Conversations on a Balcony
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A/N: Trigger warning for talk of miscarriage.
Cat was standing on the bedroom balcony, watching Abby as she frolicked in the hot tub and, every so often, scanning the sky to try to spot her wife coming in for a landing. She glanced at her watch and sighed. Kara had said she'd be home two hours previously and she wasn't answering her phone. Cat felt unease rumble through her. It wasn't like Kara to not even send her a text.
"Cat-El."
Cat whirled, and her hand flew to her mouth when she saw her wife, practically being held up by her sister, both with matching devastated expressions. "Kara," she whispered.
The Kyptonian was wearing DEO t-shirt and sweatpants and she was, quite frankly, a walking bruise. Kara had a black eye, split lip, broken nose, and the knuckles of both hands were cut and raw looking. "I'm sorry, Cat. I'm so sorry. Oh my God, I'm so sorry."
"I need to get her into bed," Alex said gently, and Cat nodded, moving to support her wife's other side as they half-carried her to the bed and laid her down on it. "Careful, she has a couple of cracked ribs."
"I'm sorry, Cat-El," the hero sobbed. "I didn't even see it coming."
"Ssshhh, Baby," Cat replied as she pulled the covers over her and then knelt on the floor to take her hand and kiss its multicolored knuckles. She looked at Alex then. "Has she had anything for the pain?"
"She refused it," Alex replied, her face grim. "She doesn't like how disconnected she feels when she takes it."
"Cat…" Kara's eyes were half-closed. "I don't want it."
"Just give it to her, Alex," the older woman said firmly.
"No…" Kara protested but Cat frowned.
"Do you want your daughter to see you in pain like this?" she demanded, a little harshly. Then she looked back at the hot tub, holding back tears as she watched Abby playing with her rubber duck.
Alex looked down as she readied the shot, she'd brought with her in her kit. Then she stroked her sister's cheek. "Cat's right, Kara. I know you don't like this drug, but it'll help you to sleep and heal while you're waiting for your powers to come back."
"Ok," the Kryptonian whispered. "I'm sorry."
Once Kara was napping, Cat and Alex went to the living room to sit down on the couch together. The older woman was shaking like a leaf. "Please, Alex…" she whispered.
"Cat," the director replied, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. She lost the baby."
...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cat screamed, clutching her hair and then rocking herself as desperate tears flowed down her cheeks.
Then Kara was wrapped around her, holding her close and dropping little kisses on her face. "Hey, hey, Baby. It's just a bad dream. Everything's ok. It was just a bad dream."
"Oh God," the older woman cried. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, Kara."
"What, what is it?" the Kryptonian asked frantically. "Talk to me, Cat… please?"
"I dreamed we lost the baby… oh my God, Kara, it was so real."
"Oh no, noooooo, Honey," Kara soothed, wrapping herself tighter around her wife. "Everything's ok. The baby's ok." She took Cat's hand and gently moved it to her stomach under her tank top. "She's in there and she's fine."
They were four weeks pregnant. In fact, Alex had confirmed it with a blood test only a couple days prior.
Cat's breathing started to calm, and she shook her head as she ran her hand slowly back and forth over her wife's abs. "You must think I'm crazy," she said.
Kara smiled tenderly at her. "Of course not, Cat-El. When I was pregnant with Abby, I had this recurring dream that an elf ate its way into my womb and took her away to the North Pole to work with Santa. Now THAT'S crazy."
Cat couldn't help but laugh. "Yeeaahhhh, that IS kinda crazy."
They lay down together again and Kara held Cat snugly, closing her eyes as the older woman continued to caress her stomach. "What will we call this one?" Cat asked softly.
"Definitely not Chloe," the younger blonde deadpanned.
"Fuck no!"
"What about Olivia?" Kara suggested. "Liv for short?"
"Olivia Danvers-Grant." Cat tested it out, very much liking the way it sounded. "I actually love it."
"Abigail Alexandra Danvers-Grant and Olivia…" Kara paused.
"Alura," her wife said softly.
The Kryptonian's breath hitched, and she couldn't speak for a moment. She swallowed hard and then nodded. "Olivia Alura Danvers-Grant," she whispered.
"Well, that was easy," Cat chuckled.
"God, I love you," Kara whispered.
"I love you too," her wife replied. She tickled Kara's navel softly. "Both of you."
