Summary: “Is this… Is this a play date?” Lena asks. When Kara scrunches up her nose and tilts her head in confusion, Lena continues, cheeks turning the lightest pink. “I mean, like… Should I be getting a babysitter? For Lydia? Or were you just… getting to know me as the mother of one of your students and… Is Lydia coming to this or is it just you and… y’know, you and me?” Lena is rapidly losing confidence the longer she talks. She can feel her cheeks turning pinker. Kara blushes, smiles awkwardly.
“Oh, uh, well… What do you want it to be?” she says softly.
In which Lena doesn’t know if it’s actually a date, Kara is a nervous, bumbling mess, and Lydia is a beautiful, naive little munchkin.
Note: a continuation of my last fic “Little Luthor” but can be read as a stand alone
one day i’ll have coffee with Jesus ask Him all the questions swimming around in my head like “do you take cream and sugar too?” and “why did he hurt me?” and “are you proud of me?” and “do you see the good in everything or do you get sad sometimes too?” and “can i do both? because most days i do.”
i’ll hug Him and He’ll hug me the father the son the holy spirit all three
Maybe it killed you to see that I could smile without you, that I could laugh with someone who wasn’t you. Maybe you finally realized that I could breathe and live, and that I didn’t need you after all.
Because at some point I got tired of chasing, chasing someone who was never going to come around. I was a fool, going back and forth playing your stupid, little game. The difference between you and I though, I tried to get through to your heart - I cared, I loved, and you didn’t. You could’ve let me in, you should’ve let me in, you needed to let me in.
But you made a decision, and your decision wasn’t me.