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Lena will never forget how her life drastically and irrevocably changed the day she sent her precious four-year-old, Mira, off on her first field trip as a kindergartener.
After watching the Metropolis Extraterrestrial Academy bus come and go that crisp, clear fall morning, the CEO of LCorp and rising star in the more hidden witching world couldn’t get her mind off three important things. Specifically, her journey through conceiving and raising the adorkable daughter she’d sent off, what her tiny yet mighty blondie would say about the school trip during pickup hour, and whether her first round of artificial insemination in about five years would add a new baby to their also-tiny yet mighty family.
In every respect, Mira was – as one might suspect from her name – Lena’s miracle child. Not because the powerful brunette struggled to stay pregnant, but because she’d had the damndest time finding someone to get her pregnant. Dating to find the right person had been emotionally trying, hard to schedule, and often too risky to the reputation she was trying to build apart from her family of origin, so she decided to go with an anonymous donor. But, not just any donor: one who was virtually indestructible health-wise, committed to writing to her about any children they conceived using pen names, and committed to donating biological materials to their children in the event of an emergency.
Luckily, after trying a few donation clinics in a nearby city the media wouldn’t expect her to be most days and failing to find a human donor who met her criteria, Lena found the right place after a chance first meeting with Supergirl. Specifically, in a moment of frustration and sadness about her inability to find the right donor, the good witch broke down on a wooden bench in one of National City’s biggest parks during a break from a biomedical engineering convention, only for her family’s supposed enemy to come along, give her the hug she didn’t know she needed, silently listen when she sobbed out her problems, and offer her a card for a business she otherwise never would have set foot in: Berkens-Cosmos Babies.
Up to that point, Lena had never considered going to a clinic providing alien sperm. Mainly because the only family she had left – her often cold and cruel yet reliable adoptive mother and brother – had very real anti-alien sentiments which would block them from ever accepting a half-alien child of hers. However, when she learned the clinic had a donor in the system who matched her criteria and wrote a letter which sounded sincere, selfless, and even a little funny at times, she questioned whether she should put Lillian and Lex’s hold over her first anymore. Several days later, their arrests for atrocious crimes she didn’t know about helped her make up her mind: she was going to testify against them in any way she could, distance herself from both of them for good, go through with the insemination, and somehow build a chosen family for her and her children to call their own.
Three months later, and right after she submitted her damning testimony as well as a restraining order against Lillian and Lex, she was very pleasantly surprised to learn she wasn’t going to be alone anymore because her first try at getting pregnant apparently took. Then, while crying about the shocking yet happy news, she made three more important decisions. Specifically, to find a way to thank Supergirl for all her help, contact the donor about the pregnancy, and take all of their sperm off the market (even though none of the remainder had been taken, given the whole letter writing part apparently scared everyone else off).
However, right after she did the third thing on that list, and before she could reach out to either person she was grateful for, a most urgent letter came to her. Specifically, by way of the post office box she’d set aside to write just her sperm donor.
My dearest friend,
I respectfully and dorkily refuse to call you a donee or recipient because those things sound far too clinical to my liking. So, I hope you don’t mind if I call you my friend instead. I mean, unless you can come up with something better, that is. :)
Anyway, silliness aside, I wanted to let you know I nearly fell out of my chair today because the clinic called and said all my sperm have been bought up, but didn’t have any extra contact information for me to send letters to. I’d be willing to donate for you again, though, if you weren’t the person who bought the remainder. My job is . . . well . . . very dangerous and unpredictable, so please let me know at your earliest convenience if you’d like more . . . samples? Containers? Studly duty times? Future kiddos?
Again, apologies about my awkwardness with language. This is my first time donating, and, as much as I love science, it’s surprisingly hard for me to use clinical terms to describe something as intimate as what we’re doing. Or, I guess, not doing in many ways . . . because the doctors and you are really doing all the hard work, technically. And, I haven’t been there to help in any other way but the obvious. Yeah.
