A/N: I literally have a paper due in less than 12 hours which I haven't even started yet, and I've had this idea for like a week now and I managed to postpone writing it til now. I really need to learn to stop self sabotaging. Leave me a comment if you know how!

Anyway! Um. Yeah, I'm not really sure what this is, it's really kinda pointless, but it's fluffy and cute and yeah, this hiatus is driving me nuts.

I may be willing to write more, or take prompts even if anyone wants. And let me know if anyone's interested in finding out the backstory for the OC's name in this story. I also reference my one and only other Supergirl story in this fic but it's not at all necessary to read that to understand this, but y'know, I wouldn't hate it if y'all went and read that too and dropped me a comment. The story is called Helpless.

Read on and enjoy! Leave me comments please!

Disclaimer: Characters not mine except for the OC, and the title comes from a song called Sari Gelin by Sami Yusuf.

Lena Luthor is a very busy woman.

In addition to running her family's notorious billion-dollar company, the CEO is very much a hands-on kind of scientist as far as her R&D projects are concerned; she goes out of her way to spend as much time as possible in her private underground lab in between meetings as she can, even going as far as cancelling some of said meetings if she's feelings particularly inspired. If anything, her time in the lab has become far more important than pouring over annual budget reports, especially after she started collaborating with a certain secret government agency to create better weapons or defense equipment they may need to help aid National City's favorite superhero in her crime fighting.

It may also have something to do with her… vested interest… in keeping Supergirl alive and safe and unharmed.

Especially after that horrendous day when the blonde Kryptonian almost died right there in Lena arms. The CEO still has nightmares about that day, and the subsequent uncertainty of the next few days when nobody knew when – if – Supergirl was going to wake up.

Speaking of Supergirl…

Lena Luthor finally has a home.

It started small, with just one friend with unwavering support and belief in her despite what the evidence suggested.

Then she had two friends because her first fierce friend has a sister – a sister that didn't instantly trust Lena but eventually warmed up to her because how can anyone face Kara Danvers' warmth that rivals the sun and not have their doubts and suspicions melt away?

(Much later in life, Kara will confess and stutter and blush that she may have used some very colorful language against Alex, but she'll swear it was only to speed up the process because, "Alex was totally practically thawed out anyway!")

With Alex, naturally, came along one Detective Maggie Sawyer – who had arrested Lena. Thankfully though, the detective was easy-going; all it took was a casual night in with their Danvers girls and pizza for her to accept Lena into the gang. Much to said Danvers girls' displeasure, the pair got along so well, Maggie started hanging out with Lena outside of their little foursome.

(The night Lena and Maggie teamed up against Alex and Kara for charades and beat them at the game was the bloodiest night in game night history.)

Speaking of game night – Kara had managed convince her that it would be the easiest and fastest way to meet Winn and James and J'onn, that, "it's best to just rip off the Band-Aid, love."

And that's how she found herself spending a night under James Olson's uncertain gaze while trying to maintain a conversation with Winn without revealing how massive of a geek she really is.

(J'onn spent the majority of the night in silent observation, but on his way out he offered her a small imperceptible smile and nod, and Lena spent the rest of the night sobbing into an oblivious and highly worried Kara's lap at the acceptance and maybe, just maybe, having a dad again.)

When she met Eliza Danvers and was immediately swept up into a hug that rivaled that of Kara's in warmth and love, Lena Luthor didn't even bother trying to hold her tears at bay because she was wholly and instantly welcomed by this stranger and was just- Lena. No sinister last name, no broken home, just love.

And so, in addition to her CEO duties, her "mad scientist gig" as Maggie often teased, Lena also had a home that she attempted to be in at a reasonable time every day to the best of her capabilities.

Understandably, based on her many time consuming responsibilities, Lena Luthor was the kind of person that tried to sleep whenever she could manage it, and was still always, somehow, not getting enough of it.

Which is why she was ready to snap at whoever it was rousing her from it after she had finally managed to fall asleep after an extraordinarily long week of work and worry.

Except it wasn't her phone ringing with some pre-dawn conference call, nor was it her alarm, nor was it even Kara's tired attempts to be sneaky after a midnight Supergirl rescue.

No, it was a tiny, yet deceptively strong, person pushing at her chin with their forehead in an attempt to nestle their face into her neck.

Lena's most important and most cherished responsibility.

Motherhood.

So she readjusts with a faint groan to accommodate her child, her arm wrapping around his back as he sinks on top of her with all of his more than welcomed strength and weight – which he has yet to learn to control, though Kara's working on it – and sleepily kisses his head, trying to settle back into sleep before it vanishes from her eyes completely when he murmurs, "Mommy, where Dada?"

