Epilogue

"OK, let's go down the list. Shoes?"

"Check!"

"Matching socks?"

"Nope!"

"But we tried," Kara assured herself. "Snacks?"

Linda became distracted when the cat nuzzled against her leg. "Mommy, I'm hungry."

"Yeah, Lin, I know that, it's why we're doing the checklist, remember?" Kara had to take the girl's hands and squeeze gently to get her to pay attention. "You're gonna be grumpy if we forget something."

"Can we bring Kitty?"

"No…but we can see her as soon as we get back," Kara smiled, bending down to kiss her daughter on the head before straightening up and grabbing the bag they'd packed. "OK, say goodbye, and let's get out of here. We have to walk, and we don't want to be late."

Linda knelt down sadly, gathering the cat into her arms. "We're not leaving forever, Kitty," she told it, blue eyes staring intently into the cat's green ones. "We'll come back as soon as our tummies are full." Then she leaned forward and kissed its nose, eventually letting it crawl off of her lap and scurry back to its scratching post. "We can leave now, Mommy," Linda said, sounding heartbroken as she reached up a hand for Kara to take, her mother helping her to her feet. "Kitty will miss us, but she will be OK."

"Kitty has been around for a really long time, Lin," Kara chuckled, opening the front door and locking it behind them. "She knows that people come and go."

"Yeah, OK," Linda dropped her hand, already on to the next thing, stomping down the front steps and into a puddle on the front walk. "That's a good one."

Kara followed behind, stomping into the water with a bit more force. "It is a good one!"

Linda giggled. "You don't even have rain boots, Mommy."

"You think Mom's gonna be mad if I have wet shoes?" Kara wondered, grinning as she took Linda's hand to walk down the sidewalk.

The girl shrugged. "She cannot timeout you."

Kara laughed. "Timeout me? We don't even timeout you! Where did you hear about timeouts?"

"I seen a show," Linda sagely informed her.

The walk took longer than it should have. It always did. Everything always did. The big, wide world could be a scary place for a child like Linda. One who heard louder and saw further than her little mind could process all at once. But, unlike Kara, Linda had been born into this environment, meaning that at 4 years old, she was already better acclimated than Kara had been at 18.

But, of course, Linda wasn't completely Kryptonian. She had an added set of obstacles to navigate.

"Can I press the button?"

Kara leaned down to whisper in her daughter's ear, "Do you remember what floor?"

"The very top," Linda whispered back, aware of the other people in the elevator.

"Mhm." Kara smiled. "You need help?"

"Not if I use my tippy-toes…" Linda said, doing just that, her index finger just barely reaching the button before she triumphantly fell back onto her heels.

"Nice job." Kara grinned, squeezing the girl's shoulders. The squeezing was important, they'd learned. Kept Linda in her own body. Reminded her to keep her feet on the ground.

She waited for Kara when the doors dinged and then slid open, gripping her hand until the other elevator occupants had exited before allowing Kara to lead her out.

"Get me the report by Friday, and we'll see what we can do."

"They won't even be wrapping up the second trial until Thursday. That's a pretty tight window."

"Then just ask for something preliminary. Some light weekend reading, I don't give a sh—,"

"Mom! We came to get you!" Linda yelled down the hallway, interrupting what seemed to be an important conversation.

Pam stopped in her tracks after rounding the corner, breaking into a wide smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her daughter. "You came to rescue me?"

"Yes! And to eat dinner!"

Pam laughed, turning briefly back to her subordinate. "Just keep me updated, alright? I'm flexible, but only to a point."

"Yes, Ma'am, I'll see what I can do," the woman replied, though Pam was already moving past her down the hallway, wrapping Linda in her arms and hoisting her up onto her hip.

"Did you walk here all the way from home?"

"Yes," Linda smiled shyly when Pam pressed a kiss to her cheek. "We stomped in puddles. But Mommy's feet are wet cuz she didn't bring her boots."

