DISCLAIMERS/NOTES

1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by DC Comics. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

3. Just a reminder: the Supergirl in this story is not Kara Zor-El, but the post-Crisis Matrix with an altered backstory. For more information, see Disclaimers/Notes for the first chapter.

HOME SWEET HOME

The sound of the door opening brought Mary Batson-Trix's gaze away from the bundle in her arms, though little Marie continued to suckle on her bottle. To be honest, their daughter needed feeding constantly - something that was beginning to worry Mary. But when she saw her wife enter the room, the young mother's thoughts returned to what today was about. "I'm sorry, darling," Mary said. "I wanted to be with you, but Marie... "

"It's fine," said Mae as she sat on the sofa beside her wife and daughter. Mary could see the red under her eyes from crying. She herself continually tried to stem back tears.

"Is Clark gone?"

The Woman of Steel nodded. "I said it was fine for him to come and say goodbye, but he heard a commotion. I offered to help him, but it was probably nothing major. Nothing... life-threa... " Mae suddenly let out a sob and put her head in her hands.

Taking a gulp, Mary wished she had a free hand to reach out with. Instead, she leaned as close as she could and kissed Mae's cheek tenderly. "Did you come to a decision?" She knew she had to keep Mae focused.

Mae looked at her with teary eyes. "The farm's ours."

"What?" Mary's jaw dropped.

Mae wiped her eyes dry... or tried to, anyway. "Martha's will - and Jonathan's - left everything to Clark. They gave him complete say in what happens to the farm. And... Clark's given it to us."

Mary could not believe it. "I... I... "

"He said this is our home," continued Superwoman. "The time we've lived here, the life we've built... he said we have as much right as him to the house, the fields - everything."

Stunned, Mary barely realised their daughter was full for the moment. She put down the bottle and held Marie close, before softly patting the little girl's back. "We can stay here?"

"If we want to," nodded Mae. "He said we shouldn't feel obligated, but we're free to live here for as long as we want." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "He said... Jonathan and Martha loved us like family... and it's what they would've wanted."

Mary was awed. The generosity, the kindness - the Kents' love knew no bounds. All three of them... no wonder Superman turned out the greatest of all heroes. "I can't believe it." Again pausing when she heard a little burp over her shoulder, Mary rubbed their angel's back softly, then passed Marie into the waiting arms of her other mother. Mary's heart raised when Mae kissed the toddler's forehead lovingly. "Do you want to stay here?" she eventually asked.

"I should be asking you that," replied Mae as she gently rocked their daughter. "I've spent most of my time here on Earth... dammit, most of my life, period! - in this house. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen."

Mary had to agree. The fresh air, the smell of the fields... it was like every storybook country home ever seen or told about. She loved living here. "I do," she whispered. "I want to stay. I want to spend nights with us sitting outside on the porch, looking at the stars. I want our daughter to run through the corn and play hide-and-seek in the barn." She looked into Mae's eyes, pure devotion in her own. "And I want to make love to you in the fields, surrounded by the country air."

Tears poured down Mae's face. "I love you so much, Mary... " Mary did the only thing she could, leaning close again and taking her wife's lips with her own...