I love that fic with pippa x wife!pregnant!reader, could you do one about kara too pls? I cant stop thinking about how worried she would be because of her child powers (with r being a human and all...). Kara would be so overprotective 🙂↕️🤧
Summary: Kara Zor El, your wife of five years, notices your want of starting a family. She’s hesitant, terrified, but agrees before immediately putting you in a bubble. Kara Zor El does not play about her wife being pregnant. In fact, she’s really quite into it. Some would say…a bit too much
Notes: protective wife Kara Zor-el, “she asked for extra pickles” Kara Zor el, angst at the beginning because it’s Kara and I had too, uncle Clark and aunt Lois, the highs and lows of pregnancy, Kara being a hot wife who will go to the ends of the earth, punk rock mom Kara Zor el, MDI 18+ not graphic smut, but still smut. Just a mess of thoughts.
You’ve sat and watched Kara with kids. Little toddlers with legs too small and fat folds underneath their chin. You’ve seen Kara, with all her talk about not wanting “mini monsters” willingly roughhousing with two toddler little boys. Lois’s nephews, Mason and James. The two little boys had taken a while warming up to Kara. They’d eye her behind Lois’s skirt, like Kara was some sort of interesting specimen. Kara for her part didn’t try to make herself one. She just simply was herself. She let them play fetch with krypto, and the boys had practically had a blast.
Little toddler feet running after the slobbery ball, and what surprised you the most-was the fact that Krypto, who never listened, not once, not when it mattered, had listened to Kara while she bent and whispered into his ear, saying something in her mother tongue, the kryptonian words falling like rain, slipping like gumdrops. Be gentle. They are little ones. Krypto was gentle, no shenanigans and even grabbing Mason as he tripped, teeth pulling at his clothes as he tumbled on the grass. Like some sort of trained watchdog.
The sight alone of your wife’s dog, the dog who meant so much to her, her baby, her best friend, her family, willingly licking Mason’s baby face and protecting him made something swell in your heart. And suddenly the want-was alight.
You brought it up to Kara one night, while you cooked dinner in your apartment, krypto close at your heels, begging for one morsel of food from the searing pan. Kara had immediately snapped her fingers at him, “it’s a no man”. Krypto whined, his ears flopping down before sitting at your feet.
Kara moved to grab your waist, pushing you flush against her, fingers curious in the way they slipped past your shirt, her lips were another, coming to kiss along your jaw, “what’s for dinner?” She asked curiously, eyes a haze of blue, finger moving over your palm, and finally over the diamond ring on your finger. Proudly.
You gave a small laugh, “spaghetti. Nothing fancy I’m afraid”.
Kara’s lips upturned, “you spoil me woman” she growled, biting down playfully on your earlobe while simultaneously giving your ass a quick squeeze, because supergirl could never resist.
You squeaked, “Kara Zor El! You menace!”
It was during said dinner that you brought it up, and not well in fact. It was not clever, it was not well thought out nor logically executed. In fact you had rather blurted it out over a bite of garlic bread.
The utensil in Kara’s hand had slipped, the fork cascading down onto the floor, Kara’s eyes wide and afraid and perhaps a bit unsure. Cheeks a blaze, not even caring about krypto who was already licking at her spaghetti filled fork now on the floor.
Kara’s tongue peeked out through her lips, pink and red, a nervous tick, and then she swallowed, taking a big gulp of her water. Then with the grace only Kara could have, she spoke.
“You want a baby? A little breathing mini monster that whines and poops and screams and brings nasty germs to the house and will keep us up all hours of the night…that type of baby?” The words, if they were suppose to deter you, did the opposite. You imagined Kara, fresh from a trip to the yellow sun, strong agile arms, woven around a little tiny baby, and you-images of bath night, of doing tummy time on the floor across from the table, and suddenly you were nodding.