"Hey! Tattletale," Kara teased, tickling her side until Linda jerked away with a laugh.

"Well, you came just in time, thank goodness." Pam smiled, lowering Linda back to her feet. "I just have to grab my purse and then we can get some dinner. What sounds good?" she asked, taking Linda's hand and walking her back to her office.

"Can I have a calzone?"

"Yes, we can—,"

"You headed out, Ms. Wayne?" a man asked through his open office door. "Oh, hi, Linda, Kara…" he smiled.

Linda quickly hid her face against Pam's hip, and Pam wrapped a soothing hand around the back of her head, thumb rubbing soft circles in the girl's blonde hair. "I'll be in at 9 tomorrow, if you need me."

"Great." He nodded, though he seemed worried as he studied Linda. "Is she…"

"Shy," Pam stated, ending his question there. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Is she…autistic?" Kara mocked once they were out of earshot, Pam having picked Linda up again to make the journey to her office a bit quicker.

Pam chuckled, kissing Linda on the head and nodding over to the couch in her office where she'd set her purse. "Did I tell you he thought we were sisters?"

"No, you're married!" Linda pulled her face away from Pam's neck to protest.

Kara laughed as she grabbed the purse. "Not everybody's as smart as you, Lin. We'll set him straight some other time."

"I think you're the nicest wives." Linda lowered her head back to rest on Pam's shoulder. "I don't like that man."

"I'm just looking for a reason to fire him, Darling," Pam assured her.

/

"It's all taking longer than I wanted it to. I knew I should have run the trials myself." Pam was distracted by the menu she was showing Linda. "You like pepperoni, would you like pepperoni?"

"But I want it in the bread."

"Yes, that's what a calzone is, J—Linda."

"OK." The girl smiled. "But I want it soon because I'm hungry."

"Ah, well, in the meantime…" Kara leaned over to reach into the bag they'd packed, coming out with a bag of dried apple slices and handing them across the table to her daughter. "You can't run the trials and the company, Pam. That's crazy. You just gotta hire people you trust, and let them do their jobs."

Pam groaned, scrunching her eyes shut to run a hand through her hair. "How's the story coming along?"

"Oh, geez," Kara laughed. "Worse than your thing, I'm sure. No one wants to talk to me. I literally got a door slammed in my face the other day. Just 'Hi there, I'm—,' wham!"

"Well, if you ever need any help with persuasion…" Pam's fingernails tapped idly on her water glass.

"Pam…" Kara fixed her with a look. "Pam, that's called coercion."

"Goodness, how pure you are," Pam mocked.

"I am!"

"Oh, yes, I'm fully aware," Pam exhaled, leaning across the table to kiss her. "It's exceptionally irritating."

Kara grinned against her lips. "You knew what you were signing up for."

"I am done with my apples now," Linda announced, pushing the empty bag away from her. "I would like my inside pizza now."

"Calzone, Lin. You know the word," Kara reminded her.

"Would it be considered coercion to speed up our service?" Pam wondered.

Kara narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. "I think…that's an evil I can live with...but only because I feel like we might be close to a tantrum."

"Excellent." Pam increased her pheromone output, and a waiter was at their table in seconds.

/

Gaia, she has way too many t-shirts…

"Which one for sleeping, Lin?" Pam wondered, holding the top drawer of the dresser open.

"I don't want one of mine, I want one of yours," Linda protested, sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce on top of her covers, hair just now dry from her bath.

"M-mm, not tonight," Pam shook her head, unfolding one of the many sleep-wear options and turning to hold it up to her. "We're working on sleeping in our own clothes in our own bed, remember? So let's pick out something cozy."

Linda shook her head at the pink t-shirt Pam was holding. "Nuh-uh. A different one."

Pam sighed. "Do you have a suggestion? Or am I going to unfold every single t-shirt in here looking for one that's probably down in the laundry room."

