42. Chapter 42

Winn pretends to vomit and James shoves him in the shoulder and Kara just laughs, because Alex won’t stop kissing Maggie’s temple, her nose. Jumping up whenever Maggie even looks like she might possibly want more pizza, more water, more pillows, more anything.

“God, Danvers, Sawyer made you into such a softie – this mean you’re gonna finally let me win something?”

Maggie looks proud of herself and Alex looks horrified. “Let you win something? Yeah, okay, Schott. You couldn’t win even if I tried letting you.”

“Oooooooooh.”

“No, but for real, Maggie,” James says as he deals out the next round of cards, “You didn’t know Alex before… well, before you knew her.”

“Great logic there Olsen.”

“Let the man speak!”

“I’ve certainly never seen her like this. Kara, have you?”

“Nope. And I have to say, it’s nice to see my sister not constantly wavering between homicidal and mass murder…cidal. Ow!”

Kara laughs as a pillow flies in her face, and Alex doesn’t see Maggie grab the bottle of beer on the table to prevent it from getting knocked over. She only sees Maggie. With a bottle of beer in her hands.

“Babe,” she snatches it from her with an affectionately chiding kiss, “you can’t drink that, not with the baby.”

Kara shrieks and Winn launches at Alex to pull her into an enormous bear hug and Maggie covers her smiling face with her hands and James pulls out his phone to take photos and god, he’s never seen Alex smile quite like this.