Kara's pov

In my experience change has almost always been hard. The idea of change alone would terrify me...but I'm tired of being scared. Not so long ago I was at crossroads, choosing between love and duty.I didn't think I could have a stable relationship with someone, as a hero, and not have to worry about them getting hurt, or—or worse. that time in my life falling in love with someone didn't even feel like an option...well that was until Mon-El literally crashed landed into my life.

Loving him wasn't even a choice because he made it so easy...and yeah there we're some times where I wanted to squeeze his former infuriating ego out of him, but now I'd rather settle for squeezing the palm of his hand...and just yesterday the thought of touching–let alone being near his was nerve racking, because I wasn't willing to admit to myself that him not having his all of memories was the new normal...and I surely wasn't willing to admit that, deep down I was already falling for this new and shall I say improved version of him, and that alone was petrifying. I didn't want new Mon-El, I wanted the old one...I wanted the one the actually knew me––the one that actually remember me, I wanted my Mon-El...and know that there's a chance that I can get him back—hence I finally accepted my feelings for him—I was tired of worrying—I-I was tired of overthinking, because at the end of the day I knew that I'd still be left feeling miserable, and empty. Out of all those nights that I've spent locked inside the whirlpool of overwhelming thoughts in my mind, one thought remand constant, and that was, I needed Mon-el in my life, even if that meant I was only getting half of him—because Rao knows half of him is more than capable of making fall in love with him all over again—, but Mon-Els words from yesterday made me realize, that even if this particular solution doesn't work out, there's still hope––there's still a chance, a chance that we're gonna take, to get the rest of his memories back.

I guess that just how life goes, there's chances, there's hope, and there's change. And although change can be terrifying, it can also be rewarding. Like last night pre se. I wasn't expecting to change to current status of Mon-El and I's relationship––but I guess that all changed, when I lunged myself at him, even surprising myself––, but an reward in doing so, is finally feeling the weight of confusion and guilt lift off my shoulders, an reward in doing so, is because my able to feel the familiar warmth of his lips when we kiss once more, an reward in doing so, is getting to wake up up next to him...just as I did this morning.

I was too preoccupied letting the tips of my fingers run across Mon-Els chest to even notice that he's been staring at me ––for who knows how long––, until he finally grabs my attention by planting a soft kiss on my temple, causing me to turn my gaze from my fingers running across his shirt and up to him.
"Hi" Mon-El greets me, with a soft smile stretched across his face. His scruffy dark brown hair is being reflected by the yellow suns rays currently shining through my window making him impossibly adorable.

"Hi" I reply, not even trying to hide the vibrant smile growing on my face. I missed this.

"How'd you sleep?" Mon-el asked his voice slightly crisp, and groggy.

"Mm, great with you here" I reply honestly as I tuck my head into his neck. It's funny how you can get so used to sleeping with someone, to the point where if they're gone...your sleep simultaneously goes with them. "You?" I ask him, letting my eyes slip close, allowing myself listen to the familiar steady beat of his heart.

"I also slept great" Mon-El says softly, as he moves his hand down to the ends of my hair, and begins to twist the strands in his fingers gently, "sleeping here with you is much better, than sleeping in those uncomfortable DEO cots" Mon-El adds chuckling lightly, sending soft vibrations into my ear.

"Than stay here" I whisper lightheartedly, moving my gaze back up to Mon-El, who was looking back at me questionably.

"What?" Mon-El ask gingerly.

"Stay here" I declare a little more clearly causing Mon-El's lips to lift up slightly.

"Only If that's what you want" Mon-El says, moving the hand that was formally caressing my hair, onto my waist.

"That's what I want" I remark, before gradually propping myself up, and moving my lips down towards his, causing Mon-El to now move his hand on the side of my face.

I missed this.

*****

"Thanks for breakfast" I say directing my gaze towards Mon-El, who is currently placing the dishes in the sink.

"Well I did promise you breakfast everyday for the next month, and this is honestly the least I could do...despite not wanting to, you opened your heart to the possibility being in a relationship with me again, and-and I'm forever grateful for that" Mon-El remarks, smiling shyly, as he turns from the sink and towards the kitchen island which I'm currently seated at.

"...I will admit that I was not planning on this" I say, as I slowly move my index finger between the two of us, before making my way towards him. "but I'm really glad I took the risk, because at the end of the day there's no place I'd rather be" I state gingerly as I gradually wrap my arms around his neck.

"I thought I was the cheesy one" Mon-El remarks wrapping his hands around my waist.

"I have my moments" I remark chuckling softly, along with Mon-El.

A few seconds later our laughter has died down, but our dopey grins haven't. 'If I knew letting him back in my life romantically would've made me so happy, than I surely wouldn't have let myself wallow in pity, and discomfort for over a month' I think to myself.

"What's on your mind?" Mon-El ask, as he begins to sway us side to side, in a delicate manner. Obviously noticing my current state of thought.

"You" I state, repeating his words from over a month ago, "us" I add, causing Mon-Els smile to light up more—if that even possible—.

"So there's an us?" Mon-El ask teasingly, grinning for ear to ear.

I respond chuckling softly, before saying "you asked that same question over a year ago" I say reminiscing on the day after we ended all the Mxy drama. 'Everything was just easier back than wasn't it?'

Mon-El sighs softly causing me to fall out from my thoughts, and back to him. He was still sporting a soft smile but his eyes were filled with discontent and unsettlement.

"What's wrong?" I ask concerned with his sudden change of emotion.

"...what if I stay like this?" Mon-El says looking directly into my eyes with a sorrowful look.

I'm a bit confused as to why he's asking me this because I already told him we'd figure something out. "Mon-El—"

"—I don't--I don't feel like myself anymore Kara, and that's bold considering that I don't even really know who I am....well not anymore anyways. It's-it's like I'm a stranger to myself" Mon-El says, letting his smile turn itself into an emotionless

I can't say I'm surprised by what he's saying because I expected this. I expected him to feel like apart of himself was missing, because it was. Mon-El only knows himself as the former prince of daxam, and a legionare from the future. He doesn't remember the person he was in between those different points of his life, and thats definitely something that he's struggling to grasp with. You can't just go from being an obnoxious prince from a cruel planet, and than this selfless hero from the 31st century, just like that. That takes, modification and reforming. And Mon-El remembers none of that!

"Hey" I say as I gently rest my fingers under his chin, to grasp his attention, "I told you that if this doesn't work that we'd find something else" I state hoping that he actually believes that we'll figure something out, because we will and I'll make sure of that.

"Mmm" Mon-El hums, unable to contain a small smirk.

"What?" I ask chuckling, despite being a bit confused.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the one that told you that we'd figure something out" Mon-El says, flashing a toothy grin.

"Well what can I say, when good advice is given it should be shared"

"To the person the advice originated from?" Mon-El ask mockingly.

"Exactly" I confirm playfully.

"Well if that's what Miss Kara Zor-El thinks than I guess it makes sense" Mon-El states, enlightening a laugh from me.

"I guess so" I murmur playfully before leaning in to kiss him, which is kind of a hard task, when we're both grinning from ear to ear.

I really missed this.

I really missed us.