“Yes. Exactly that. I want a baby Kara. With you. I want your baby” your palm had moved to touch her own, finger gliding over her wrist, Kara’s eyes widening at the action, breath hitching, and then her lips did tremble. Her eyes which were strong and stormy and kind-glossed over. Like a sheen of rain. “You want my baby? My kryptonian baby?” She sniffed, “you do realize that if we do this-if-and that’s a hell of a if-a major one-because I’m not letting you-“ she scoffed, “I’m not letting you harm yourself. Because you’re human-your a human woman-and getting pregnant with my baby-even though it would be only half-half kryptonian-“ she was trembling now, and that made your heart race. Because you’d seen Kara angry, seen her livid, but this. This was pure terrified. “I lost my family a long time ago.”
Her voice was calm, yet somber, and her fingers as they cupped your cheek, Kara leaning over the table, breath hitching, fingers moving beneath your chin to lift your eyes up to hers, “I lost everything. My home, my people, the very sights and smells of my childhood. I will-and I repeat-I will not lose you. And bringing a half hybrid baby into this world, will surly hurt you. And I’m not doing it. The answer is no, it’s final. I’m sorry my love”. She said the words like they hurt, like the very word no, had broken her heart. And you had just sat there, numbly, head spinning. Kara could sense your shock, never, never, in the five years that you had been married, never in the three years of dating, had she ever said no.
It felt ugly, it felt wrong, and most of all, it felt cruel. You were up at out of your seat before Kara could even say a syllable. And Kara had let you go, had simply sat on the table seat, eyes hard, like her decision was final. You had cried, small tears, because motherhood had always been in the cards. But now, now it seemed like it would never be. You had called Lois between tears, and Lois had talked you down, and then Clark, good old Superman, the man who still made you smile after a rough day, the cousin of the love of your life, had simply said, “give it time. Kara is frightened. You got to remember you’re dealing with a girl who lost everything. I think she’s worried you’ll get hurt”.
Kara had given you space to feel your emotions. She had finished the dishes and cleaned the apartment, till finally she came to bed. Long black t-shirt, blonde messy hair in waves, and eyes the colour of sadness. She had tried to hold your hand, on the bed, fingers seeking yours, and when you pulled away, (to turn the page of the book) she had simply sighed, “I love you. I love you with my whole heart. And that’s why I said no. Why my vote is no.”
You didn’t meet her eyes, couldn’t, because a storm had begun brewing in your chest. Because Kara had never made decisions for you, ever. She was kind and generous. But this-
It went on for weeks. You eventually were back to normal, accepting your fate. You never logged your period anymore, nor ovulation. Why would you? You had no reason too. (Ok maybe you were dramatic) but life went back to normal
Until it didn’t. Until Kara would see your face when Lois would bring Mason and James, and you’d scoop them up and tickle their sides and kiss their cheeks. Then Kara would feel the pit in her stomach. The weight. Because watching you with them was magic. And she wanted that magic. But she was frightened. But then, her father’s words had come to her. As clear as the day he had said them, Kara standing next to him a girl scared and frightened. Begging him to let her stay, to let the radiation take her too.
“You are your mother’s life. My life.” Thrusting into the future. And suddenly, staring at you, playing with the little boys, one on your lap eagerly showing you picture books and the other grabbing your chin with baby hands to show you a stick, and your face, your face, looking so intently and lovingly, who was Kara to say no?
On the drive home, Kara had taken your hand, fingers holding tightly to your fingers, ghosting over the rim of your ring finger, her other hand on the wheel, eyes concentrated on the road, but also, in the form of the words she was about to say. Because they meant so much.
“I was selfish” the words kissed the air, and landed directly at you, whose head immediately flipped round to eye Kara, and she didn’t let you interrupt, nor did you want too.
“I was selfish by saying no. Completey and utterly selfish. And I know I’m not allowed to dictate your choices and I did. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry my love-“ Kara who was immune to emotions and had emotional repression, who kept them inside, was crying. Unabashedly. Recklessly. Full tears sliding down her cheek, hands tight on the wheel.
