The week came and went without much event. John spent half of his time on duty with the League and the rest with Shayera in the infirmary. They would spend their time watching movies, playing games, and catching up on the months they had spent apart. After a couple of days, she looked much better, regaining her color and even putting on a little bit of weight so that her cheekbones didn't stick out so prominently. She was happier too. As the last few days had gone by, he had noticed that she joked with him more and seemed to slowly be warming up to him physically. She still tensed up for a second each time he took her hand, but now she would loosen up after just a moment.

He was excited for her to leave the medical wing today. Even though his room was individually sized, as he only stayed there when he couldn't make it home to his apartment, he had asked Batman to let him use one of the apartment style suites for a while. There were several open, and J'onn had insisted that Shayera not leave the Watchtower until he was certain that her health would not decline again. The rest of the team, on the other hand, didn't want her to leave because they were more concerned about the number of people who wanted the mother of his child dead. Both of those factors worried him greatly, which was part of the reason he was so excited to have them living together so he would always be close. That and the fact that he missed her when she wasn't around.

He had a little extra pep in his step as he walked towards the infirmary that day. Wally had even made a snide comment about it earlier, but he was so happy that all he could do was ignore the kid. Rounding on the medical bay, he ran into J'onn who was working at one of the computers he used to maintain his system of medical files. Happily, he asked, "Hey, J'onn. How's it going today?"

"Fine. And yourself?" The Martian answered.

"Good. Just coming to pick up Shayera." He said happily.

J'onn frowned at him, making John slow his stride. He was standing between J'onn and the doors to the patient room, but he turned to face the hero. In a confused voice, he asked, "You're still releasing her today, right? Or did something change?"

J'onn shook his head, "No, she can leave. But she checked out nearly an hour ago. She left with Clark. I believe he was going to help her move her things back into her room downstairs. She must not have been aware that you were coming back this early."

"Oh." John said quickly, "I see."

"Yes." Turning back to his work without noticing John's shocked and somewhat hurt expression, J'onn continued, "But do not let her forget her appointment on Thursday."

"Will do." The Lantern said mechanically as he stalked off to find his girlfriend.

"Thanks again for helping me move my stuff in Clark." Shayera said happily, "You know that I could have gotten it all myself, though, right?"

Clark sent her an "are you serious?" look from where he was crouching down by her closet, carefully arranging her few pairs of shoes in a neat row. She found it amusing to watch such a large, muscular man as Clark doing something so domestic as organizing her footwear. Part of her knew that it was only because he knew how messy she was, though, and the Man of Steel was an extremely organized and tidy being. He always blamed it on life at the farm, but Wally said it was because he was just uptight. Shayera tended to agree with the latter.

Clark raised an eyebrow, as he met her gaze, and said, "Really, Shayera. What do you think my mother would do to me if she knew I was allowing a pregnant woman who just got out of the hospital to carry her things home unaccompanied? She would drag me home and give me an ear full. Manners are important where I come from."

She laughed and said, "I'm hardly as weak as you make me sound. A week is more than enough recovery time for a Thanagarian. Surely you don't think that I'm incapable."

Standing up, he shook his head quickly, "A gentleman would never call a woman incapable. I understand and accept that you could have brought yourself home. However, I reject the notion that you should. The time was available to me to escort you home, and it makes me feel much better knowing that you got here and settled in safely."

Blushing at her friend's kindness, Shayera responded, "Fine. But don't let anyone else think they are allowed to coddle me. I hate the feeling."

"Whatever you say, Hawkgirl." He smiled.

She sent him a cool look which quickly changed his tune, "Fine. Whatever you say, Shayera."

She nodded and said, "Thanks again, Clark. But I think I'm going to take a nap, if that's okay with you."

"Absolutely." He grinned again, "But don't forget that you and John owe Lois and I a dinner. She would love to catch up with you guys, especially before the baby is born. We can keep it small, just the four of us in mine and Lois' apartment. I'll even cook something that won't make you feel like you just got off of nine hour cruise on stormy waters. The sides, it'll do you good to get out of the Watchtower."

"Sounds like a plan." She said as he let himself out.

Quickly, she pulled off her sundress and grabbed one of John's shirts that he had left in the infirmary. She had already cut two slits in the back to make room for her wings, as she used to do all the time with his shirts. It drove him crazy since that meant he was constantly buying new shirts, but they were too comfortable to resist. Slipping into the garment silently, she began to crawl into bed when there was a loud knock at the door.

Figuring it was just Clark with another one of his gentlemanly actions (he had already brought her home and insisted on stocking her mini-fridge), she sighed, but got up. The process of bringing herself to her feet was getting harder still, much to her dissatisfaction. Yet, she got upright, after a moment's struggle, and made her way to the door. However, when she pulled open the door expecting to see Clark, she instead saw a very angry John.

He was fuming as he asked, "Would you like to explain to me why I came back to the infirmary to find my pregnant girlfriend gone?"

She frowned, not understanding why he was upset, "You knew I was being let out today."

He nodded, "Yes, and that's why I came to get you."

She shook her head but moved aside so that he could get past her and come into her room, "Well, that was totally unnecessary. I didn't have that many things, and I would have been able to move them myself even if Clark hadn't offered to help." Closing the door behind her, she turned to face him and crossed her arms over her chest.

With a sigh, John responded, "That's not the point."

She pushed some stray strands of hair out of her face and asked, "What is the point, John?"

He spoke quickly and made frustrated motions with his hands as he spoke, something Shayera only knew him to do when he was extremely upset. She listened carefully as he said, "How could you think that you were just going to come back here alone. I said we were in this together, and I meant that. Bruce and I talked last night, and I had made arrangements for us to stay in one of the suites until you could come back with me to my apartment. Imagine how I felt when I came to pick you up and instead you and the Boy Wonder had flown off on your own little adventure."

Understanding dawned on her. Still, she wasn't particularly happy with him either. While she understood how he could feel a little slighted, he also hadn't communicated with her. She put her hands on her hips and asked, "So your plan was to just show up and say 'Shayera, I got us a place that you have never seen and now we're going to live together.'" She mocked his low voice easily, "And you thought this was going to go over well?"

He looked uncomfortable, "Well, yeah."

She shook her head and threw her hands in the air, "God, John. I hate being told what to do. You know that! And you thought it was a good idea to inform me after you had already made the decision on your own!"

"Okay," He said calmly, "I can see where I might have made a mistake."

"Can you really?" She was still enraged.

"Shayera, there's no need to be condescending." He threw back.

"There is when you do something so stupid." She laughed, "Really, John. How could you have possibly thought that this would be a good idea." The idea was so angering that it was funny. She found herself involuntarily laughing so hard, she could almost cry.

After a moment, John joined in. He was bent over, laughing so hard his sides actually hurt. They stayed like that for several minutes, each laughing harder at the sight of the other so out of control. It took them quite some time before they could both come to their senses, and even then they were both out of breath. Finally, John spoke while wiping tears from his eyes, "Okay. Shay, will you move it with me?"

She let out one more short chuckle and then sighed happily, "Why not? Guess it'll have to happen sooner or later."

Then, he stopped, looking at her in surprise as he asked in an annoyed voice, "Is that my shirt?"

Smiling, she reminded him, "You were the one who wanted to live together."