"I don't like that one." Linda, again, waved it away, with more force this time. "It's too loose, I don't like it."

"J—," Linda, Linda, Linda. "Linda, you just saying 'no, no, no' all the time isn't helpful. Do you have a shirt in mind?" Pam didn't wait for her to answer to turn back around, knowing it was a pipe dream to request a specific instruction. Uh, blue?

Linda looked uncertain as she unfolded it, but by the time the graphic was revealed, she was smiling broadly. "Yes. Supergirl." She suddenly jutted her hands out, grabbing at the air in front of her. "Gimme, please."

"Turn it around, Jo. Look!" Anthony urged.

She did just that, and when she saw there was a Bat-symbol on the chest, she absolutely lost it, her tears of joy turning to full on sobs.

"Jolene," Harley sat forward and set her coffee down. "Jolene, would you like to put it on?"

"Yes, please." She cried, getting up and running over to Harley, thrusting the garment at her with both hands and turning her head away like it was too amazing to even look at anymore.

Pam blinked at the 'S' emblem her daughter now wore on her chest. The girl's green eyes sparkling as she hugged herself, holding the fabric of the t-shirt as close to her skin as possible. "Are you…" Pam cleared her throat. "Happy with that one?"

"Yes," Linda smiled contentedly, climbing under her blankets. "Mom, can I wear this when I'm a supergirl? Or do I have to wear a leafy like you?"

"Mama…" she clutched the fabric in her hands. "Its—Mama…"

"Yes?" Harleen giggled.

Tears began to well up in the girl's eyes. "It's a gymnastics outfit, Mama."

"Jolene, why are you crying?"

"Cuz it's—cuz it's," she held the leotard up to the light, watching as it shimmered. "Cuz it's the prettiest outfit I ever saw."

"You can, um—you can wear whatever you want, Sweetpea," Pam told her, sitting down on the bed to tuck the blanket around her daughter's shoulders. "We're doing tonight all by ourselves, right?"

Linda nodded earnestly, her brows furrowing in determination.

"Good," Pam smiled, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind the girl's ear. "Now let's look and see who we have in here…" she glanced over her shoulder. "There's…Mr. Desk. Can he talk?"

"Nope." Linda shook her head.

"And Mrs. Lamp? What about her?"

"Nope," Linda repeated. "Only Mr. Plant can talk."

"That's right," Pam nodded, leaning down to kiss the smooth skin of her daughter's forehead. "So if you hear anyone else, besides Mr. Plant, what are you doing to do?"

"Shut the door," Linda stated, resolute.

"That door?" Pam wondered, pointing to the one that separated the bedroom from the hallway.

"No, no," Linda shook her head, raising her finger above the blankets to tap her temple. "This one."

"That's right," Pam smiled, kissing her again, this time on the cheek. "I'll see you when the sun comes up."

"OK," Linda whispered, closing her eyes reluctantly. One eye, and then the other. Pam waited until both were closed to rise from the bed, plugging in the nightlight and shutting off the lamp before closing the door softly behind her.

She paused with her hand on the doorframe for a moment, standing in silence to make sure Linda was settled, and then started down the hall, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside as soon as she entered her bedroom.

Kara was laying on her side of the bed in a sweatshirt and a pair of fuzzy pajama pants, squinting at her tablet.

Pam sighed, relief reverberating through her body as her knees hit the bed. "Do you have any idea how much I've been looking forward to this?" she asked, crawling slowly over Kara's body, pushing her sweatshirt up to reveal her muscular stomach.

"Hm…mhm," Kara responded distractedly, evidently scrolling to the next page.

"I was completely distracted in my budget meeting today…" Pam traced the line of Kara's muscle with her tongue, ending with an open-mouthed kiss just above her navel. "You…were all I could think about." She smiled, raising her eyes to look up at her wife…

Only to be met with the sight of the tablet Kara was still holding in front of her face.

