Cat was wavering once she was within distance. She came to a halt when the person gained force and lifted the weight of the body with a single push of an arm.
First, her impulse and visuals defied everything she learned about her wife in the past week. Her eyes quickly traced the body. Cat's gaze shifted controllably and disordered, finding any dissimilitude, any inconsistency.
Her mind was preparing for the inconvenience she was about to create if this wasn't her wife, but the director of the DEO playing a very undesirable prank.
She remembered the indescribable perfect jawline of her wife. Distinguishing the crystal blue orbs was easy. Nonetheless, beforehand, the image of her wife stood under a different persona. Cat was wary, distant and so alert that her body tensed promptly with every step she took.
The wind broke into the room. It flowed unobstructedly between curtains, brushing long blonde hair and settling skillfully against Cat's unexpected expression. Cat senses acknowledged the homely touches of flowers and fruit dissipating any doubt immediately.
Kara's demeanor had rearranged to a mechanism her wife almost couldn't describe. Her skin, as pale as the moonlight, reflected everything that Cat had wanted to neglect.
Cat took a step closer. She heard the continuous splashes of water on the bathroom floor and the abundant release of pressure from the faucet. Her hand clasped the doorframe, holding herself when her legs didn't provide the proper strength.
Cat eyes found a small, familiar faint cut on the lip. They traveled over a faded, scratched long neck. The face she grew to love in the past week still had traces of discolorations and soft touches of yellow tones.
Kara pushed her body, arranging her shoulder against the wall. She stretched a single hand towards her wife.
Cat gently slid her fingers over bruised digits. She tenderly touched Kara's wrist, moving her fingers over a solid forearm, to later travel softly to a muscular bicep.
She looked down controlling her breath. Her heart was sound against her ears as her eyes roamed over Kara's abdomen. She was wearing a black sports bra with black sweatpants. Cat's fingers smoothed against the shape of perfect reluctant ribs.
Cat's breath hitched as she looked for signs of cuts and the threads of metal underneath her wife's right breast that not so long ago were a part of her, but now they were gone.
Tears rushed down her eyes, covering her cheeks.
Kara tilted her head, taking a deep breath, as if to speak, nonetheless, Cat hushed her promptly. Her eyes dart back to their daughter, who was sound asleep on their bed.
Cat maintained her finger over her wife's lips next to the almost vanished cut. Her tears were slowly falling more predominantly. Kara gently blinked, her body language displayed everything her mouth couldn't.
Cat glanced back to the bed. Her sentiments were in perfect synch with the presence of her wife so close to her. The moment was ideal to manifest in silence everything she wanted to say. She was selfish, and hopefully, Cat could maintain Ollie momentarily away from the blemishes on her wife's face.
It was Kara's time to hold her close, her body, although weak and feeble, radiated the same warmth that only Cat was able to subdue. Kara tugged her wife's blouse, bringing her in for a tender embrace. Kara breathed in Cat's perfume, urging her nose skillfully over soft skin.
Cat held onto muscular shoulders without the necessity of a cast, her knees weakening and butterflies flapping frantically inside her stomach.
Cat pushed away slowly. Her eyes shone with their light and their tears as she remembered Kara's condition. How wretched and terrifying it felt to had known that she wasn't doing too well. Having her here felt surreal.
Kara reached for her wife's hands, placing them on her body, dragging them to travel down her torso. She knew Cat was still somehow doubting she was well. Her body needed to rest, but everything inside her was working to perfection. Kara was urgent to control her wife's disturbances. She needed to assure her that what she was seeing was going to disappear.
Cat beamed accepting what her wife reassured. Releasing a deep breath, and without releasing Kara's hands, she conducted her slowly to the damp bathroom floor and closed the faucet.
The light of the bathroom made Kara's bruises more striking. Cat cradled her wife's face, moving her eyes up and down and succumbing herself in blue eyes. Kara responded with a satisfied grin, stroking Cat's cheek as she sat on the flat border, soaking her sweatpants.
Kara opened her legs, settling Cat between them. She embraced her wife, placing her head under Cat's breast. The tranquil beat of her heart calmed the restless mind of Kara.
Cat caressed her wife's scalp lifting her wife's head. Kara complied, studying Cat's face. Her eyes were glistening, covered with a shining coat of tears and kindness.
The millennial closed her eyes, feeling the warmth coming from her wife's hands pressed on her face. Kara felt as if Cat saw her without the bruises, the soft tones of coagulated blood and the perfect little cut on her lip.
Cat got lost in distinct shades of extraordinary brilliant sky-blue eyes. She observed Kara's eyelashes determinedly, to later slid her right thumb over perfectly shaped eyebrows.
Cat felt incredibly lucky shifting her view from her wife's face to her hands. The general, standard, absentmindedly observation that her brain provided of her hands was different, this time.
