Warning: S3 spoilers… :O)


Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when Kara awoke to feel Lee's arm draped across her waist and his head resting on her chest, the nagging suspicion that she could never handle being a mother fades away.


Kara had fought him at first, knowing she could never be the woman Lee deserved. It took her years to realize she might not be what he deserved, but she was the woman he wanted.

They had made mistakes in the past. First, it was her. She had pushed away the nagging suspicion that she felt something for Zak's older brother. It did nothing to lessen her love for Zak, but she often wondered if maybe she could have saved him if she had only been more truthful.

The next mistake was theirs to share. Colonial Day shouldn't have happened the way it did. She had pushed, and he had ran. He had caught up, and she had punched. Then she had been the one to run.

When she came back to the Fleet, gods bless him, he tried again. The pain was too much. They almost severed their relationship completely after that.

They came so close to letting each other go, but tragedy ripped their lives apart before they could do it. In the end, they both couldn't deal with their losses without the support of the other. Kara could still remember the look of painful sadness on Lee's face as he told her the Dee had been on the Pegasus when it blew up.

The first time Lee pulled back the curtain to her bunk and slid in next to her was a week after that. They barely touched that night. Somehow that comforted Kara.

Things changed quickly. The sadness between them was tangible. Yet there was always a point in the night where it just faded away. In those moments, she was just Kara and he was just Lee. The baggage was gone, and she was happy.

That instant where everything changed each night was always the first moment Lee would touch her. He would reach his hand out in some small gesture, pushing a loose hair away from her forehead, or a tentative touch, fingers brushing across her hand.

Soon, they dropped the pretense completely. He would slide into her bunk and she would simply open her arms to him. He would settle in next to her without a word. It was a silent comfort she never had before.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when Kara awoke to feel Lee's arm draped across her waist and his head resting on her chest, the nagging suspicion that she could never handle being a mother fades away.

They hadn't slept together, but she knew they would when the time was right.

Stretching out in her bunk, Kara reached her hand down to lay over her stomach. For the first time, she could imagine having a little tiny life living inside of her and it didn't scare her to death. Instead, she had to fight to keep the smile from her face. As long as it was Lee's child, she felt safe. He would make sure she could handle the pressure. He would never let her turn into her mother.

The curtain on her bunk pulled back, and Kara scooted over to the wall to give Lee room. His arms came around her body, pulling her close. She smiled up at him and was surprised to see his head lean down. His lips lightly brushed across hers.

Another step had been made.