"Uh-huh, and then what?" Kara randomly prompted.

Frowning, Pam propped herself up on her elbows, bracketing Kara's hips. "Umm…and then I…convinced myself I wasn't desperate enough to masturbate in the bathroom?"

"Aw, that's great, Honey," Kara offered, scrolling again. "Good for you."

"Wh—," Pam sat up further. "You're not listening at all, are you? Hey!" she tapped her leg. "Hey, hello? There were promises made, Kara."

"What?" the blonde finally moved the screen to peer down at her. "What are you doing? Where's your shirt?"

"Where's my—it's—," Pam blinked. "Kara, it's Tuesday. You said we'd have time tonight. I have the receipts."

Realization seemed to dawn suddenly. "Oh! Yeah, right, right. OK, hold on, I'm just…here, look at this."

"Is it you naked?" Pam asked before Kara could turn the screen to her. "Because unless it's you naked, I'm really not interested."

"Just really quick! Just really quick." Kara handed Pam the tablet and sat up to yank her sweatshirt off. "There. Sign of good faith."

Pam rolled her eyes, sighing with significant exaggeration and rolling onto her back, holding the tablet above her. "What is this?" the screen displayed a series of handwritten notes in a mixture of English and Kryptonian. "Who translated this? Linda? I hope not a fully-grown adult."

"No, it's—." Kara stopped to laugh. "No, it's from my source."

Pam scoffed, scrolling up. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call his Kryptonian fluent…conversational, even. Did he hand this to Kara or Supergirl?"

"Well...Supergirl."

"Then he's been watching too many Rosetta Stone commercials." Pam locked the tablet, setting it down pointedly on the bedside table. "And I'd be weary of any information he gives you. And if he thinks he's stealing you away from me…" Ivy yanked Kara down on the bed by her thighs, so she was now hovering directly above her face. "Then he should know I learned Kyptonian first. And much better."

Kara grinned, leaning up to kiss her. "Do you think she's gonna sleep all the way through tonight?"

"I do." Pam reached back to un-clasp her own bra, moving her lips to Kara's neck. "I really, truly do."

Kara hummed, closing her eyes, her fingers coming up to tangle in Ivy's thick red hair. "You almost called her 'Jo' again today."

Pam stilled, keeping her eyes on Kara's neck. "I caught myself."

"Yeah," Kara sighed, fingers now carding soothingly though Pam's hair. "But you don't always."

Her fingers fell away when Pam pulled back to look at her. "I don't do it on purpose, Kara. Or with any…malice aforethought. It just happens."

"Pam, I'm not mad at you," Kara assured her. "I just…think maybe it might be time to introduce them."

"Introduce them?" Pam almost laughed. "Yes, right. Introduce them." She suddenly sat up, fishing her cellphone out of her pocket and quickly dialing a number.

"What are you—,"

"You've reached Jolene Wayne, please don't leave a voicemail. It's 2075. We've moved passed that."

"Hi, Jo, it's your Mother," Pam began, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, facing away from Kara. "I know you've been dead for 60 years, but my wife—Kara? You remember Kara—she'd love it if we could swing by to introduce you to our—."

Kara snatched the phone away, ending the call. "That's not what I meant, Pam, and you know it. I just mean—you told me you explained all this to Anthony and Jo. Explained you and how you're still here, showed them your parents…Linda knows all about Krypton, but all she knows about you and your life is that you're half plant, and she's got some plant in her because of it."

"She's 4 years old, Kara. Jo was 7 when I told her about my parents, and she cried even thinking I'd had a family or a daughter before her," Pam said, standing to unzip her slacks, peeling them off her legs.

"But Linda isn't Jo, Pam. She's Linda," Kara reminded her, a bit of force in her tone. "She doesn't have to know about Woodue or anything, but telling her about Harley and Anthony and Jo isn't gonna hurt anybody but you, maybe."