The words were calm and quiet and Kara’s eyebrows rose, alarm, because you had the penchant to get car sick, “baby do you need your smelling salts? I think I put them in the dashboard? Oh freakin crap I don’t remember-“
“I said stop the damn car!”
The reflexes were immediate. The car pulled off to the side of the road, the hazards on, blinking that atrocious noise. And then Kara was searching for the smelling salts, fingers opening the dashboard, but you caught her wrist halfway, forcing her to eye you, to watch your confused brows, your beautiful eyes, the apples of your cheeks.
You two stayed like that for a while. Just eying each other, breathes synced. And then Kara spoke, “let’s have a baby”.
And they were the most pure and beautiful thing you had ever heard. And then you were crying and flying over the seats and flinging yourself at her, Kara laughing and giggling as you kissed her senseless, undoing her button up and showing her gratitude.
The process was strenuous. Getting pregnant, and you would have much rather gotten pregnant the old fashion way, but this baby, was anything but normal. And so there you sat, getting the tests done and Kara holding your hand eagerly every time. Kissing your palm when you were uncomfortable, watching with watchful eyes as the insemination was done. Knee jerking wildly, because this was real.
The weeks that passed were normal. Kara went off to help Clark with missions, went off to yellow suns and left you with krypto, who as always was a big teddy bear and didn’t let you get work done. Clark and Lois were overjoyed that you two were trying. But be it as it may, everything was normal.
Kara was gentle with you, hands always caressing you like you were glass, eyes always seeming to cast over you, like she was aware of how precious you were.
One morning, you were busy making breakfast for yourself. Eggs, and toast. Nothing too crazy or mundane, you might have added cheese, just to bring out a bit of flavor. Krypto was busy at your feet, tongue out, whining, and you peered around, Kara was busy getting ready in the room, and so you gave him a piece of egg, which he devoured and then eyed you for more.
The giggle you let out was free and happy. And then you were buttering your toast, taking a bite, and as soon as you got your third chew in, your stomach flipped. A revolting sensation that triggered. And then you were flying to the bin, and spewing out everything.
Hands were already nestled on your waist, Kara holding your hair back, concern in her eyes, but also a giddy expression. And when you finished, wiped your mouth, you eyed her, “I think this is it”.
Kara’s grin was wide, and then she was lifting you up gently, spinning you softly, and bringing you back down for a kiss on your forehead.
The pregnancy test was the most jaw dropping, harrowing part. You sat, peed on the stick, which you thought Kara would tease you for, but she simply leaned against the wall, hand to her chin, eying you, blue eyes nervous, finger tapping, “how long does it take?”
You moved the test to sit on the counter, “ten minutes?”
Kara nodded, “ten minutes.”
And so, you sat and waited the ten minutes.
And when you both peered over the tiny stick, it had read postive.
You weren’t sure who made the first move, maybe Kara, maybe you, but Kara was kissing your forehead, your cheek, any place she could get her lips on, and for the first time since you met her, her eyes were light. “Looks like we’ve got a mini monster on our hands.” She spoke, lips wide, and then she was tilting your head back, eyeing you with eyes so full of love and adoration, pointy finger teasing across your neck, flirty, yet domestic, before pulling you in for a kiss. A soft one that left your insides weak. And then she whispers something in kryptonian, eyes beaming, and before you can ask what it means, she’s holding your hand and reaching for the phone, “I need to call Clark. This is going to blow his little dorky brain”.
From then on it’s a battle. Not against pregnancy, but against Kara. In a wonderful exhilarating way. If you thought Kara was protective of you before, you would have laughed. Kara is a sentient. She is never more than a few feet away from you. She wakes up with the sun for once, never grumbling, blonde hair wild, never holding onto you with grabby hands and asking for, “just a few minutes” like she use too. Instead you wake to a bed that’s cold on her side, the room soft and quiet, krypto on your side of the bed, eying you like he’s suppose too.
