A/N – Is anyone interested in me continuing with this? I'm not getting any feedback so don't know if it's being enjoyed and if I should continue. I don't want to waste my time writing it if no one is interested.

Isaac was running around the island in the kitchen making noises like he was driving a car. "I thought he was supposed to be sick," Kara said as she put her breakfast dishes in the sink. "Isaac," Kara raised her voice as she turned around and grabbed him by the arms, stopping him from running. "Buddy, calm down." Isaac stuck his tongue out at his Aunt before wriggling from her grasp and starting to run around the island being a car again.

Mike gave a little chuckle as he watched Isaac for a moment. "Isaac. Take 5 buddy." Mike said and Isaac stopped running and looked up to Mike before he ran over to the couch and climbed up onto it, sitting silently.

"Why does he listen to you and not me?" Kara sighed. Before Mike had the chance to answer, Kara spoke again. "Anyways, you said Alex said he was sick."

"Well apparently he was," Mike rubbed the back of his head. "Daycare wouldn't take him. J'onn really needed Alex in at work so…." Mike looked back around to Isaac who was still sitting quietly on the couch. "He's no bother."

"And your work isn't important?" Kara questioned.

"I'm not needed at the DEO as much as Alex is," Mike mumbled. "Or evidently as much as Supergirl." Mike muttered. It had been a few days since their fight and they'd barely spoken to each other, let alone cleared the air over the whole baby and Supergirl stuff.

Kara clicked her tongue as she shook her head. "We are not doing this, Mike." Kara picked up her phone from the island and put it in her pocket before she picked up her bag.

"No of course we're not." Mike muttered. It usually was Kara's way or no way at all.

"I'm going to work." Kara mumbled as she walked towards the door.

"Have fun fighting crime." Mike spoke dryly.

"I'm a reporter, actually." Kara shot back at him before she left she loft, the door slamming loudly as she left.

Maggie looked up as there was a knock at the door. She forced herself up from the couch and walked over, looking through the peep hole. She groaned as she saw who was standing at the other side. "Ty," Maggie said as she opened the door. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Maggie questioned. "Please don't tell me they've found me again? I'm not moving anywhere else." Maggie held her hands out in protest.

"Clara." Ty said.

"Don't call me that," Maggie sounded annoyed. "That's not my name. Is it really necessary when no-one else is around?"

"It's for your safety," Ty answered. "All this, it's for you to be safe. For Alex to be protected," Ty said. He walked further into the apartment and leaned himself against the breakfast bar at the kitchen. "So when we moved you here and got you a job, we expect that you go to it." Ty sounded quite annoyed.

Maggie folded her arms across her chest as she bit her lip. She hadn't been in since the kiss with Laura a few days beforehand. "It's just a stupid office job," Maggie retorted. "Why can't I be a cop here? Why can't at least one little part of this sucky new life be familiar? Be something I'm good at? Something I'm used too?"

Ty sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "It's too risky," Ty told her. "Besides, being a cop is what got you into this mess in the first place," Ty said. "And I thought I told you that you can't wear that." Ty glanced down to her wedding band as he spoke.

"You've been telling me for 8 months not to wear it," Maggie replied. "Still not going to make me take it off. This," Maggie said as she rolled it around her finger, "This isn't coming off. Ever."

"You think all these rules are just for fun?" Ty questioned. He knew things had to be tough for Maggie but hoped she could only see that they didn't have a choice and it really was just for her protection.

"It's a ring," Maggie raised her voice. "Millions of women wear rings. No-one is going to think anything of it and besides, it's not like someone would see the ring and suspect me of being the cop who got caught up in witnessing a whole bunch of crap that I shouldn't have."

Ty sighed, feeling defeated. He knew she wasn't going to budge on this one, after all it had been 8 months since she'd been placed in witness protection. This was a battle he was going to have to let go of. "Look, Clara," Ty exhaled. "Just start fitting in. Make some friends. Life is always easier with friends."

"I don't want friends." Maggie retorted.

"There must be something that you want." Ty responded.

"Yeah," Maggie answered. "My wife and our children," Maggie spat. She never understood why Alex and Isaac couldn't have moved away with her. Why everything had to be the way it was. "You know I don't even know if Alex had a boy or a girl. She was pregnant and then you made me die," Maggie cleared a lump in her throat. "Can you at least tell me what she had?"

Ty rubbed the back of his head as he thought about it. "I can't promise anything but I'll try to find out," Ty told her. "If you promise me that you'll try to make effort," Ty said. "It's going to be a long and lonely life if you chose to live it this way. At least you have life. So just….just make the most of the life you can have," Ty told her. "And go to work." Ty said firmly before he left the apartment.

Alex gently pushed on the door and poked her head around to look into Isaac's room. She always checked on him before she went to bed. She smiled as she saw he was sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped tightly around the monkey teddy that he had had since he was born. It was the first thing Maggie had bought for their baby. They'd gone shopping after their 12 week scan and she found it to cute to resist. Alex exhaled deeply as she walked through to her bedroom and sat down on the end of her bed, looking around to Maggie's side. She took a deep breath as she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, her hand going out to the side rubbing the covers where she always wished her wife would be lying beside her.

"God Danvers…." Maggie stopped talking, needing to pause to get her breath back. She traced her finger around Alex's bare arm as she wriggled herself across the bed, laying closer to her.

"Don't you mean Sawyer-Danvers now?" Alex questioned as she turned onto her side, propping her head up by leaning her elbow on the mattress and holding her head in her hand.

"Mrs Sawyer-Danvers." Maggie corrected, a huge smile on her face.

"God today has been amazing," Alex gushed. "You know this morning I woke up and I was just plain old Alex Danvers and now I have a wife and she is the most beautiful woman is this world." Alex smiled as she looked into Maggie's big brown eyes.

"Wow, that is a compliment," Maggie smiled. "You're wrong though, because I just happened to have married the most beautiful woman in the world," Maggie said before she leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Alex's lips. "Ah I wish it was Wednesday already." Maggie said dreamily. They were heading out on their honeymoon. 10 days in Bora Bora.

"It's not that long a wait," Alex replied, rubbing Maggie's back softly. "And besides, I'm sure we can think of something to do to fill the time till then." Alex raised her eyebrows as she gave her wife a cheeky smile.

"Oh yeah?" Maggie questioned. "What exactly did you have in mind?" Maggie of course knew the answer as she seductively licked her lips. Alex didn't say anything, she just pulled Maggie into her, and kissed her lips. Maggie smiled into the kiss, letting it deepen as she wrapped her arms around her wife.