"I've done my mourning," Pam muttered, tossing her pants into the hamper in the corner. "I don't understand how introducing her to people who were born over 120 years ago is going to help her."

"Because maybe then she can know what she's up against!" Kara sounded exasperated. "Know that they're ghosts she's competing against!"

"Comp—she's not—Kara." Pam turned. "Linda isn't competing with anyone. Just like Jo didn't compete with Anthony. Just like you don't compete with Clark. I loved my children then, and I love them now. Just like I love Linda."

"Then tell her that, Pam!" Kara almost pleaded. "I just—look, I grew up in somebody's shadow, OK? And it—it's frustrating! Competing or not, it can get frustrating. I want Linda to know who her shadows belong to. That's all."

Pam shook her head, climbing under the blankets and switching the lamp off. There was a long moment of silence before she spoke. "I'll think about it."

/

"And…what about this one?" Pam asked, fingertips brushing the soft yellow petals of the flower as she lay on her stomach in the garden.

Linda frowned in thought, her feet kicking in the air behind her. "It's a…m—marigold."

"Did you pick these out yourself?"

"Yes," Duke said, seeming to hold his breath.

"Marigolds," Pam reached out a hand and gently stroked the dainty petals.

Pam closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Yes. That's right."

"I like the yellow ones," Linda smiled. "They look like me."

"They do…" Pam mused, running a hand through the girl's soft, blonde hair.

"—blue. Like your eyes, and the yellow is like your…" Pam cleared her throat, blushing slightly as she set the flower back down.

"Linda, Darling…Can you wait here a moment?" Pam asked, her voice a bit strained. "Be with the flowers while I go get something? I'll be right back."

"OK, but can you tell Mommy to come outside with me?" Linda asked, eyes straying from the flower to Pam.

"Yes." She brushed the girl's bangs away from her forehead to kiss her there, and pulled herself up to her feet, starting into the house.

Kara was in the kitchen washing some strawberries—the only kind of 'cooking' she really did. "I thought we could have a picnic!" She craned her neck to watch Pam come in through the back door. "Do we have any Oreos left?"

"Yes, in the cupboard," Pam muttered distractedly, crossing through towards the stairs, but stopping at the glass kitchen door. "Can you head out there now? She's nervous."

"Oh, sure, where are you—," but Pam was gone before she could get the rest of her question out.

She walked quickly to the stairs, ascending past the baby photos of Linda and pictures of she and Kara that lined the wall. At the second landing, she took a right, reaching up to grab the rope and yanking down the ladder for the attic.

This space had been important for Pam when they bought the house. In fact, it was the deciding factor. The attic was spacious, not stuffy, with windows and plenty of ventilation. She'd known this was where she'd be keeping her memories…her previous life…and she wanted it to feel…homey, somehow. Not like she was shoving them in some far corner of her mind, but more like she was giving them all a new home. Her family, they'd come with her, but initially she'd wanted to keep them somewhat separate.

It had taken Pam a long time to marry Kara. Nearly 20 years they'd been together before she proposed. But it'd never felt terribly necessary. She loved Kara, and she knew Kara loved her…but, ultimately, they were still married to their previous lives. Their previous loves. But after Delilah died—early, too early. And Tula—her youngest great-grandchild—had a daughter of her own, Pam decided maybe it was time she and Kara took a step further. A step closer to each other.

It had been a small ceremony. Just family, really. Her children's children, and her children's children's children. And Clark and Jon…

Linda had come years later. After she said goodbye to Duke, and then to Daisy. Kara was afraid to ask. Afraid to want something, or need something from Pam. But Pam knew she wanted a baby. Knew it that Christmas she and Lena had spent at their house. Saw the loss and the sadness in her eyes at not having one. So 48 years after Pamela's last baby died, she'd had another one. A girl. One that she convinced herself she would do better with.

And they were different, her girls. Very different. Linda was a new challenge, but one she finally felt like she was up for again.

