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Chapter 36

Next day….

Morning sickness was what she was stuck with. Technically, for her, it shouldn't have been called morning sickness as she seemed to get sick at any time throughout the day. She washed her face and looking into the mirror she saw a broken spirit. The reason why she didn't break down yet was the fact that she pregnant with Calvin's child. This life that was growing inside of her was keeping her together, giving her some type of hope.

With her abilities she could feel his pain, his need for her and his love for her but she couldn't do anything about it which hurt her even more. She sighed softly not wanting to cry again, she did too much of that. She took one of his shirts and putting it on she went back to bed. With her laptop, she started working to find any answers on his whereabouts.

He woke up and even though he was still in pain he didn't feel weak. He knew Michael had come because he was bandaged up. He looked down to see his friend next to him sleeping peacefully. Sitting upright he observed himself to see how bad of a condition he really was in. His well-toned body was nothing more than just skin and bones. He knew he lost a lot of weight due to the fact he was being drugged and not eating well. His whole upper body was a mess after the beatings he encountered time after time.

To walk he had to drag his left leg painfully because they busted his knee with a lead pipe. There were a couple of bruises on his face but nothing major; they would heal soon enough. What was deeply killing him was the fact that he missed his girlfriend. He was aching for her touch, wanting to see her, but she was no where to be found. Beside him was the person who was keeping him together. He knew she was awake now, but no words were spoken, they were both lost in their thoughts.

She knew he was thinking about Diana, while she thought about Bruce and Lois. She thought about Clark too, but she knew he could take care of himself. She was mainly worried about her cousin and thoughts ran through her mind of whether Lois would ever wake up. Is she awake now? Is she all right? She had all these questions but none were answered. She knew Bruce was worried and she felt guilty about it. If she had listened to him she might not have been kidnapped, but seeing Calvin in this condition she decided she would rather be here, knowing where he than not knowing at all.

She turned towards him. He looked at her and smiled showing his dimples. She hugged him and he hugged her back. They would be okay, they would get out of this.

He sat down with a drink in hand, twirling the glass with his fingers looking at the sunrise. He was so frustrated with his men and also with himself. With all the money in the world he couldn't find them. He tore down every major Luthor lab, every place he knew where Lex did his business. He even had worked with Lionel to find out what his son was doing, but they always came to a dead end. To wash away his pain and guiltiness he turned to drinking in secret. He didn't drink too much but enough to forget his problems. He needed just one sign, just one thing to keep him going and that was to bring his friend and girlfriend back home, but for now he would drink away his pain.

He watched her sleep until he let sleep finally take over him after two months. He felt like was in heaven, not worrying about the current problems in his life. He knew it was wrong to feel the way he felt knowing that Chloe and Calvin were still missing. He knew it was wrong to feel the way he felt towards her. The love he had for her was forbidden, that is why he was planning to sleep in another room to give her privacy. But when she told him to stay with her, all morals, all forbidden laws, the voices telling him it was wrong, were thrown right out the window.

He held her close that night, listening to her heartbeat. Even if it was just for one night, hell even one minute, he would cherish this moment. This memory, the memory of him holding her that night making sure she was safe, was burned into his mind forever. He didn't want to let her go but if he had to he would. But for now on this beautiful morning, he would not let her go.

She had awoken to a pair of strong arms around her body, making her feel safe and warm. She said nothing to him and he said nothing to her, unwilling to break the moment. She normally didn't wake up at this time, let alone with him, but a strange dream had awakened her from her slumber. She didn't know why, but the fact was that a guy in tights with a red cape had freaked her out. As though feeling her discomfort he held her even tighter.

She sighed in content. Being near him made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. What was this feeling? And why was she having these feelings? Was it love? No, it was forbidden. Then why did she feel so good? She knew she wasn't in love with him but she now saw him in a different light. After the things he had done for her, she really saw who he was. Would these feelings turn into love? No, she didn't think so, she didn't want them to. Or did she? All these questions were swimming in her head but she didn't dwell on it.

She didn't even mind him holding her through the night. He needed the sleep; they both needed it. She knew once he let go, everything would be back to the way it was, but she would remember this moment. Because it would be burned in her mind forever. Was this fate? No, she convinced herself, they were two lonely people looking for comfort in each other after two months of suffering. What she didn't know was that her life would change forever after this one moment.