Please do write me back, though, and know all my best prayers are for you as you go on this journey,
Your (hopefully) dearest friend and adventure tag-along
P.S. If Supergirl tries to ever help you with anything, please let her. I know a lot of people in this world hate her and her image, but I hope you’ll come to see her caring touch as my caring touch. Her happiness and smiles for you as my own. No matter if you conceive by me or not, you just . . . I get the feeling you deserve all the goodness life has to offer. 🎔
Lena couldn’t tell if it was her new pregnancy hormones settling in or just raw emotion at hearing such unsolicited kindness aimed at her, but she broke down after reading that letter. Then, once the tears faded some, she became determined to form long-term friendships with Supergirl and the donor. So, from that day on, that’s exactly what she did.
Specifically, after the precious and unique CEO let both her heroes know she got pregnant on the first try and bought up all the donor’s remaining sperm to give her firstborn full siblings, she received nothing but enthusiastic support. Things like Supergirl coming into her home to just talk, help her through her initially terrible morning sickness, help her make a video diary of her journey, hold her during off-duty nights, do errands for her, feel her baby belly pop and move, and look at as well as hear the baby on the ultrasound machine she’d bought. And, things like the donor sending her all kinds of sweet and funny letters as well as gifts for her, the baby, and both of them to share with the cape-, pants-, and boots-wearing superhero.
In short, it felt like the Kryptonian and her mysterious ally were secretly conspiring to give Lena the healthy and loving family she’d always wanted, but never really had since her birth mother and father tragically died.
Upon thinking of what came next in that story and how she deeply desired to go through a specific part of it again, though, Lena couldn’t help but subconsciously cup her now-flat belly. Especially while she was on her way to work and anxiously waiting to leave the office to go to her scheduled insemination.
Three months before Mira was born, the kind and deserving CEO of LCorp had scheduled a C-section at a local hospital specializing in cross-species births because she didn’t want the baby or herself to go through the potential chaos of a randomly-timed, likely hours-long vaginal birth. But, the universe apparently had different plans for them. Plans which, in at least one way, were much better for Lena in the end.
To be exact, the witty yet down-to-earth bioengineer felt a cinematic-like gush of fluid suddenly come from her while she was doing some dishes one Saturday morning late in her final trimester, such that she initially wasn’t sure if she’d accidentally peed herself again or started going into labor. But, when she realized it was the latter because no amount of clenching or wiping herself with a cloth could stop the fluid from coming out, she panicked, tried to magic her phone from the nearby table into her hand to call Supergirl, and accidentally slipped on the puddle her body made while trying her best to mop it up with one incredibly swollen, achy foot.
The good witch would accidentally hit her head on her counter and knock herself out, then groggily wake up to a concussion and a panicked as well as crying Supergirl trying to rouse her hours later.
“Lena?! Lena?! Oh, Lena! Can you hear me?! I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to help you more . . . so, so sorry,” the super blubbered while crying as well as holding and rocking her back and forth in those powerful yet gentle arms of hers.
Thankfully, the situation wasn’t as dire as it seemed. Lena’s magic could heal her without her intervention, but putting both her hands on her head helped it heal her all the quicker. So much so that she felt well enough to remember some of what happened, then soothe her best friend by cupping a sunkissed cheek and affectionately whispering, “Shhh, shhh, shhh! There, there. It’s okay, Supergirl. I had an accident, yes, but everything will be okay. I promise.”
Her words didn’t really seem to help as much as she thought, though. Mainly because, though the super was smiling in relief at how her best friend was awake, that smile faded away and she worriedly replied, “But, what about this blood and the baby’s heartbeat? They sound like they’re stressed more than usual or something. Like something isn’t quite right.”
At that exact moment, the full force of Lena’s labor pains and the memory of why she’d fallen hit her like a freight train. Specifically, the good witch felt all the blood go to her head as she started to feel like her entire mound was on fire, her belly had been through a blender on high, and her mind was going to race into oblivion at how worried she was for her unborn child.
Then, feeling like she was going to throw up, the panic-stricken omega tried to find purchase on something, only to clumsily grasp the bunched up bottom of her pajamas and feel something rather unusual: a solid, round, and slightly squishy mass.
Panicking at how Lena was panicking, but trying to maintain composure for her sake, Supergirl followed the path her best friend’s hand had taken, then did something she promised not to do: use X-ray vision on those parts without asking.
