Maggie Sawyer stepped into her home with a confident step and a smile as wide as Texas. It was the end of the week, and she was finally off work and able to return home and spend a relaxing weekend with the people she loved most.
She shrugged off her jacket and placed it on the hook next to Alex's leather jacket. "Baby?" she called into the house.
When no answer came, she pouted slightly before making her way through the house.
They married on Christmas day, just seven months after the adoption. It was a surprise, and it was absolutely beautiful. They'd been in their new home on the edge of town for only a few months, and were completely moved in. Abigail was 10 months, and already in the beginning stages of walking. At thanksgiving, she'd taken her first steps.
It was an amazing sight. Aunt Kara was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch with a bouncing Abigail between her legs, them both watching as Alex and Maggie decorated their first, family Christmas tree. They'd had an amazing meal, and were now relaxing and lazily decorating the tree. Abigail took a tentative step forward, still holding onto her aunt. Maggie spotted the movement. It had been pretty normal for Abigail to take a few guided steps, but something about this felt different.
She squatted down and made grabby hands towards her daughter with a big smile, and Abigail smiled back; taking another step. Maggie swung an arm around blindly and caught Alex's leg to get her attention.
By the time Alex looked, Abigail was taking another step.
"Let go." Maggie prompted Kara.
The blonde kept her arms still but slowly released her hold on the smaller hands gripping onto her fingers.
It was only about four steps until Abigail stumbled, but Maggie's protective arms swooped her up before her butt hit the ground; kissing her face and cheering her on while Abigail squealed in excitement.
The living room was devoid of her family as well, and the brunette trudged towards the kitchen in hopes of finding her family.
At Abigail's first birthday party in February, Kara couldn't take it anymore and spilled the beans. Her and Lena had gotten engaged. It was quite the surprise, seeing as they were never actually officially dating. But everyone was excited just the same and somehow, the party morphed into a slightly more congratulatory party. Abigail didn't seem to mind, seeing as she was still able to eat cake. Within three months, they were wed in the Fortress of Solitude - Lena's idea to honor Kara's lost heritage - on the only remaining Kryptonian ground.
It was here that Alex got her sisterly revenge on hogging the spotlight of Abigail's first birthday.
She was pregnant.
Maggie stepped into their spacious kitchen, located on the back of the house, and heard barking come from the back yard. She watched their husky spring across the yard with her tongue hanging out. A few seconds later, a slower running toddler entered the picture, laughing as she trailed behind the dog.
They'd been walking along the street on a beautiful summer day when they passed by an animal shelter. The shelter was running a puppy drive; the poster saying that all the puppies had recently been saved from a puppy mill. Horrified at the how terrible people could be to animals, Maggie approached the table, looking to just donate some money to help the shelter's expenses. But, much to her chagrin, an adorable husky puppy caught her attention. Picking the dog up, she held it closer for inspection, only to have a slimy tongue lick straight up her nose.
She turned her head to her wife only to see the other woman biting her lip and holding in a smile.
"She looks like a Gertrude." Alex chuckled as the puppy leaned forward to lick Maggie's cheek.
Gertrude wasn't quite a year old, but was quite big already. Abigail had taken to the puppy immediately and they were thick as thieves.
Maggie pulled open the sliding door to their back yard and found her wife lounging on the porch swing, watching carefully as their daughter ran/wobbled around the backyard. Her head was resting in her hand as she leaned against the back of the swing seat; the slight breeze ruffling through her shoulder length locks.
The detective leaned against the doorframe and watched Alex rub her hand gently over her ever swelling 7 month belly.
"You gonna stand there and stare, or join me?"
Maggie smirked and finally made her way to sit next to her wife on the swing, gently swinging back and forth.
"Hi." the brunette whispered, kissing Alex's neck softly
"Hi baby, how was your day?"
"I don't wanna talk about that now." she started, scooting closer to wrap her arms around her wife, "I just wanna sit here awhile before all hell breaks loose."
Alex rolled her eyes, but chuckled, "My sister is not 'all hell'. She's just…"
"Annoying, Alex. She's annoying."
"Oh relax."
"No, I don't think I've heard her actually say Lena's name since they got married. 'Meet my wife', 'let me talk to my wife', 'i love my wife', 'oh wife, what do you think about this?'"
"Oh hush. Let them have their thing." Alex chided, reaching back to poke her wife in the ribs.
Abigail finally noticed her other mother and squealed in excitement, "Momma momma!"
Maggie jumped from her seat and down the steps to scoop the child into her arms, "Hello sweet pea!"
"Momma momma!"
Even Gertrude left the stick she was chewing on in favor of running towards her human.
Maggie wiped a smudge of dirt from her daughter's chin and kissed her cheek, "Hello my baby," she whispered as Abigail curled up to her chest.
"Hey." Alex called as she stood from the swing, "Can you get her dressed while I start dinner."
Maggie put their daughter down and watched as she quickly toddled back to the back porch where she could hear Kara's exceptionally squeaky voice as the blonde was probably talking to Alex's belly.
The detective stepped into the doorway and watched from a distance as her family interacted.
Her family.
Maggie shook her head with a smile as she mulled over that word.
Never in a million years did she imagine that she'd have the picture perfect family she'd seen only in movies and books. Her own upbringing had destroyed any hope she'd had of having a family, and here she was: married, a mother, a soon to be mother again, a sister in law, owning a house, and a dog in the middle of the suburbs. It was all so surreal.
The slider door opened and Alex stepped into the house. When she saw her wife leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile, she couldn't help but smile as well, "What's go you all smily?"
"I don't know. Just…we have a house…a family, a dog, a baby on the way, everything is amazing and everything is sounding so cliched."
Alex's smile shone quite a bit brighter, "Well, from what I remember, the last time we were in a cliched moment, you told me it was called being happy."
Maggie watched the memory flitter across her mind's eye, and her own smile widened to match her wife's.
"Are you happy?" the pregnant agent asked
"Very."