Pam swallowed as she opened the first box, grabbing the photo album off the top, her eyes lingering on the envelope that lay below.

Put me in a specimen jar, file me up on the shelf…take me down when you need to, unpack me if you feel like it, but keep moving forward. Always.

She nodded to herself, closing the box back up and putting the photo album beneath her arm, climbing back down the ladder and then the stairs.

Linda was exactly where Pam had left her, though now Kara had joined her, sitting on the grass with the bowl of strawberries between them.

Kara glanced up, her eyes traveling down to the photo album, and a sort of knowing smile spread over her lips. "Hey, Lin," she got the girl's attention, pulling it away from the flower she was whispering to. "Mom has something to show you."

Linda perked up, turning to watch Pam sit down beside them. "Is it story time?"

"Well…yes, I suppose." Pam's smile was a bit nervous. "Linda, I'm not sure if you know this…but I am very old."

"Like Mommy?" she wondered.

Pam moved closer. "Even older, if you can believe it. And you know how the older you get, the more friends you make?"

Linda nodded.

"Well, I've made a lot of friends in my life," Pam told her. "And not just friends, either. Family, too. And I—um—well, your Mother and I thought, perhaps you'd like to…learn, about them."

"Your more family?" Linda wondered, sitting forward on her heels to get a better look at the photo album Pam still hadn't opened. "Can I see?" she held her hands out, and after a reluctant moment, Pam handed her the book.

"Be careful, please…" Pam whispered, watching Linda's little fingers pass reverently over the cover and open to the first page.

Linda didn't speak at first, just looked. Studied. "Is this baby you?" she finally asked, pointing to the picture in the upper right hand corner.

Pam shook her head. "No…no, that was my son," she told her.

"But it—it has the green and your hair."

"Yes," Pam smiled. "He was born with green skin, just like mine."

"What does a 'son' mean?" Linda wondered.

"It means…that he was my baby, just like you are my baby," Pam explained.

"Is…is he my brother?" she asked, her voice only a whisper, like she was afraid she'd scare him away if she spoke any louder. "Is he still a baby?"

Pam cleared her throat. This is what she'd been concerned about. "Yes, he was your brother, Linda. But no, this picture was taken a very long time ago. He grew up, became a man, even had a baby of his own, and then he…passed on."

Linda turned quickly to her. "No, you mean he is died! That's sad!"

"Very sad," Kara agreed. "Mom was very sad for a really long time. But he was a good man, and he lived a happy life, so we don't have to be sad if we don't want to."

Frowning, Linda's eyes wandered to the next picture. Anthony was a toddler, dressed in his Robin onesie, Pam holding him upright in the old greenhouse. "What was his name?"

"Anthony," Pam smiled. "And this…" she flipped to the next page. "Is Jolene. She was my little girl."

"Like the night song…" Linda whispered.

Panicking slightly, thinking Linda's plant DNA had attributed similar side effects as Jo had suffered, Pam asked: "What do you mean?"

"After you put me to bed…" Linda's index finger trailed gently down Jo's infant nose. "I can hear the song. You listen downstairs."

An odd sense of relief and embarrassment washed over Pam then. It was true she often listened to the song at night, when the house was quiet and Pam felt her loss the heaviest.

"Sometimes you cry…" Linda continued. "And I want to make you not sad, but you say to shut the door."

Pam nodded, her daughter's super-hearing had certainly been an interesting thing to navigate in her young life. But she was doing so well lately…Pam didn't know she'd heard that. "I don't always cry when I'm sad." Pam tried to explain. "Sometimes…I just cry because I miss her, or…I cry because I'm happy…or because you do little things that remind me of her."

They sat a moment in silence, all three of them, before Linda turned to Kara to ask: "Were they your babies too?"

"Nope," Kara shook her head, moving her left hand onto the book on Linda's lap. "Do you see the gold ring?"

"Mhm."

