660. Chapter 660

They wake up nervous.

Nervous, because Eliza is big into holidays, into birthdays, and what if she wishes a happy birthday to her “beautiful girl” or her “brilliant daughter” or…

“Good morning, Mom,” they answer Eliza’s annual early-morning birthday call groggily, heart hammering wildly, hearing Maggie pattering around in the kitchen but not able to see her, to hold her hand for comfort just in case… just in case.

“Happy birthday, my wonderful child,” Eliza greets, and Alex’s eyes flood with tears immediately.

“I love you,” they choke out, because nothing else matters in that moment.

“You know, sweetie, I got a text from Maggie first thing this morning. She wished me a happy birthday too, and thanked me for bringing the best thing that ever happened to her into the world. I thought you should know that.”

They hear Eliza’s smile through her words, and they fight not to sob then and there.

A few more minutes of groggily, tearily discussing birthday plans and gratitude and embarrassing stories of Eliza being in labor with them later, Alex tugs on a pair of Maggie’s basketball shorts – still strewn on the floor from last night’s… activities – and a sports bra, wishing their mother love as they hang up and pad into the kitchen.

“Good morning, birthday love,” Maggie greets with a warm smile that makes Alex’s entire body melt.

They let themself sink into her arms, Maggie holding the spatula she’s using to make Alex’s pancakes out to the side as they hug, as they kiss.

Alex is the first to deepen the kiss, and Maggie moans before giggling and pulling back.

“Babe, don’t make me burn your birthday breakfast! There’s birthday sex on the agenda, I promise! Just not yet!”

“Oh, so there’s an agenda?” Alex grins, swiping their finger through the pancake batter and licking it off with eyes locked into Maggie’s.

Maggie bites her lip and her eyes flash with want. Alex preens slightly and then remembers what Eliza said, shifting to stand behind Maggie, wrapping their arms around her waist as she goes back to flipping pancakes with a soft smile.

Alex nuzzles their nose against the back of Maggie’s neck so she can kiss the skin at her nape, and Maggie melts back into their touch.

“Everything smells amazing, babe,” they whisper, and Maggie turns to kiss their cheek.

“That’s the idea, sweetie.”

Alex sighs as they stare at her, at this woman who loves them this much, this workaholic who took an entire day off just because she said Alex’s birthday should be an intergalactic holiday and therefore celebrated as such.

“Mags, my mom told me you texted her this morning,” Alex kisses a path from Maggie’s temple to her chin.

“Did she?” Maggie shifts to spoon more batter into the sizzling pan.

“She said you wished her happy birthday, too,” Alex furrows their brow questioningly, and Maggie chuckles.

“Well to be fair, Danvers, she did a little more work than you did for your whole birth thing.”

Alex chuckles and kisses her cheek again. “What did I do to deserve you?” they ask, and Maggie shakes her head.

“I ask myself that question about you every day, Danvers.”

“Awwww, my favorite couple being all coupley and sickeningly adorable!”

Winn’s voice makes them both jump slightly, until they look up and notice that while they were lost in each other’s eyes, Kara had flown their family in through the window, all bearing presents of different sizes and shapes and – by the looks of it – levels of lethal-ness.

“Happy birthday, Alex!” they all chorus, and Kara speeds forward to scoop her sibling up and spin them around.

“Go get dressed! Did Maggie tell you the plan? I’m going to take you flying if you want and then by the time we get back Maggie will be done with your birthday brunch – “

“I brought the best homemade donut recipe ever to donut!” Winn chimes.

“And I brought storeboughts for when Winn’s inevitably explode!” James offers with a grin.

“And if all of this is too overwhelming, we can all go away and wait until you’re ready and wanting birthday company!” Kara supplies eagerly as she takes a few pancakes directly off the grill and pops them into her mouth.

Alex tilts their head and squints at J’onn.

“And how did you get all of National City to not have any attacks today?”

J’onn smiles as he pulls his eldest child into his arms. “Called in some favors,” he chuckles as he kisses their forehead.

“Happy birthday, Alex,” he tells them as they lean into his arms and sigh happily, watching their brothers, their sister, their sister’s girlfriend, and their soon-to-be wife; all happy, all safe, all celebrating, all together.

The most perfect birthday gift they could ever have.