341. Chapter 341
It’s Sunday.
It’s Sunday, and – miraculously – they both have off.
It’s Sunday and they both have off and there’s not a Cadmus invasion in sight.
It’s Sunday, and it’s noon, and they’ve refused to get out of bed – a combination of naked Sunday morning cuddles and lazy Sunday morning sex, and Maggie tracing, kissing, caressing the scars painted on Alex’s torso, and Alex whispering how much they love her in as many languages as they can speak, traipsing their gentle fingers, their tongue, down Maggie’s throat, her collarbone, her breasts.
It’s Sunday and Kara and Adrian don’t bother knocking, but they probably should have.
“Whoa, guys, seriously? It’s noon! Did you forget about us?” Adrian squeals and turns around, covering his eyes even though his back is now to his queer moms.
Kara does the same, groaning and furiously adjusting her glasses.
“Maggie, can you please get some clothes on my sibling?”
“And yourself, Mags, I mean let’s be real: both of your bodies are bangin, but I’m your kid and Kara’s your sister and we’re not trying to think about you like that.”
“Wait, Ade, does that make me your aunt? Oh Rao, that is just – ”
“Nope, nah, I take it back. Brother. I’m their little brother. We’re all siblings here. Except those two. Are you dressed yet?”
They both have to fight their instincts not to turn around when they hear a small crash, a string of curses from Alex’s lips, and giggles and dirty talk from Maggie’s, which Adrian might not be able to hear, but Kara sure can.
She hums loudly and sticks her fingers in her ears and turns to whisper-shout to Adrian.
“They still need a few minutes.”
“No we don’t you nerds, you can turn around now.”
They do, and Maggie’s in boxers and Alex’s flannel and Alex in flannel pajama pants and an oversized NCPD shirt.
“Well if that’s not the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Adrian dodges the pillows Alex and Maggie both launch at him, and Alex turns away, chuckling.
“I’m gonna shower. Babe, coffee please? Do you mind?”
“You got it, handsome,” Maggie kisses them softly, and Kara sighs happily.
“Awww, Maggie, they make you so happy. And, you know, more than a little bit whipped.”
He squeals as Maggie lunges to wrap her arms around his waist and tickle him senseless.
“He’s not wrong,” Kara chimes as she takes down four mugs.
“Sure, but he’s still fun to tickle. Lucky your binder gives you some shielding, kid.”
Adrian grins and preens. “You notice my arms are getting bigger?”
Maggie puts her hand on his bicep and kisses his cheek. “Oooh, look at you! Oh, I got that, Kid Danvers. You wanna go set chill on the couch? You had a long night last night, you don’t have to make the coffee.”
“Seems like you had a long night too,” Kara teases, her eyes on the complete disarray that is Alex’s bed.
“I swear you two are a bad influence on each other.”
Kara and Adrian beam and put their heads together like they’re posing for a picture.
Maggie chuckles and wonders when this family started happening. If – across the world and across the universe – it was always destined to happen.
It certainly feels that way.
By the time Alex comes out of the shower, their pajamas replaced by their glasses and the Star City University hoodie and sweats Adrian bought them during his first term, Maggie and Adrian have pancakes cooking and coffee brewing, and Kara – despite Maggie telling her to rest on the couch – is padding around the kitchen with them, sticking her fingers in the pancake batter and licking them clean at every opportunity.
“Hey pretty lady,” Alex kisses the back of Maggie’s neck, and Maggie melts into their arms.
“Mmm, you smell good.”
“I should hope so, they just showered!”
“You’re such a menace, Ade.”
“My straight mama raised me better than that, but queer mama raised me right.”
Alex fives him around Maggie’s body and Maggie heaves a mock groan.
“Maggie, can I flip the pancakes?” Kara wants to know, and Maggie normally doesn’t let anyone other than Adrian cook in her kitchen – and she does, now, consider Alex’s kitchen hers – but Kara’s eyes are wide and eager, and Alex’s arms are strong and warm, so she leans her head back into Alex’s shoulder and hums.
“Flip your heart out, Little Danvers.”
Kara and Adrian high five eagerly and giggle as they each grab a spatula and do battle over the pancakes.
Alex grabs two mugs of coffee and they pad over to the couch with Maggie, giving her the mug with no cream or sugar – gross – and giving her a space to sit, to snuggle, between their legs.
“I make you happy?” they ask after a few minutes of watching Kara and Adrian’s pancake wars.
Maggie turns to look up into Alex’s eyes, a grave expression on her face.
“Of course you do, Danvers. And I make you happy?”
Alex kisses her soft, smooth, permanent, in response, and when they pull back, Maggie’s eyes are shining and her dimples are on full display.
“I like when you answer things nonverbally.”
“Mmm, I bet you do.”
“Not to interrupt the continuance of Sunday morning sexy times, but breakfast is ready!”
“Breakfasssttttt,” Kara moans, reaching across Adrian to grab a pancake with her bare hands.
By the time the coffee is nothing but dregs and the pancakes are nothing but syrupy crumbs, Alex and Maggie are sprawled on the floor, intertwined in each other’s arms, and Kara and Adrian have claimed either side of the couch, his Supergirl socks occasionally doing battle with her fuzzy slipper socks.
They don’t say much as they nap and giggle their way through food coma, through the musical Kara’s put on in ths background, but they’re all thinking, feeling, the same thing:
Chosen family feels so, so, so good.