Supercat 16 sleeping together on the couch
This is the conclusion(?) to two other ficlets of the same prompt. So, you can maybe all stop being mad at me now? Best to read the others first probably:
“To Carter.” Kara raised her glass of sparkling apple cider and the rest of the room followed suit. Carter rolled his eyes and blushed, but lifted his own glass at his mother’s quiet glare. “For a clean bill of health and a full head of hair.” James ruffled Carter’s floppy curls at the mention of his newly grown hair and he giggled and ducked away.
“Here Here!” The room called in unison and everyone took a sip. Kara’s eyes met Cat’s and her skin erupted in goosebumps where cool hazel eyes swept over her and sparkled with mirth. Cat was happy. She looked relieved and free and full of the life she’s had to fight so hard for over the last few months. The urge to cross the room and sweep Cat into a hug nearly overwhelmed her, but instead she drained her glass and began gathering frosting-coated paper plates, crumpled napkins and empty punch cups in an attempt to get a head start on cleanup and avoid the pang in her chest at Cat’s easy smile.
She tossed an armful of plates and cups into the trash compactor and turned to gather more but found her arms full of gangly teenager. Kara rubbed his back and pulled him away so she could see his face. He was beaming. The shine in his eyes matched his mother’s. Happy, unburdened, free.
“Awesome party, Kara. Thank you so much.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. He was still the shy boy he’d been before all of this. Before surgeries and doctors and physical therapy. Kara was so happy to see him back, she thought she might burst.
“You’re so welcome, buddy. How are you feeling?” She knew he was sick of them asking, but she couldn’t help it. It was almost reflex by now.
Carter rolled his eyes but gave her a half smile. “I’m fine, Kara.”
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Kara reached for her bag on the counter. “Supergirl is really sorry she can’t be here today. She’s, um, she’s really proud of you. She said you’re the bravest kid in National City.”
Carter’s smile could have powered the city for a year.
Kara cleared her throat in an attempt not to cry. She dug around in her bag for a moment and pulled out a small wrapped gift. “She wanted me to give this to you.”