"Well, that one means Mom is my wife. But the silver one…is for someone I was married to before. A very long time ago. Your Mom had a different wife too," Kara told her. "Her name was Harleen, and your Mom loved her very, very much. Anthony and Jolene were their babies."

Pam flipped to the next page for her, to a picture of Harley holding Jo on her hip in the garden, the sun behind her, her blonde hair whipping in the wind. "That's my Harley…"

Linda smiled. "We have the same hair. Did your Jolene have my hair too?"

"Well, let's see…" Pam smiled, tears gathering in her eyes as she flipped to the next page. This one had Anthony in a Stanford t-shirt giving Jo a piggy-back at the beach. It was a picture Pam remembered had served as Harley's phone background for some time.

Eyes widening, Linda asked, "Are those your same babies?"

"Mhm," Pam nodded.

Kara chuckled. "Aren't they pretty, Lin?"

The girl was nodding now, pointing to Anthony. "He looks like the prince from the movie."

"But not quite your hair," Pam pressed a kiss to Linda's head, turning the page again.

Linda's eyes filled with tears of her own at the next pictures. "Your baby got married?"

"Mm…mhm," Pam wiped her eyes. "Why are you crying, sweetheart?"

"Because I like her smile," Linda sniffed. "And I don't want happy people to be died."

"Aww…Honey…" Kara wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulders, holding her close. "You know what? I liked Jo's smile too."

"I am not as pretty like her." Linda stared down at the picture of Jo and Damian dancing at their wedding.

"Sweetheart." Pam turned fully to her, taking her hands and squeezing. "You are the most beautiful thing in the world to me. You are beautiful just being you, just like Jo was beautiful being her. And you know what? She wasn't always this happy." Pam pointed to the picture. "She got very angry, and upset, and sad, just like you do sometimes. You know how…you set the dolls up in your dollhouse to make them look perfect? Brush their hair, give them new outfits…"

Linda nodded.

"Well, sometimes Jo was like her own doll. She'd put on pretty clothes and paint on a smile, but that didn't always mean she was happy inside. And we fought a lot, me and her. We didn't always get along. But do you know what she told me when it was time for her to go?"

"What?" Linda wiped her eyes.

"She told me that all the stuff I learned being her Mom. All the fights we had, or every mistake I made…I should learn from it. So that way me and my next daughter. Me and you." Pam booped her gently on the nose. "Can maybe understand each other a bit better."

Linda blinked. "She knowed about me?"

Pam nodded. "She knew, someday, there would be another little girl like her. And that little girl…is you."

Kara turned the next page for them. "This is Anthony's baby—Duke."

"He loved marigolds," Pam smiled, picking one from behind her and setting it in the crease of the book. "He had a wife and a daughter of his own."

"Is that his Mom?" Linda asked, pointing to a picture of Anthony standing with his arm around Karen at that first Thanksgiving.

"That's right," Pam acknowledged. "And this is Jo and Damian, and their three babies. Three."

"That's so much!"

Pam chuckled. "Too much, for a little bit. But then they were very happy. They loved those babies a lot."

"Did they…love each other?" Linda wondered.

"Oh, yes," Pam nodded quickly. "Very much. His parents were my best friends in the world."

"Do you miss them?"

"Every day."

On the last page in this particular album was a singular photograph. Pam had taken it on she and Harley's honeymoon. And with the lighting, the flower in Harley's hair, and her serene expression, it was perhaps Pamela's favorite photograph ever taken. And she'd seen a lot of pictures in her time.

"I'm so…glad…that you're mine," Pam remembered whispering after the shutter had sounded.

"Yeah," Harley exhaled, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Me too."

Author's note:Thanks, guys. Your readership really, truly meant a lot. I sincerely appreciate your support of this story. Made me a better writer. Hope you all enjoyed it.

PS. Linda Danvers was Supergirl's name in the comics before the TV show changed it back to her Kryptonian "Kara"