The Kryptonian didn’t regret that decision, though, because it let her know two very important things. One, the baby hadn’t been injured during the fall. And two, their heart was beating so fast because they’d been stuck in the same incredibly low position for awhile, most likely because their mother hadn’t been awake and alert enough to start pushing them all the way out.
“Lena! Lena, hey! Can you look at me? I know you’re really scared and this isn’t how you planned for the birth to go, but we have to get you in position to push because the baby needs you and needs out. Hold on tight, and I’ll be right back with some supplies,” the dutiful and loyal superhero urged, trying her best to help her friend while checking off things to retrieve for her.
Not at all wanting her bestie to go anywhere, though, Lena desperately clung to her and cried out through her tears, “Please, friend! Please . . . please don’t leave me! Just . . . put your cape under me, and get me in position to push them out safely. I don’t want to be alone in this any more than I already have been.”
Feeling terrible for Lena, and praying to Rao they wouldn’t need any major medical supplies as this birth went on, the super did her best to reassure and prepare her friend by nodding, swiftly yet carefully moving her onto her knees into a partial squat, and getting behind her to hold her through everything.
Not to be dramatic or anything, but Lena felt like a fucking warrior goddess in that position. Partly because being on her knees like that told her it was time to get down to business, and partly because she could feel her baby start to drop even lower and split her impossibly more open without her even trying thanks to gravity. But, mainly because her best friend swiftly ripped off her pajama bottoms, started kneading into her strong and creamy thighs to try to take her pain away, and started to accidentally brush her throbbing, swollen, and wanting clit while trying to help her get the baby’s head out.
“C’mon, Lena! You can do this! Their head’s almost out, then it’s their shoulders, and then you’ll be all done with the hardest parts!”
Lena could hardly concentrate on the blonde’s words because her caresses felt so good – so primal – that she’d do anything for them to continue. Including put her sweaty hands over the alien’s warm and shaking ones, lean back, think about all the simulations of them having sex she’d secretly put herself through to make it through her pregnancy, and pant into a sunkissed yet secretly reddened ear, “Please . . . please, darling. Don’t stop touching me like this until . . . until it’s all over.”
Feeling this connection between them was dangerously good, too, the super quickly nodded in agreement. Then, she leaned forward so the bridge of her nose gently connected with the back of her best friend’s head, amped up the speed and strength of her touches, and let her mind wander into where her dreams had secretly been: getting Lena pregnant again after revealing she was the donor and she didn’t have to worry about her crimefighting life coming back onto either of the two innocents.
As their hands and other parts danced together that heady, forbidden-feeling way, both women were too lost in their respective physical pleasure to understand they were on the same emotional wavelength. But, they were completely attuned to how, glorious movement by glorious movement, their symphony of skin to skin was getting their baby out not just smoothly, but more peacefully and quickly than any other method would have. Partly because Lena was a lot more relaxed in her breathing and muscles than before, allowing the little one a less hindered passage. But, mainly because all the super’s ministrations were a welcomed distraction from the pain of their apparently very strong half-super’s shoulders coming out, then popping out onto the full Kryptonian’s cape along with the rest of her in a giant puddle of her dam’s essence.
It wasn’t until the baby started crying loudly for warmth, attention, and touch that the secretly in love women completely broke out of their trance. But, once Lena’s post-orgasmic haze let up and she realized the baby was fully out of her, she instinctively reached down to scoop the little one up in her arms, only to stop short because bending her everything hurt too much right then. So, she used her magic to lift the naked and flailing yet healthy baby onto her chest, only to make a very happy discovery as she did.
“A girl! We’ve added a healthy little alpha girl to our family, darling,” Lena confessed while crying, happy she’d opted for the baby’s class and sex to be surprises reserved for the birth because she now had the chance to be the one to tell her favorite chosen family member.
Partly because she was so happy about the news, and partly because she was sad that the amazing connection they’d shared during the birth was over, the kind Kryptonian sobbed. Then, she gathered herself for her beloveds’ sake, kissed her secret crush’s temple before she missed her chance forever, asked if it was okay for her to touch the baby, and got a classic raised eyebrow look from Lena which seemed to say, “Are you kidding me, you big Dorkasaurus rex?! Of course you can touch her!”
