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Tara wore white, and she had a white-gold tiara on her head that attached to her veil. Her mother was behind her, working to keep herself from crying. She rested one of her hands on her mother's arm, and her mother pulled into a hug, crying about her daughter finally growing up. Her mother was, eventually, happy for her. Tara would be happy instead of being in the horrible limbo she had been in when Tara was growing up.
Her mother gave her an old cross necklace, the only reminder of a grandmother she never really knew and helped put it on.
"Your father will be here," her mother told her quietly.
"They actually found a tux that would fit him?" Darcy asked when she came back into the room. She hugged the young woman that she had helped raise. "You look like a princess."
Her father walked into the room, beaming and possibly a little tipsy from his encounter with his oldest of Asgardian friends. He hugged her and her mother, kissing her mother soundly and kissing her temple.
Tara walked down the aisle with her father, and her eyes locked with Jonathon's. She had to smile when she saw his eyes widened. Darcy and her mother really did a good job helping her get ready. Her father placed her hand in Jonathon's, and from then on, their future together began.
Jonathon found Tara on the floor looking through all of her notes. One of her hands was resting on her stomach, and she was smiling a little to herself. She looked up at him when she knew that he was there. She was going to tell him something, but she gagged a little and bolted for the bathroom where she began to throw up. He heard the toilet flush and the water running as she was drinking some water.
"Tara?" He asked, coming into the bathroom. He felt a lot worried. Technically, she was not supposed to get sick. "Are you okay?"
Tara rested one of her hands on her stomach again. "I'm more than okay."
"You just threw up." He was deadly calm.
"I'm supposed to in my condition," Tara said.
"Your condition?"
Tara slammed her cup down and looked at him, probably deciding if she should laugh or yell at him. She only shook her head.
"I'm pregnant."
He pulled her to him and held her tight, whispering to her. He could not have been happier than he was at that moment. They were both laughing. Their future was bright indeed.
Tara sat bolt upright in the bed, jerking Jonathon awake. His eyes were half open as he looked up at her. She touched his shoulder with a shaking hand.
"Jon," she whispered.
"Hm?" He said.
"We need to go. Now."
"Now?"
Tara gasped, and her grip tightened around his arm making him wince.
"Right," he said. "Now."
"Make it quick," she gasped.
Jonathon helped her to her feet, and he grabbed what they needed and left for the hospital.
"Remind me again why I don't what the drugs for the pain?" She gasped.
"It wouldn't have worked for you," he told her, hitting the gas even harder.
"Oh. . .that. . ."
Later, he came into the crowded waiting room, almost like the way his father did for him all those years ago, to show his newborn son. His mother practically shoved everyone out of her way, and she held her first grandchild in her arms.
"What's his name?" His father asked.
"Erik."
Jonathon went to get his son back, but his mother moved away from him.
"I'm not done with him yet," she said, holding the baby even tighter to her. "You'll have all the time you want later."
Even his father could not keep up with Lois.
When everything quieted down, and the boy little boy was left in the nursery to sleep. A woman with fiery red hair moved through the world unseen by everyone. The boy's eyes opened when her hand rested on his forehead, and he looked up at her. When an older man stepped out of the rainbow light, she was ready to begin.
"The same stipulations?" She asked.
"It worked the last time," he said.
The boy had to wait, like his mother before him and prove his worth for his Asgardian heritage. Erik had to earn his right to the Asgardian throne.
Erik cooed when the woman picked him up. His bright blue eyes looked into hers. To the unobservant, he looked like a normal boy, nothing about him indicated his two great bloodlines.
"Your future is great indeed."
Tara held her little boy closer to her, and she smiled at Jonathon. He kissed her forehead.
"What?" He asked her.
"I'm kinda happy I climbed down that roof to talk to you," she admitted, watching their son yawn and open his eyes.
He chuckled. "I'm glad that I managed to talk you into climbing down."
"Garth!" Rokk's voice echoed through their headquarters.
The red headed boy who could control lightning was staring at some of the old records.
"I thought you would have those memorized by now," Rokk commented when he realized what Garth was reading.
It was about Kal's family. There was a theory floating around that he would get the powers of anyone who comes into the family, but those were only rumors.
"I just thought she was cool," he admitted.
Rokk laughed. "You're only saying that because you thought you saw her last week."
A strange robot appeared, and the Legion could barely do anything that would stop its assault. A woman in bright armor and a helmet landed in front of it, and she spun a hammer that created a tornado that lifted both her and the robot into the air before she called lightning to destroy it.
Before she vanished inside rainbow light, a man with dark hair in red and blue with the familiar symbol landed onto the ground next to her. They looked around them as Kal silently spoke with them.
"The lightning had to do with it," Garth admitted.
"The trust always comes out."
Even though they knew everything about one of the legendary heroes and his family, they could only guess about how Jonathon Kent met his wife.
The trust could be a little hard to believe.