AN: Thanks for all the kind reviews, follows and favorites, they encourage me to continue writing!

As always I don't own Supergirl or any of the characters, but I do own JJ, Henry, Addy and all grammatical errors.

So this chapter features telling family and friends about the baby; it also has what a lot of people have asked for, the appearance of the Sawyers and it won't all be smooth sailing. This chapter kicked my butt, I struggled to get it right. I hope I do the request justice.

Today (20th) is my birthday and I will be gone on vacation for four days, so I won't be able to post a new chapter until I get back, but I will write the next chapter while I'm gone.

Please continue to suggest one shots!

Off we go, enjoy!

Alex's POV

I'm jarred awake by my wife frantically scrambling over top of me in a race to get to the bathroom. She's thirteen weeks and morning sickness has kicked in full force and it's showing no mercy.

I throw the covers back, while sitting up and glancing at my clock, noting that it's nearing six. I sigh and start toward the sounds of my wife retching that has curses mixed in.

When I make it through the bathroom door, the sight that greets me makes my heart break. Maggie is griping the sides of the toilet so hard that her knuckles are white, her back is bowed as her stomach refuses to believe at there is nothing left to come up and her whole body shakes with the strain.

I shake my head as I wet a washcloth and make my to kneel beside her.

"Oh babe." I breathe out, wiping her forehead down, hoping that it offers some relief.

"I can't do this for the next six months." She whispers, laying her head on her left arm and looking up at me.

"Hopefully you won't have to." I offer, brushing her hair out of her face, before cupping her right cheek and her eyes slip closed at the contact.

"This sucks." She states, cracking her eyes open.

"I know it does, but just remember that you are giving us a beautiful gift." I say, giving her a smile.

"I hope you get the "mini me" you want, because I have no interest in doing this again." She jabs back playfully, returning my smile.

"We both know you'd do it a hundred times over."

"For you, I'd do it in a heartbeat." She promises, giving me smile I love so much.

"You think you're good?"

"I think so." She groans, as I offer her my right hand and help her up.

Once she is up and steady, I lead her over to the sink so she can brush her teeth.

"Do you want to lay back down for a bit?" I ask, moving to stand behind her while settling my hands on her hips, rubbing small circles with my thumbs and resting my chin on her right shoulder.

"No, we need to get ready since everyone is going to be here at lunch." She replies, making eye contact with me in the mirror, while taking my hands in hers, pulling them to rest on their stomach and entwining our fingers.

"How about you rest. I've got the kids and it won't take much to get ready, we did most of it last night."

"Are you sure? That's a lot to take on."

"Positive."

"Okay."

"Let's get back in bed baby momma." I tease, turning her around in my arms and capturing her lips with mine in a long loving kiss.

"You've had more babies." She jokes, slipping from my hold and heading to her side of the bed.

"True, but you were always my baby momma, but now it's a fact." I retort, watching her glorious backside as she walks away.

"Stop staring." She warns playfully.

"I can't help it, you have a nice ass." I say honestly, turning off the light and going to help tuck her in.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome babe." I answer, leaning down to kiss her, because God knows I can't get enough of the feeling of her lips on mine.

Once I get her settled, I hunt for clothes to change into and head downstairs to finish up what prep needs to be done before everyone arrives.

We haven't planed anything big, just a Sunday lunch cookout to share our happy news of adding a new member to our family.

I know that they are all going to be so surprised when they find out that it's Maggie who's pregnant this time and that we are having another baby anyway.

If you would have told me twenty years ago that I would be married with three kids and one on the way, I would have called you crazy while laughing in your face. But now, I can't imagine my life being any different.

I have just finished making the hamburger patties, when my ears pick up on the sound of tiny feet padding around upstairs in JJ's room. I hurriedly place them back in the fridge, wash my hands and journey upstairs.

I push open his bedroom door and I see him digging in his drawers for clothes.

"Morning baby."

He turns to look at me with a sleepy eyes, as he pads over to me, begging to be picked up.

I hook my hands under his armpits and pull him up to cuddle him into my chest. I relish moments like this; he is at the age when he doesn't like to cuddle much anymore, but when he is sleepy, he wants to be held and I'm not going to complain.

