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Again, this one picks up where the previous one left off. I promise we'll move on from this weekend at some point. :D

It was a couple of hours later and Lena had fallen asleep into the fifth episode of a comedy show they agreed to try.

She didn't mean to doze off, she was really enjoying the plot of the show, where the main character was trying to become a good person, worthy of the good place that she mistakenly was sent to after her corporeal form faced its demise. Only being awake for long periods of time had become a challenge; and the nice, quiet atmosphere combined with the intermittently lazy strokes Kara had been absentmindedly performing on her feet did nothing to keep her relaxed body from drifting into a peaceful slumber.

Lena felt as Kara readjusted her feet that were resting on her friend's lap. When she opened her eyes she saw Kara was picking up her plate and empty glass.

"Kara?" Lena mumbled sleepily, propping herself up on her elbow before getting to a seated position. She followed Kara with her eyes as she took their plates to the kitchen. She then noticed the TV was off and that Kara had dimmed the lights on the living room as well. There was a blanket thrown over her that most definitely wasn't there before she fell asleep that Kara must have grabbed it from the linen closet.

"So much for being quiet and not waking you up," Kara smiled softly at her.

"What time is it?"

"It's a little past 9," Kara answered and held back a chuckle when a look of betrayal crossed Lena's features.

"You let me sleep for over an hour?" Lena's eyebrows raised in alarm.

"You seem like you need longer than that," Kara spoke with a teasing, gentle tone. "I considered carrying you to bed, but you looked really comfy here. I was afraid you'd wake up." Kara rolled her eyes. She took a seat next to Lena and bent down to grab her shoes that she'd discharged earlier.

She didn't know what to make of that piece of information Kara had just disclosed. Sure they were very close, and she didn't think that Kara carrying her to bed would have crossed a line. That invisible line of personal space boundaries that was there when they first met seemed to become even more indistinguishable as they got closer. Lena didn't think that being carried to bed by your best friend when you were passed out in your own home was something that friends normally did, but then again she never really had friends before Kara. What caught her off guard, she realized, was the fact that her heart picked up at the idea of Kara carrying her to bed. She shook her head slightly in an attempt to brush off that line of thinking.

"You okay?" Kara said resting a hand on Lena's knee.

"Yeah," Lena nodded. "Are you going home or…" She gestured to the balcony with her head, and Kara chuckled.

Lena raised her eyebrows and ducked her head. It would take a bit of getting used to the reality of Kara's secret identity being in the open between them, it seemed.

"I'm heading home," Kara replied as she adjusted her other shoe. "I have a deadline for tomorrow and I left my laptop at home."

"I'm sorry I kept you for so long."

Kara shook her head. "Don't apologize for spending time with me. When we spend time together, it's because we both-" Kara emphasized the word and wiggled her index finger in the air pointing at the both of them. "Want it, okay?" She ended in an even softer tone, leaning her head a little to the side, the corners of her mouth turning upwards in the slightest of movements, and her eyes held that affectionate look that Lena knew was reserved for her, for when they were having these moments when Kara had to reassure her of something that most people seemed to have for granted in their relationships.

Oftentimes, when they spent a substantial amount of time together, Lena feared she might have kept Kara from other activities. However, she never really had voiced those thoughts until now. Although Kara was her only friend, she had a double life where both of her jobs were very demanding in their own specificities, and on top of that she had other friends and a sister.

They had been friends for months now, but Lena knew her insecurities had been a constant in her life for as long as she could remember. She knew that it would take a while for them to be overwritten by Kara's presence in her life. Until then, being reassured by Kara meant a lot to her.

Lena nodded, "Okay." A warm feeling expanded inside her chest. Spending time with Kara was always welcomed, but these moments they shared where she felt like another barrier she'd worked so hard to build was crumbling down, those, she treasured them. They made her lighter.

"Call me if you need anything?" Kara said as she stood up and squeezed Lena's shoulder.

"Yeah," Lena brought her hand to quickly touch Kara's.

"Dinner tomorrow?"

Lena was about to ask if Kara was sure, but apparently, she had that written all over her face because Kara beat her to it.

"What did I just say about spending time together?" Kara said, shooting Lena a playful glare.

Lena's lips curled into a smile. "Dinner would be lovely."

Kara smiled back with a short nod. She adjusted her purse and stalled on her way to the door. "Get some more rest, okay?"

"I will."

"Promise?"

"Bye, Kara," Lena chuckled.

Kara

I'm on my way.

You want anything in particular?

Lena

Bring just what you're going to eat.

Unless you want soup. I have it in the freezer.

Kara

Morning sickness?

Lena

More like all day sickness.

Kara

I could still pick something up, so you can try later?

Lena

I've been trying...

I'll have some soup later.

Kara

I'll see you soon.

That morning when she woke up Lena was actually feeling refreshed from a good night of sleep. She followed Kara's request as well as her body's demands and fell into bed as soon as Kara left the previous night.

Having told Kara about her pregnancy was more cathartic than Lena thought it would be. Sharing that piece of news with her best friend had brought back a sense of normalcy that had been lacking in her life for these past couple of weeks.

Not that being pregnant was a normal situation. it was her new normal, sure, but there was nothing ordinary about growing another human being, no matter what biology said. She was going to be responsible for another living being, and Lena was trying very hard not to give in to her fears. It was her first time carrying a child and she had never really been around pregnant women before, but she knew that excessive worry wasn't a healthy approach to what she was experiencing. Worrying would lead to anxiety which would lead to even more worries.

Lena was a pragmatic woman. She would tackle this like she would a new project. She would read extensively about the subject, she would make notes on the most relevant topics, she would make a list of the arrangements she needed to make and she would go from there, one step at a time.

With that in mind, Lena had carried through with her morning like she usually did on a rare day off where she'd stay in. She got up, relieved herself, washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth, arranged her hair on a loose bun, and prepared breakfast.

Typically, a strong cup of coffee, some toast and a piece of fruit would do, but since she was forgoing coffee for the next… She didn't know exactly for how long but she had an inkling that the answer to that question would not be a pleasant one.

She ended up settling for peppermint tea, a full piece of toast with cottage cheese, and a sliced banana with a drizzle of honey. She went back to her room to retrieve her phone before taking a seat at her kitchen island to enjoy the meal she had just put together.

Everything seemed to be going just fine, until she took that first bite of the banana she'd just sliced.

From then it was downhill.

Every time Lena had attempted to eat something throughout the day, it ended up coming all back. Except for a few pieces of dried figs, and a glass of freshly pressed orange juice; those were the only things she managed to keep down, but that had been hours ago.

Lena sighed and cursed whoever was responsible for coining the term morning sickness as she got up to use the restroom before Kara got there.

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