Kara hovered outside his window, cape trailing in the night air, her stomach twisting hard. She had fought gods, monsters, and machines that could crush cities, but nothing in her life had prepared her for this. Not the weight of a world on her shoulders, not her cousin’s constant example, not even the warmth she found in his arms. This secret inside her—fragile, impossible, real—made her feel small and human in a way she never had before.

She pressed her palm against the glass, staring at his apartment light glowing warmly within. For weeks now, she had been carrying this truth, running it over in her head again and again.

He wasn’t just anyone. He was the one she’d let herself fall for completely, the one who saw her not as a symbol or a savior but simply as Kara. She should be happy—part of her was. A deep, aching joy at the thought of building something more with him.

But fear crept in alongside it, whispering doubts she hated to admit. What if he didn’t want this? What if she was too much, or this child was too much? What if her world and his couldn’t fit together, no matter how badly she wanted them to?

Her hands shook as she lowered herself to the balcony, boots clicking softly against the stone. She inhaled, steadying her nerves. Tonight, she wasn’t Supergirl, not the cousin of Superman. Tonight, she was Kara Zor-El, a young woman in love, carrying news that would change both their lives forever. She smiled faintly despite the knot in her stomach, whispering to herself before knocking: Just breathe. He loves you. He deserves the truth.

When the door swung open and his eyes lit up at the sight of her, her rehearsed words scattered. All that remained was her heart pounding, her lips parting, and the knowledge that once she spoke, there was no turning back.