"You sleep okay?" I ask, dropping a kiss to the top of his head and taking a deep breath, pulling in a lung full of his unique smell and I smile as it fills my senses.

He only nods his head and tucks his head under my chin.

I move to sit down on his bed, while waiting for him to wake up further and sadly it doesn't take long; because he is soon off my lap and digging in his drawers again.

"Ah-ha!" He says proudly, when he finds his shirt with "Lighting McQueen" and matching shorts.

"Can you get ready yourself?" I ask, standing up.

"I'm a big boy mommy." He replies seriously and my heart sinks a little, he is growing up so fast, where did my tiny baby go?

"I know you are. I'm going to go check on momma and then get the twins up, can you wait for me in their room?" I only ask this because he loves to be the one to wake them up and he's so sweet about it too. He will run his arm through the slats on their cribs, rubbing their heads and singing "you are my sunshine" to them, it's something we have done with all of our babies and watching him do it, makes our hearts explode with love.

He nods, pulling his PJ shirt over his head and I leave to let him prove that he is a "big boy".

I open our bedroom door, peeking in and Maggie is passed out. She's laying on her back, mouth wide open and snoring softly. I quietly close the door and head down the hallway to the twins room, by the time I get there, JJ has woke both of them up and they are standing in their beds waiting for me.

It takes awhile to get them dressed and we head downstairs for a light breakfast.

It feels as if the morning flies by and before long our backyard is filled with those we love most. J'onn insisted on grilling, James and Winn played tag with the kids, four legged "Supergirl" supervising from the deck and Kara and my mom worked on fixing the sides, while Maggie and I fixed the toppings for the burgers.

"You okay?" I whisper, glancing at her over my left shoulder.

"I'm fine." She promises, kissing my cheek.

Dinner is full of funny stories and laughter. We had talked with JJ ahead of time, that when it's dessert time, he would offer to help and I'd say I needed to put the twins down for their afternoon nap; what we were really doing is changing everyone into new shirts we had made. The twins said "middle #1 & 2", JJ's says "oldest", mine says "nope" and Maggie's says "youngest" with an arrow pointing down.

"Anyone want dessert?" Maggie asks and receives nods from everyone.

"I'ma help!" JJ yells, scrambling down from his chair and rushing inside.

"While she's doing that, I'm going to go out these little munchkins down for their nap." I say, gathering them from their high chairs.

We quickly get everyone in their shirts and head back outside. With the way the table sitting, they all turn to look at us as we reappear.

"What's going on?" My mom asks with a confused look on her face.

Maggie and I look at one another, giving the other a slight nod. I lean down to let the twins stand and Maggie does the same with JJ, and we both turn them around so they can see their shirts. Our own shirts are now visible and I watch as realization passes across their faces.

"Really?" Kara asks excitedly, bouncing in her seat.

"Yeah, I'm thirteen weeks." My wife answers, threading her right hand with my left.

We are flooded with hugs, kisses and congratulations.

Sunday goes by in a flash and sadly we have to go back to the real world all too soon.

The work day seems to drag on at an agonizingly slow pace, Maggie had already texted me to inform me that she would be working late tonight trying to catch up on paperwork. I decided I'd pick the kids up, take them to the park close by the precinct to play, then Maggie could meet us there when she's done and we could go grab dinner somewhere.

I'm sitting on a bench watching the kids chase one another, as we wait for Maggie. I had let her know that we were at the park and she promised she was only going to be at most ten minutes, before joining us. I'm pulled from my focus, when I notice an older couple approaching and I offer them a smile.

"Do you mind if we sit down next to you?" The woman asks.

"No not at all." I say, moving the stroller out to the side and gathering my bag from the bench.

"Thank you. I had my knee replaced a few months ago and I still have trouble going long distances." The man offers, sitting down on the far end and lady sits beside me.

"I'm sorry. I do hope things improve soon." I offer, turning my attention back to my kids, who are now chasing each other with sticks.

"Drop the sticks!" I command with my "mom" tone and instantly they hit the ground, earning laughter from the strangers.

"All three of them yours?" The man asks.

"I only claim them on the days they aren't acting like they were raised in a barn." I joke laughing.

"You certainly have your hands full." The woman says.

"You have no idea."