She can't help her tired but amused smile at the term, and pictures Kara's exasperated though no less loving look whenever their son calls her that. Maggie and Winn had thought it would be hilarious (it was) to teach Lena's son to refer to his other mother as Dada instead of the intended Mama. It took some time, but the now two year old finally learned to call Kara by her intended title, though he was a stubborn little one and held on to calling her Dada, though he reserved it for their more intimate moments, in the privacy of their own home, when he felt vulnerable.

She turns to her side, settling her son beside her though without separating them and tiredly mumbles something about Kara being in Timbuktu, knowing that that may very well be where her absent wife is when she hears it.

Heaving and retching and vomiting.

She lifts her head with a frown, easily spotting the light coming from the mostly closed bathroom door where she can hear Kara, most likely hunched over their toilet and apparently intent on puking out her lungs from the sound of it.

Ever so gently, with soothing words and whispered murmurs that she'll, "be right back, love, stay here please," Lena slowly makes her way out of the bed to head to the bathroom, pausing just long enough to kiss her son's forehead when he whines lightly for being denied his cuddles.

She leans against the doorframe with an exasperated look as she silently watches Kara moan miserably, holding on to her sides with one arm while the other lays on the side of the toilet bowl, her forehead resting on her forearm.

"I told you to take it easy on the potstickers, Kara. And the pizza. And the Chinese food. And the-"

Another miserable grunt interrupts Lena's reprimand, the CEO sighing when she notes the slight tremble in Kara's hand as the blonde looks up and lifts a hand to push her hair back from her eyes, bloodshot and straining against the light and a possible headache, Lena notes.

She shuffles in and settles slightly behind Kara, pulling her blonde curls into a loose ponytail with the hair tie she keeps around her wrist, softly and sympathetically rubbing the Kryptonian's back as whatever Kara had to say is cut off in another bout of heaving.

She can't help it though, she had warned Kara about this happening, "All the wine probably didn't help either; I keep telling you your body doesn't handle your regular calorie intake like it always does after a solar flare…"

Lena smiles as Kara's dry heaving stops and she shifts over sluggishly, her head dropping heavily into Lena's lap, the brunette's fingers instantly in blonde locks to scratch at Kara's scalp, knowing it helps leech the tension out of Kara's frame, Lena's smile simultaneously widening and softening around the edges as she achieves exactly that, regardless of the Super's petulant whine.

"Are you just here to say I told you so? Because you can just go 'way right now if you're here to gloat, Lena Luthor."

The CEO can't help her affectionate eye roll even as she bends down to drop a lingering kiss against Kara's forehead, letting a hand slide along the reporter's side where she notes Kara's hand rubbing her ribcage, her touch gentle as she applies soothing pressure, murmuring against Kara's forehead that, "it's Zor-El now."

Regardless of how crappy she feels, Kara can't help her smile at that, tiredly turning into Lena as she quietly apologizes for waking Lena.

"Actually, I was out cold until-"

Right on cue, though Lena isn't surprised because he was probably listening, albeit unintentionally, her son's soft concerned coo draws her – and Kara's – attention to the door where he stands, a tatty old teddy bear choked in the crook of his elbow.

The brunette's smile, impossibly, softens more as she watches Kara's exhausted features break out into a radiant smile that could easily take over charging a Kryptonian's cells instead of the radiation of their yellow sun, her voice spreading strength and comfort even when the blonde herself is feeling worse for wear.

"Hello, my sweet."

And it's enough, those three little words Lena's become so accustomed to hearing directed at her son, the words Kara only reserves for their son, for his shoulders to loosen and his worry to fall away, a small shy smile gracing his features, his feet shuffling him closer…

… only to freeze up in place when Kara's eyes widen and she's shooting up again to hunch over the toilet bowl again, grunting as she dry heaves, miserably whining that, "I'm empty, there's nothing left, so why won't it stop… my ribs hurt from the strain…"

Lena just rolls her eyes and bites back her reprimand because her son's standing not more than two feet away and looking scared as he whimpers, watching her rub the blonde's back before helping Kara lie back down in her lap, soothingly murmuring to their son, "Sawyer, why don't you go back to Mommy's bed? I'll be there to cuddle soon, okay?"

She can't say she's surprised when he just stands there and watches Kara with wide eyes, mumbling, "Dada okay?" as he shuffles closer, plopping down beside Kara and hesitantly laying his hand on her side where Kara's own hand rests.

She does want to smack her wife though when the blonde moans out a hopeless, "No, Dada definitely not okay," which just snaps Sawyer's head up towards Lena with wide blue eyes glistening as tears start to gather in them.

"Mama's just being silly, baby, she's going to be just fine. Just go back to bed, please."