She recognized every detail in her hands. The skin was different, the shape of her fingers and nails were always there.
She closed her eyes, reminiscing how Adam's little fingers held onto the same hands, perfect hands covered in youth. Cat stroked Kara's face again, and the memory of young Carter gripping her fingers down the space museum made her grin; her hands were not as young anymore, and with minimal traces of adulthood. With another swift touch on her wife's face, Cat saw Olivia using her fingers to count.
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
She could hear her daughter's voice in her mind flawlessly, but when Cat snapped her eyes open, she had a new memory in front of her. It wasn't the best clear image, her sight was bruised; but now her hands, not covered in youth and with traces of wrinkles held once again her world.
Her everything.
Kara was afraid, discovering which state of mind her wife was. She could determine the rhythm of her heart, the soft movements of her chest, or the body language. Moreover, the way Cat blinked, quickly over her face, and the way soft green hazel eyes sparkled under the bathroom light, could mean only mean how out of control Cat felt. A feeling Kara knew her wife despised.
Terribly.
The motion was quick; it took Cat by surprise. Kara snaked one arm around Cat's back, effortlessly lifting her weight. Kara took two steps forward, she pushed Cat's makeup bag to the side and sat her wife on the counter between the luxury of double sinks.
Kara licked her lips before pressing them to Cat.
Cat thrust herself back at the unexpected, sweet taste, exquisitely smooth and silky texture of Kara's lips. She took a deep breath controlling the butterflies; her eyes shut as she rounded her wife's neck with her arms. Cat pressed her lips for another second, enjoying how perfect they draped with each other. Cat bit Kara's bottom lip slowly.
The sensation was new and so sensitive that it was almost impossible to describe how she felt.
Cat's eyes reminded closed, her mouth parted, as she slowly searched for Kara one more time. This time,
Cat crashed her lips to hers, her fingers intertwined with blonde hair. Their mouths were hurried, dangerous and overflowed with love. Kara's tongue caressed Cat's skillfully, flawlessly. Nonetheless, the passionate way Cat kissed Kara was unconditionally new and incredibly more wondrous than before.
"Whoa," Kara mumbled.
"Momma?" They both turned at her daughter standing in front of the bathroom door. Kara disappeared in a blur and appeared quickly behind Ollie.
"Baby," Kara cooed, holding Olive in her arms. She could hear the soft cries of her daughter. Cat's moved forward, noticing Kara's clear face hidden from bruises. No blemishes or discolorations adorned her face. Cat was confused but quickly understood the simplicity and promptly reaction of Kara. She smiled, thanking her wife with her eyes as she saw the makeup bag opened next to her. "Baby, I'm fine. I'm here." Olive continued crying. Kara slid her hands over Olive's back. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Pro-pro-mise me, momma," Olive said, holding her mother with a unique and subtle superstrength. Kara felt complete and broken simultaneously. Hearing Olive cry was never pleasant. "Promise me you'll catch the bad guy." Kara quickly sought Cat's eyes, and her wife nodded. "He'll never hurt you, momma. I won't let him. I'll protect you."
Kara smiled, cleaning her tears as she lifted Olive's face slowly. "He's not strong, not like us. If he tries, I'll send him to another planet." Kara's tone was playful, and Olive smiled, wiping her nose on her pajamas long sleeves. "One so far away that he won't be able to return."
"Not even in a spaceship?" Olive asked, taking deep breaths.
"Particularly not in a spaceship," Kara stated. "He can try to come back in a meteor shower on top of a rock." Olive chuckled."Do you think he can hold his breath that long?" Olive shook her head no. "Yeah, I don't think so either." Olive smiled sliding her index finger over her mother's nose. "I love you so much more, baby. I'm here now, and I won't ever go away." Kara kissed Olive's head.
"Does your lip hurt?" Olivia furrowed her brows, inspecting Kara's face.
"No, not anymore. Mommy kissed it better." Cat's face was red and flustered.
Olive smiled, looking inside the bathroom. "Oh no. That's a mess." Ollie said opening her eyes wider.
"I'll clean it later," Cat stretched her hands in front of Ollie, and she jumped into her mother's arms. "What if we tell your brother Kara's home, and then we let momma sleep?"
Kara smiled, sitting on the carpeted floor. Her body still needed to rest. She was incredibly tired from the flight from the DEO. Her powers were there, but she needed to rest.
"Can I skip school tomorrow?" Ollie tried to push it.
"No, but good try. Mommy and I need to go back to the office." Kara stood, slowly, walking over to the bed. "When you get back from school we can visit grandpa J'onn at work. You and I need a long talk."
"Am I in trouble momma?"
"No, baby. I'm just going to show you how to control your powers," Cat walked closer to the bed where Kara now sat. "You need to be careful."
"It's a secret momma."
"Yes, a super secret. We don't want anyone seeing you."