"I must be somewhat of a relief to have your husband to help." The man states, taking note of my wedding wing.

"Oh no I don't-" I start to inform them, but I'm cut off by Maggie appearing next to me.

"Hey babe. Ready to go?" She asks, resting her right hand on my left shoulder.

"Margaret?" I hear the woman ask and I feel Maggie tense.

I turn to look at my wife to see that she is ghostly pale, eyes wide, mouth open slightly and her grip involuntarily tightens on my shoulder.

"Maggie, you okay?"

"What are you doing here?" She grinds her out, ignoring my question.

Now I'm confused, how do they know one another?

"It's not like we can't leave home Margaret." The man retorts

I see that Maggie is becoming increasingly stressed and now my main focus is on claiming her down for the sake of the baby.

"Hey take it easy." I plea, standing up and try to make eye contact with her, but she just stares at the couple.

She takes a deep breath and looks at me, begging with her eyes for us to go.

Just as I'm about to gather our things and chase the kids down, all of our attention is diverted when three tiny people wrap around Maggie's legs.

"Momma!" They exclaim.

"Hey my babies." She says, smiling as she kisses their heads.

"You're a mother." I hear the woman state. I pick up on sadness and amazement in her tone, now I'm really curious as to who these people are and how they know Maggie.

"Why don't you go play a little longer, then we'll go eat. Okay?" Maggie asks the kids and they are happy to have more playtime.

Once they are out of ear shot, her body language says she is back on the defense.

"You're a mother." The woman repeats, looking at the kids.

"Yeah I am. You'd know that, if you hadn't kicked me out" Maggie offers coldly

And then suddenly it all makes sense, I look at the couple and I notice that the man has the same skin tone along with black hair and the woman has the same soulful brown eyes that I get lost in. They share the same things that I love about my wife and our oldest child.

Their her parents. The people who were supposed to love her unconditionally, but chose to abandon her when she needed them most.

As I look between all three, I see so may different emotions playing across their faces and I'm not sure what is more painful, the hurt I see in my wife's eyes or the regret I see in theirs.

"Things have changed for us Maggie, we realize that what we did was wrong." The man offers, as they both stand to face us.

"You think?" She bites back, crossing her arms over her chest, that's her sign that she is close to breaking.

"Can we go to dinner and talk things over?" The woman ask hopeful.

"No." Maggie states, shaking her head and taking a step back.

"Please." The woman begs, moving forward a step, causing Maggie to take two back.

"You do not get to show up after nearly twenty two years and ask anything from me." She informs them, turning and walking towards our kids.

I'm left standing there speechless as to the scene I just watched unfold.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I manage to say, once I finally break out of my trance, as I gather our things and start after my shocked wife.

"Wait!" Maggie's mom calls

I turn to see her hurrying towards me with a piece of paper trapped between her fingers.

"I know we made a mistake, but can you take this? It's our cell phone numbers, just in case at some point she wants to get in touch with us." She pleads.

I know I look like a fish out of water, my mouth is opening and closing, because I can't seem to find any words.

She offers me a small smile and slips the paper into my right hand, before walking away.

All through dinner Maggie is quite, only taking when one of the kids directs something at her and she hardly eats. The kids fall asleep on the ride home and the car is filled with uneasy silence.

We get them settled into bed for the night and I want to talk to her once we are alone. We get ready for bed in mind numbing quite and I try to give her space.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" I ask, as we settle into bed.

"No, I don't." She answers, rolling over onto her left side.

"Maggie I know-" she once again cuts me off with a broken voice.

"Can you please just drop it? Because I can't- I don't- I just can't Alex." She whispers and I notice that her body is starting to shake slightly.

I move to mold my body around hers, hugging her as tightly as I can and place a kiss to the back of her neck.

She lets out a straggled sob, that breaks my heart more and I close my eyes, as tears well up in my eyes.

I'm at a loss as to what to do, so I say the one thing that I know she really needs to hear.

"I love you."

My words only cause her to cry harder and I tighten my hold on her.

"I love you." She manages to say back between gut wrenching sobs.

As I hold my heartbroken wife, who is reliving one of the most painful times of her life, I vow to do what ever I can to help her through this.

These are the moments I live for now.

Thoughts?