Her sister had volunteered to stay with the children that last night and, the truth is that she was grateful, because she did not have enough encouragement to have to be taking care of both of them, although she was aware that some time or another she should do it again.
She sighed turning on herself towards the other side of the bed, observing it, again, only she was there, with no one who could great her and promise her that, one day, they would spend it all in bed, without getting up at all. However, she had to get used to this loneliness, to the same one she felt when she put him on that pod.
She shook her head when she heard the door open and her sister entering the apartment, refraining from falling asleep to prevent her from asking her about it, but she was not able.
"Hey" her sister burst into her room, but she did not bother to look at her, because she did not want to talk, not at that moment. "Kara ..." she called trying to look at her, but ended up sighing and sitting in the edge of the bed. "Kaylee has done a drawing, do you want to see it?" she asked making her nod, unable to help but smile sadly when she saw the drawing of the four year old.
She watched as she listened to her sister's explanation, feeling the tears come to her eyes as she noticed that she had drawn the four of them and had made an attempt to write who each was. She ended up allowing the tears to come out of her eyes, unable to hide her sobs, causing her sister to hug her trying to calm her down, but it was difficult to get it, because it was not easy to ignore the fact that he was no longer part of that picture.
"How are you?" Alex asked separating her from her, making her shrug without knowing what she had to answer, because no, she was not good.
"He lied to me, he wasn't able to trust me," she muttered between sobs. "He's going to leave and after all, maybe it's the right thing to do" she dared to look her sister straight in the eyes.
"Are you sure about that?" her sister questioned her before continuing talking. "Kara, I wanted to kill him for hurting you and I confronted him, and ... and it's not that I want to defend him for what happened, but he seemed sorry about it" she explained. "I heard his explanations, I'm not trying to make you change your mind, but he's the father of your children, I don't think you want him away from them" she looked at her, at which time the tears were again present in her eyes.
She shook her head, of course, she did not want to separate him from the children, because she knew better than anyone what it was like to remember your parents and know that you could not see them again, even though she recognized that Kaylee would not be so conscious, but Aiden would be and he would be forced to live with those memories.
"Do you want the children to stay with me?" Alex asked in a whisper, to which she wanted to agree, but she could not do it, ending by shaking her head. "I will bring them in the afternoon, Maggie has taken the four of the kids to the park" she explained.
"Thank you for staying with them" she hugged her sister, who did not hesitate to hug her back.
A couple of weeks after that everything had returned to normal, well, all the normal that could be the fact that Mon-el was not present every day, but she could assure that she was beginning to overcome it.
In these moments both children were playing together in the room of the little girl, being able to hear their laughter while she took advantage to rest for a while, to focus on her own thoughts.
"Mom!" She heard Aiden's cry of concern from the room of the child, so she did not hesitate to run towards it.
Aiden was holding his sister on the floor, pressing his own jacket over the girl's forehead, moment when she noticed the small pool of blood that was next to the bedside table, a fact that could not help but frighten her, because she had to recognize that her children had never had injuries of such magnitude, so she could say that she was afraid to lift that jacket, without being very sure of what she was going to find.
She knelt beside the child before taking the little girl in her arms, surprised that she was not crying, but she could risk saying that she was too shocked to be able to express herself, because the little girl's blue eyes were completely expressionless. She sighed trying to relax herself before daring to uncover the wound, watching it closely, it was deep, obvious that she would need stitches to close it, however, her concern right now was to find out exactly how the little one was, although before she could ask anything, her daughter started to cry. She tried to calm her down while trying to call his sister to come, who soon arrived, quickly taking them to the DEO.
It was obvious that she had to tell Mon-el, because, after all, she was still his daughter, but when she had not talked to him for weeks, how could she find words right now? Honestly, she did not find it simple and much less at this time, when her only concern was the kid.
"Kara" her sister called her to tell her to enter the infirmary, noting that her daughter seemed a little calmer than before, approaching her trying to smile as she grabbed her hand. "Kaylee, baby, if it hurts I need you to tell me, okay?" she asked the little girl while creating a sterile area to close the wound.