"Until I'm twenty-five years old and Frank stops delivering the letters for me?"
"Well, we can change that to twenty-one, okay?" Cat said kissing Ollie's cheek. "Maybe we can also pick another name."
"For my messenger?"
"Yes, darling."
"What about Patrick?" Ollie asked. Kara stretched her hands and Cat passed Ollie to her. "Or Claudia? There can be girls messengers."
"Sure they can." Carter joined the conversation. He rushed with excitement towards Kara pressing a couple of kisses on top of her head. Kara released one arm from her daughter to cover his body. He smiled hugging her again very carefully. "Glad you're okay, Kara."
"I will be kid; I just need a lot of sun."
"Why?" Ollie asked, placing her hands on her mother's forehead. "Do you have a fever? The sun won't make it better, soup and blankets will."
Kara laughed. "Even though those will help, I get the powers from the sun. The sun heals me and helps me be Supergirl."
Ollie stared at the opened windows. "Then we need to move the bed, momma." She gently moved from Kara and grabbed Cat's arm, pulling her to the end tables and the headboard. "This blocks the sun." Ollie pointed to the headboard. "If we move the bed to the front, momma will have all the sun, and then her lip can super cure," Ollie spoke fast and excited. "Well, mommy cured it first."
Kara laughed again, standing. "Yes, it's almost completely healed." Kara pulled Cat closer and pecked her lips tenderly twice.
Cat was still impressed with the recent actions, but she was delighted at how easy, yet full of love Kara kissed her.
Cat closed her eyes, keeping her wife closer for a couple of seconds, then she was the one to seek Kara's lips.
"Ew." Ollie and Carter said at the same time.
"This is not the first time we have kissed in front of you," Cat stated, her tone was playful and sarcastic, her eyes still on Kara's. Cat's heart was happy; it was the second time she felt Kara's lips on hers, and the feeling got better every time.
"Of course not," Carter said, walking opposite of the bed. "But it's still weird. You're our mother's."
"Yes!" Ollie joined the conversation. She moved the bed sheets eagerly to shift the bed. "We don't want to see that."
"That?" Cat asked, shifting her body as Kara held her from behind.
Ollie giggled. "Well, Aunt Alex kiss Aunt Maggie and Mommy kiss Momma and Carter kiss Dianna, that's a lot of bacteria."
Everybody paused to look at Carter. His face was red and his mouth parted.
"Ol." He whined.
Cat reminded quietly, not wanting to invade a memory with reality and her loss.
"You kissed Dianna?" Kara was the first to ask, and Cat understood this was very new to them.
"My Dianna?" Cat said placing her hand on her chest for more emphasis. "Well, not mine," She softly caressed Kara's face. "But my friend and assistant?"
Kara tried to keep a straight look, but she was holding her urge to laugh. Ollie was exclusively covering her mouth now.
"Oh, it happened one time," Carter said, sliding his hands over his head. "I was drunk."
"You were drunk?" Cat said, a little serious now.
"No, maybe a little bit." He shrugged. "It happened in New Years," Cat nodded, thanking him for creating the visual in her mind. "That was almost a year ago."
"Okay, so how was it?" Kara wiggled her eyebrows.
Cat rolled her eyes playfully, jealous that Kara asked the question before her. Carter's face was even redder now.
"He liked it," Ollie said smiling.
"Olivia!" Carter grabbed her, tickling her stomach. "I thought it was a secret."
"Why didn't I see this?" Kara asked laughing along with Ollie.
"You were making out with mom," Carter stopped tickling Ollie.
"I refuse to believe that's true." Cat smiled looking at Kara so she could finish the statement. "I don't make out with Kara." She shrugged one shoulder. "In public."
"Only at midnight," Kara said proudly.
"That's very logical then," Cat responded nonchalantly.
"Well, I'm almost nineteen." Carter tried to defend himself.
"Kid, we're not going to judge you for the age difference." Kara quickly said, and Cat tilted her head agreeing with her wife.
"I know. But what if Dianna doesn't like me like that."
"Have you asked her out?" Cat asked, releasing her body from her wife's comfortable embrace.
"She doesn't like me like that."
"That's what I thought about your mother, and look at us now,"
"But that's because mom is stubborn." He smiled.
"You say that like you don't have her blood. Kid, you are a Grant too!" Kara joked.
"Oh no! Am I stubborn?" Ollie asked, her eyebrows arched.
"Is that a mean trait to have?" She was so concerned and mad about this new trait she inherited that with a single move of her arm, Olivia finished shifting the bed. "I do not need this trait in my life."
"Oh," Cat picked Ollie from the floor noticing her cheeks were red. Her daughter was angry, and she quickly observed Ollie's face, learning and loving the new emotions. "That's only for men." Ollie's expressions softened. "We are not stubborn; we are careful, aware of our surroundings... we are knowledgeable," Cat smirked at Kara. "Right, mommy?"
