Hi Corrina!
The second was Claude, smooth talker, corrupt liar, criminal.
Criminal?
LOIS: Have you seen his writing? Also, he stole my virtue!
“How long until the baby is born? Will it be here by morning?”
He chuckled softly. “It should be here well inside an hour,” he said. “If not, we will have hit some problems.”
See? Being a cow isn’t all bad.
“I have never seen anything getting born,” Lois admitted. “I don’t know what to expect. Will there be a lot of blood?”
“Not too much.”
You’ve never seen a Xenomorph getting born, have you?
He swept his other hand over hers for a fraction of a second. His hand was warm. And soft. And made her skin tingle a little. Lois left her hand on his for another moment, then removed it as the tingles crept slowly up her arm. She stared at Bess, not wanting to meet Clark’s eyes.
Yes, they’re juuuust friends.
Clark’s attention switched from Bess to Lois, holding out his hand towards her. “Birth is a miracle,” he said. “You shouldn’t miss it.”
Lois is so gonna make Clark regret his words during their child’s birth.
“Clark!” Lois said, grabbing his hand. “Do something! That baby is not coming out. It’s too big.”
“Bess will stretch,” Clark said, giving Lois a calming smile. “Everything is fine.”
LOIS: /sees baby in stroller/ awwww /notices head and takes out measuring band/ huh /considers/ Everything is *not* going to be *fine*!
Clark looked up, smiling. “Yep, she’s OK.”
You’re evil!
“You did so well, Bess,” Lois whispered. “That is the most awesome thing I have ever seen.”
She *is* cute!
“No,” Clark said as he injected Bess with the cal-mag. “She will do that a few times before she gets the hang of standing.”
It’s like it was for Lois. She also got caught a couple of times when she was breaking and entering the offices of various corporate types and politicians before she learned to do it after midnight instead of at five in the afternoon.
Lois swiped at his chest. “You are not calling that beautiful baby ‘Snapdragon’.”
“I’ll stay here and get frustrated,” Lois said, laughing.
You’re doing such an adorable city girl Lois
Clark prepared some feed for Bess, just as he’d done many times before. He didn’t have to think about it, which was good because his mind was completely consumed with the feeling of Lois’s arms around his neck. He’d had no warning. Suddenly, she was right there.
And here you oh so skillfully stealthy slipped this in, surprising us like Lois did with Clark!
Her hair was a little mussed, her sweater was bulky from the pyjamas under it, and she wore no makeup.
She was utterly stunning.
Then, she turned to him, her face alight with excitement. “She did it!”
Awwww… and awwwwww…
“You have done so much to help,” she said. “You gave me somewhere to recover and find new perspective, you accepted me into your lives, you never demanded answers.” She drew away and looked at him. “No one could have done more to help.”
Awwwwwww
She slipped into her bedroom and closed the door, leaving Clark wondering how it would have felt if she dropped a goodnight kiss on his mouth.
Well… there’s a lot of treatises on the subject matter.
“Daisy,” Lois said. “I like that. It’s the perfect name for such a cute baby cow… ah, calf.”
/points at grown up cow/
He looked happy this morning. Happy. Relieved. Relaxed.
Maybe it was the calf’s safe arrival.
Maybe it was milking Bess.
Maybe it was Martha’s progress.
But whatever the cause, it meant he was smiling a lot.
Poor Lois. Totally off her game.
While watching Bess and her baby, it occurred to Lois that she had used the calf’s imminent arrival as an excuse to put off any decisions about her own life.
Kind of.
Clark had said she should call Perry.
If she did, how would he respond?
If he offered her job back, would she take it?
Awww… looks like it really was her career equivalent to the first date door slam.
One day… one day soon, she would go back to being a reporter. She would. That was what she did.
But for now, she wasn’t missing it one bit.
She could write a story about the new baby for the Smallville Press!
“I’m here,” Clark said from near the barn. He jogged over to the guests and high-fived the boy. “Hi, Buddy,” he said to the boy. “Hi, Lana.”
Lana? This was Lana?
You know, one might believe that this is Lana and *their* son.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Lois said, her curiosity bubbling close to boiling point. Who was this woman and what did she mean to Clark? She swept a quick glance to Lana’s left hand and noted the lack of a wedding ring.
Sounds like someone’s in reporting withdrawal. Also, points at unwed mother which probably made her the small town pariah.
He had kissed her on the cheek, which was more than he’d done to Lois.
What had made the locals think Clark and Lana were going to get married?
Lois’s imagination.
Was it simply because both were single? Was it because Clark was single, very easy on the eyes, and had a fantastic body, and the local gossip mill had been pairing him with a new female every couple of months for the past ten years?
And why is that wedding planner trying to get a sit-down with Lois?
Okay, 28. Clark’s probably 28 which means this is Season Two timeframe.
A/N – the timing for the birth and the calf standing and feeding has been sped up for the sake of the story. Usually, it would take about twice as long.
See you next part!
Michael