Despite feeling that her daughter increased the strength of her hand grabbing hers when she felt the sting of anesthesia, t she did not do it anymore, remaining completely calm.
"The best thing is that you spend the rest of the afternoon here, I want to make sure she doesn't get dizzy" her sister explained. "How could she have taken such a blow?" she asked.
"I don't know, I suppose she has tripped" she shrugged without knowing very well to answer.
"I will come to see her later" she said goodbye to her, allowing her to return to her daughter's side.
"Are you okay, baby?" She stroked her hair while the younger nodded slightly. "Do you want to do something?" She asked, trying to distract her, knowing that she could not let her sleep.
"Color" she replied with a small smile, which made her smile too as she turned to take the coloring book and the crayons, leaving it on the bed.
She could not deny that it was working properly to distract her, so she dedicated herself to being there, together with her, helping her to color a drawing, which caused the child's laughter each time she asked her which color she should use and, she have to be sincere, she had not laughed in that way for a long time. However, the fun between them was over when she heard his voice asking what happened, but finding herself unable to answer, she turned to him nervously.
"What has happened?" He asked while trying to make her voice present. "Aiden told me that she has a wound on her forehead, is it true?" he questioned approaching, which increased the beats of her heart as well as the agitation of her breathing.
"Daddy!" Kaylee seemed to be the first to react, releasing the crayons before stretching her arms towards him.
"Hey, baby" he took her in his arms, hugging her. "Are you okay?" he asked, getting the girl to nod slightly, moment in which Aiden entered the room. "Kara, can we talk?" he asked her and , although she wanted to refuse, she ended up nodding.
Both went outside the room, but not before asking the child to watch his sister and to warn them if something happened.
She sighed, Mon-el wanted to talk to her, about what? She did not know, but at this moment she could see the uneasiness generated by the silence of both, which made her look at him until he dared to speak.
"I'm sorry" was the first thing he murmured. "I didn't want any of this to happen, Kara" he seemed to want to apologize, but of what exactly.
"Which part did you not want to happen?" She asked. "The lying one, of allowing your mother to kidnap Aiden or that of your wife's appearance?" She enumerated observing how he shook his head.
"All of them" he answered, being honest, at least, seeming to be. "When Imra appeared ..." she did not allow him to continue.
"How long has she been here?" she asked, needing an answer.
"Ever since Kaylee's nightmares started," he said, ducking his head, at which point she understood what had happened, feeling like she was getting even more angry.
"Does she have anything to do with those dreams?" she questioned without any kind of patience, much less when she saw him shrug. "I know she's telepathic, so I'll ask you one last time, does she have something to do with the dreams? " she asked waiting for a clear and concise answer.
"Yes, it was her who triggered those dreams, it was the way to remind me what would happen and that there was not much time" he answered her question, but when he realized that she was going to reply, he spoke again. "She was reminding me that I had to start fighting so I wouldn't to lose you" he explained to the edge of tears.
"You let her enter the mind of a four-year-old girl, terrifying her with the vision of her parents dying, how could you?" the tears did not hesitate to escape her eyes. "How could you have destroyed the most innocent being, Mon-el?" she questioned trying to cover her own sobs.
"Do you think I don't blame myself for it?" He asked looking directly into her eyes. "I would never have allowed that to happen if I had known how it was going to affect her" he said holding his head in his hands. "For Rao, Kara, I would never hurt her on purpose" the tears slid down his cheeks. "I need you to believe me, please" he begged, being able to recognize the pain in his eyes, knowing that his last words were true.
"I believe you," she whispered. "But I'm not sure I'm ready to forgive you, I hope you can understand me," she said as he nodded slightly. "I guess we'll need to talk later," she ducked her head.
"I could wait until then" she heard him whisper.
She looked at him one last time before returning to enter the room, feeling how his gaze was still on her, trying to understand his last words, Did that mean he was not going to leave?
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