Supergirl would lovingly caress the baby’s fingers, toes, and cheeks before delivering the placenta, cleaning dam and baby up some more, and transferring them to the soft and strong brunette’s bed for some much-needed rest. Then, when the three of them were finally in bed together and relaxing, Lena encouraged the bigger blonde hold the tiny, curly-haired blonde for the first time, despite the super’s intense fear of dropping or crushing the baby.
“Wow! I’ve witnessed a lot of miracles in my time as a superhero, but this one . . . this one takes the cake. For sure,” the Kryptonian softly mused aloud while gently rocking the little girl with one hand, then wiping her again-teary eyes and moving to supportively hold Lena’s hand with the other.
The precious witch broke down at her secret love’s soft touch and affections for what really felt like their baby rather than just hers, leading her to say something without really thinking it through.
“I thought I had three to five more weeks to figure out a name for her, but I guess the universe had other plans. Does anything about her you know . . . stand out to you?”
Wanting to lift Lena’s spirits a little instead of making her bawl over her real guess at what the baby’s name should be, the hero moved the baby so she was lying back against the propped up uniform-clad thighs. Then, while still holding Lena’s hand, the Kryptonian put on a playful face, moved her fingers to gently touch the sleeping baby’s chin, and made the little one’s mouth move to the words she said in a high-pitched, Mickey Mouse-like voice.
“I yam my mama’s lil sweet potato!”
Lena had to work so hard to contain her laughter and not wake the baby that she ended up snorting and making not just herself laugh harder, but her secret crush as well. They ended up waking the baby by accident anyway, but the inconvenience gave Supergirl the chance to hand over the tiny girl for a bit and go fetch the push present she’d bought Lena that day. Specifically, an orange onesie which said the exact words the super said in swirly white ink and came with an equally orange hat which had a bunch of tiny white marshmallows woven into its top.
“You did not just buy an outfit which will make our child look like the sweet potato and marshmallow casserole I made for Friendsgiving,” Lena affectionately jabbed about the choice in first outfit while, at the same, handing over the little one so her best friend could put the tiny girl in it.
Freezing a little in delight over how Lena said “our child” so casually without realizing how those words were true in more ways than one, the secret donor blushed hard and awkwardly yet happily confessed, “Umm . . . yeah?!”
Taking pity on the person who’d literally taken the cape off her back to save them, Lena affectionately winked to signal she was done with the razzing, joyfully took her baby back, magicked her phone as well as some tiny sunglasses into her hand, and took a picture of the adorable little shades-donning spud sleeping on her propped up thighs. Then, the good witch showed Supergirl the caption she’d written below the hilarious picture and, after getting enthusiastic approval, sent both to her budding group of alien mom-to-be and mom friends.
Another reason to be grateful this Friendsgiving.🧡 #MiraLuthor #spudtastic #firstpicture
Four years’ worth of texts and letters about Mira later, though, Lena would get two of the worst messages in her life while on her way to being inseminated again. Specifically, an urgent text from someone who’d been her friend since their days in their mom-to-be support group and volunteered as a field trip chaperone, and an urgent voicemail from a stranger which had been delayed by several hours for some unknown reason.
Sam Arias: Lena, I can’t call you right now because the noise from the ambulance is drowning out everything. But, whatever you’re doing, please get to National City Children’s Hospital ASAP. Mira’s been in an accident, and the EMTs are saying she’s going to need a lot of blood transfusions if she’s gonna make it. Staying with her as long as needed, though, and so, so sorry this is happening. Will keep you posted.❤
Miss Luthor,
This is Detective Maggie Sawyer from the National City Police Department’s Science Division, calling at 10:16 AM. I’m so sorry to have to tell you and countless patients this, but you deserve to know that Berkens-Cosmos Babies has directed me to inform you that its downtown facility has been broken into and partially burned down. Unfortunately, that means any and all appointments from today and onward are on hiatus until our investigation into what happened is over.
Please call or drop by our station when you get the chance so we can understand what you might have lost in the burglary or the fire, though, and we’ll do everything we can to help you.