It takes you a few minutes to get up, but when you do, your stomach protests. Being 14 weeks pregnant is a new adjustment. You eat extra portions, Kara always serving you big amounts because you need the nutrients. Your bump is prominent now, which causes some eyebrow raises but it must be the kryptonian genes. Kara is busy at the stove, carefree, blonde strands messy, eyes sleepy, a t-shirt, shorts, and some rings on her fingers as she cooks the hash browns. One of the only foods you can tolerate at the moment, you think Kara’s got an ego, because you can only eat her hash browns. You don’t what she does to them, they stay light and airy and crispy, with just enough amount of salt to have the baby kicking. Lois had come over to help settle the apartment, clean out the empty room across from your and Kara’s room and had made you hashbrowns. Kara’s eyebrows has rose in amusement and irritation at the way you took one bite, turned green, excused yourself like the lady you were, only for Kara to race upstairs, finding you throwing up, face clammy.
“This part will be over soon. I promise”. She had stated, in that Kara Zor el, all is solid way.
When you were out and about, a grocery run, a simple walk, Kara’s hands were always on you, holding your hand, around your shoulder, her blue eyes always searching for danger. When you had gotten the wrong ice cream order, after talking and talking and talking about it till Kara’s head practice exploded-even going so far as to text her mid mission, when she was about to punch this guy’s face off, ‘do you think raspberry topping or caramel popcorn topping is good with vanilla?’ Kara had simply threw the phone down, punched the guy, lasered him for efficiency then grabbed the phone.
“You freakin insane hot wife” she had mumbled softly, so then of course Friday came along and you, kara, Clark, and Lois had all went out for ice cream. And not just simple fun of the mill ice cream, ice cream made from actual dairy. Real ice cream. Because apparently there was fake ice cream? Kara didn’t quite believe it at first but after showing her endless amounts of tik tok’s she had suddenly realized you spent your day looking at ice cream, and she had got a shit eating grin on her face.
“I think I should get my baby some ice cream now”.
Clark had found it quite hilarious. Seeing the dynamic. You, with your soft, shy, frame, a little bump that was expanding every month, Kara with her protective arm around your waist always, her little kisses she’d leave on your forehead while you were standing in line, keeping you in front of her chest, so you could lean on her.
And what made Clark laugh even more was when you had gotten said ice cream, two scoops, and had sat down to eat it, only to notice that it was wrong order. Your face had done this odd thing, like you were a little girl for just a second, sad, annoyed, and sorely dissatisfied. But then it vanished, “it’s still ice cream right?” You had concluded, but before you could taste the first bite, Kara was up, taking the ice cream cone from your hand, striding up to the ice cream counter, in that lazy, but confident stride, not giving a rats ass.
The two boys at the counter straightened, “w-what can we get for you Mrs Zor-el?” Yes you were a regular, yes Kara had scared the crap out of them, Kara straightened, giving them her best smile, “my wife asked for chocolate sprinkles, strawberry sauce, and peanuts, man. Not this-“
It was safe to say you sat on Kara’s lap the whole time eating your ice cream and Kara didn’t seem to mind, if her wandering hands said anything.
By six months, the baby was growing rapidly. The doctors were all amazed, a baby half human, half kryptonian, you were lucky if you left the doctors office without the physicians asking you a million questions. That was if you didn’t have your bodyguard, all it would take was Kara standing, and saying, “get outta here” in that low, way, and they’d part immediately.
The nursery had been done. Bright blue, because blue was a colour to be appreciated. Kara had picked out the plushies, the crib, practically everything. While you had watched, and blushed, at your wife playing with a plushie, “this thing is so freakin cool.”
But life did not come without challenges. The closer to the due date, the more your body was tired. You’d sleep in later, fall asleep at the most random times, only for your eyes to have bags underneath. Kara noticed in that quiet usual way she did, with one brow up, and then suddenly you had a bedtime. It didn’t matter who was over, Kara would get up, kiss your lips, and say, “ready for bed?”.
Your wife took care of you. She showered you with love, late night showers, one where Kara would wash your hair for you, hold you in the water, feel the baby kick with eyes that seemed astonished.