Her son's response is to frantically get to his feet and try to get to the medicine cabinet, Lena watching with a combination of pride and mild panic as he manages to float less than a foot in the air before he's back on solid ground, much to Sawyer's frustration, pointing emphatically at it instead.

"No, Sawyer, nothing in there's gonna help Mama right now."

"Although a little cuddling might help, my sweet, what do you think?"

He's too stubborn, Lena thinks as she watches the gears turn in Sawyer's brain before he's exclaiming that they should, "Call Aunt Al!" and turning to go look for the phone in the dark house, Lena's calls for him to not wander in the dark falling on deaf ears.

Thankfully though, Kara's feeling better enough to call him back before he wanders away, much to Lena's chagrin that he listens to Kara better sometimes.

"Sawyer, my sweet, Aunt Al is sleeping right now, and she can't help anyway. But you can. Will you please come sit with me a little?"

Lena watches with amusement as he whines, mesmerizingly like Kara in his attitudes sometimes, but settles in against Kara's side, the two entwining their pinkies together, watches as the blonde's cheeks gain a little tint of rose in them like being close to Sawyer really does help. And maybe it does, who's Lena to say otherwise, watching her son shift to lie in Kara's arms.

She lets them have their moment, her fingers never relenting in Kara's hair as the Kryptonian whispers sweet nothings against Sawyer's dark head of hair until he's yawning and his eyes are drooping.

Then, in a practiced, synchronized motion, the two women move, Kara off Lena's lap and Lena shifting Sawyer into her arms to allow her wife to get to her feet once Kara says she feels good enough to go to bed, pausing to rinse out her mouth and brush her teeth.

Too bad it doesn't last very long, or even at all, because as soon as Kara's made it back to their bed she's rushing back into the bathroom.

Lena sighs, settling Sawyer back among the pillows as she goes back to check on Kara, the reporter tiredly waving her away and telling her to get some sleep and that she'll be there soon. The CEO's about to protest when she hears Sawyer shuffling again in their room, kissing Kara's head with a sigh as she heads back to the room to soothe her son back to sleep.

She wakes up in bed alone, no Sawyer in sight.

With growing panic, she throws the covers away to go look for him, stopping abruptly in the bathroom doorway.

She leans against the frame, much like she did the night before when she found Kara, this time observing her son curled into her wife, thumb in his mouth much to Lena's disapproval, the pair sharing the pillow and blanket one of them must have dragged into the bathroom, sound asleep.

She leaves them to sleep a little longer after snapping a picture for Alex and Eliza.

It's another few hours and Lena's worried because neither Sawyer, who tends to be up and about early, nor Kara, who usually has some Super crisis to avert by now, are awake.

Her steps are quiet but sure as she pads back into the bedroom, pausing – yet again – in the doorway because the sight that greets her is making her melt.

Kara's bundled up in bed, sheets all the way up to her chin, as she lies still – a Herculean effort considering how restless the Kryptonian can get, and how little she can actually hold still for extended periods of time.

A Herculean effort that she's taking on because Sawyer is sitting up beside her head, his back against the headboard, his favorite book of compiled classic fairytales in his lap. His brows are pinched together in a crinkle as he murmurs nonsense to Kara, and Lena realizes that he's "reading" to Kara, like the blonde has done for him whenever he wasn't feeling well.

The CEO's smile is watery as tears fill her eyes, watching with painful happiness as her son pauses every other page to check on Kara, even going as far as laying his hand on her forehead to check her temperature, even though the gesture means nothing to Sawyer.

She watches with a lump forming in her throat at the sheer happiness she feels when she see Kara shift even minimally so and her blanket slips, only for Sawyer to immediately abandon his book and fuss over her wife, pulling the blanket back into place, even crankily scolding Kara when the blonde finds the whole thing too adorable to keep her smile hidden.

It doesn't take long before Kara's pulled Sawyer, giggling and squealing madly, down onto the mattress and against her as she tickles his sides and kisses his head and face and anywhere else she can reach, and soon Sawyer's noticed her and he's calling out to her for help.

If Kara notices her wet eyes, she doesn't comment on it as Lena crawls in on the other side of Sawyer, making a split second decision to take her wife's side, even if for a few more moments, in her attack of their son's ticklish spots; his laughter is too sweet and she wants to wrap herself in it just a little bit longer.

Eventually, the three of them are breathless from their joy, and Lena watches Sawyer scramble to lie on Kara's chest at her prompting, the blonde pulling Lena into her side once he's settled in, the CEO on the receiving end of multiple chaste kisses against the crown of her head.

She can't keep the awe out of her voice when she murmurs, fingers idly trailing back and forth on Sawyer's arm that ends with his thumb in his mouth again.

"Thank you for loving me back, Kara."