Kara nodded quickly. "Your mother is very wise indeed."
"Okay, we can figure that later," Carter said, walking out of the room before his mothers decided to ask more questions. "Welcome home, Kara."
"Okay, baby. Time to sleep." Kara said, taking Olivia from Cat's arms.
"I don't want to, momma." Olive's voice was soft and tender. "I'm afraid Mr. Mean will find you here."
Kara embraced her lovingly. "Mr. Mean doesn't know where we live. I'll never let him be near you, mommy or Carter. He'll stay away from all of us."
"Including, Mr. Knows?"
"Especially Mr. Knows," Cat added. "Momma won't go anywhere."
Ollie observed both of her mother's. She was scared, afraid to wake up without her mother. Scared of mishearing the heartbeat strong and powerful. Furthermore, she smiled. Olivia was comfortable and trusted her mother's. She slid her hands on Kara's face, she observed the scratches on the neck, but those didn't scare her.
Olivia now wanted to go to sleep, just so she could wake up in the morning to a full, healthy Kara.
"I'll be okay. I promise." Olive nodded siding her finger over Cat's nose.
"I love you, baby." Cat kissed Ollie's cheek.
"Let's brush Mr. Knows teeth. Darling, can you text Alex, she told me to text her when I got here."
Cat smiled at her wife, walking away with their daughter in hands. Cat picked up her phone; she found three messages from Alex.
-She forgot right, to text me
-Did she make it?
-You'll have a helicopter there if you don't text me
Cat called her and Alex instantly answered.
"I was worried."
"Sorry, we got distracted." Cat smiled, sitting on the bed.
"I bet, glad she made it safely." Cat could picture Alex's face in her mind. Her tone and voice were loving. "Enjoy your wife; we'll see you tomorrow morning." Cat smiled, shaking her head. "And don't worry about her face, she'll wake up perfectly in the morning."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me! Goodnight, Cat, goodnight, Kara."
"Goodnight."
Kara saw the bright smile Cat wore when speaking to Alex.
"I am happy that you have your smile back." Kara removed her soaked sweatpants. Cat wanted to look away; she wanted to tear her eyes away from her wife's body in her underwear. But as she saw Kara walking to the dresser, she noticed something she didn't see before. Cat saw many gunshot bruises on Kara's back, legs scratched, with scattered bruises; her expression worried instantly but easily softened when her wife walked back next to her. "Do you like my sister better?"
"She is pretty amazing if you ask me." Cat arched her brow lying next to Kara. She placed her arm under her head, creating the perfect proximity and view of her wife's face. "She took care of me."
"So she did a great job while I was away?" Kara moved a little closer to her wife's face. "I bet she tried to pull you away from the lamps."
Cat rolled her eyes, playfully. "She and Gabrielle." Kara laughed. "I still have a spray bottle in my Prada purse." This cause Kara to laugh harder. "A new necessity, vital for my purse, hopefully, I won't use it." Cat smiled widely, Kara's laugh was beautiful and contagious.
Cat pressed a soft kiss to Kara's forehead, changing the atmosphere instantly. "You know, I don't voice out my emotions well, somehow you read them perfectly." Kara was quiet, observing how Cat's eyes traveled every inch of her face. "What I'm trying to say is," Cat began telling. "I missed you. I missed everything about you. Don't ask me how I can feel so much in a week." She took a deep breath. "Kara, I don't want to be without you," Cat whispered, moving closer to Kara's face.
Kara pressed her lips to Cat's nose. "You won't, beautiful."
"Seeing you in that condition... it broke me." Cat caressed her wife's face. "God, I missed you." Cat saw how Kara's eyes filled with tears. "I am sorry I can't remember a life with you."
"Don't be sorry, we have the rest of our lives to create new memories, and I will make sure that-
"Kara, I love you." Cat rushed her words.
Kara lifted her head, her blonde hair falling on top of the bed. A tear traveled down her temple. She smiled widely, moving her hand over Cat's back. "Do you really?" Kara whispered, her lips close to Cat's.
Cat nodded, cleaning her wife's cheeks. "Yes," Cat smiled. "I'm pretty sure if you would've kissed me in the hospital, I would've considered you as my wife faster." Kara laughed, pressing a soft kiss on Cat's lips.
"Rao know's how much I've missed those words."
"I can say them whenever you need." Kara smiled, kissing her wife. Cat's heart skipped a beat, and the butterflies rushed unexpectedly inside her stomach.
"I love you, Cat." Cat engraved her wife's words. The soft tone of how Kara pronounced the words carried her feelings and worries.
Cat licked her lips, dropping her head back on the bed. Kara snuggled closer to Cat's neck and shut her eyes. She could heart Carter's heartbeat, Olive's and Cat's.
Kara was home.