One night you woke up, with no air in your lungs. No matter how hard you tried to breathe. Kara had been up in a second, superhearing having its graces. She flew up from her passed out position on the bed, hands already lifting you up, “baby? What’s wrong?” She has cooed, when you spoke, hands flying out to grab her, terrified, scared, “I-can’t-breathe”.
Kara’s eyes had widened. But she stayed calm, “alright. Alright. Just stay calm sweets. Let me check”. Then her eyes were ghosting over with red, “you’re ok. I just checked your chest. Everything’s working. It’s probably the baby. Sit up for me”.
After a few minutes, your breathing evened out, and you practically crawled on Kara an stayed put like a koala.
Despite this, new developments had happened. Number one, your hormones had taken you for a wild, wild ride. One minute you were beyond happy, next, you were disgusted, displeased, and hated everyone. And of course, it also made life interesting.
Kara was careful win the way she would kiss you, nothing too hungry, or too much. Which you despised. But that quickly vanished. Kara had been terrified upon going down on you, but when you had practically ridden her face, hard enough for even her, and had squirted on her face, Kara had seemed into it.
You wore short dresses, making it easier for Kara to slip her fingers into your panties and make you come effortlessly. You’d come on her fingers, her face, against her thigh, with a strap, her on top, on the counter, on the wall, in the shower-practically everywhere.
It was a lesson in patience. Because Kara could be doing anything, drinking milk, with that head tilted back, and suddenly you’d fling yourself at her.
Kara would nuzzle into you, even as her fingers were inside you, pumping at insane speeds, her eyes dark and sweet, “I can’t wait for more babies with you” she’d say, kissing your nose, your jaw, flicking your nipple, “because you look so beautiful. So beautiful. God you’re really spinning my head, shit”.
But as quickly as the hormones came, so did the last months of pregnancy. Everything was ready, the nursery, the bottle warmer, practically everything.
Krypto and Kara seemed to watch you like a human time bomb. Kara especially. You knew her trauma around her mother. Watching her die, and so you’d literally watch her watching you, when she thought you weren’t paying attention. The way she couldn’t seem to let go of you. Falling asleep on Kara, sitting on her lap while watching tv, any form of physical contact she’s make it happen.
Finally one night, you went into labor.
Kara was simply divine. Like she was waiting for this. She simply grabbed your go-bag, picked you up in her hands, and made for the car. The pain was bearable. Breathes in and out.
It was the pushing part that made it unbearable, you had gotten everything the hospital had given you, drugs to numb the pain, but still felt like you were split into two.
Kara held your hand the whole time, hard and strong, “good job…good babygirl. Doing such a good job bringing our baby into the world”. It was odd hearing her say such things, but it also was a blessing.
When you had pushed, one final time, screaming, the hospital lights had flickered, and then a babies cry. Wild and fast, and a little girl was placed on your chest.
Kara had stayed still, watching you, cry, and hold the little pink bundle in your arms. She was small, weighed only 6 ounces, but was strong.
Kara had held her so tightly, whispering in kryptonian, dancing from feet to feet. And when Lena had gotten home, a huge party had been conducted by Superman. Lois had cooed over Lena, holding her tiny form, to which Kara stood, “Lois, easy up on Lena. She’s a little one-“
Krypto meeting Lena had been the icing on the cake. Kara had simply put the car seat down, and Lena had opened her eyes, wide and little, hospital cap on, eying krypto like ‘what the heck is that thing?’ Only for krypto ti sniff her head, eye Kara, tail wagging, and begin to softly lick Lena’s face. Much to Kara’s dismay, “alright! Alright krypto! You’re going to give her pink eye man! Just calm down-she’s here to stay-you can play fetch with her in a couple of years”.
You’d find kara in the nursery, holding Lena, just eying her, loving her tiny fingers and tiny toes. “Thank you. For pushing me. Because I never thought I’d feel this way”.
And then she had kissed your palm, “my girls.”
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