Hi Kathryn!
December 18th
Are you investigating the door early? Lois might approve, but Santa won’t.
I…think I’ll stick with Lois on this one. Much safer.
The wind howled, rattling the windows. Lois groaned, burrowing deeper under the covers. Blinking at the clock, she frowned - Clark was already gone. Typical.
Oooh, it’s been at least 18 days since we had grumpy Lois!
“It’s a fitinha do Bonfim,” Clark explained, his voice brightening. “from Brazil. You tie it on, make three wishes, and when it falls off, they’re supposed to come true.”
Oh, I suggest we don’t make them from Superman’s hair, then.
Lois arched a brow but couldn’t hide her curiosity. “Three wishes, huh? Does one include getting another hour of sleep?”
Err…
Clark’s smile gentled. “And yet, you keep me around.”
It’s for health reasons.
He chuckled, his smile sheepish. “You seemed like you needed a little light tonight.”
Awww…and nice blending of figurative and literal meaning!
“Dragging is a strong word,” she admitted, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Although if you don’t feed me soon, I’m reserving the right to change my mind.”
Clark glanced down, his voice gentle. “What did you wish for?”
Lois tilted her head, her eyes warm and unguarded. “I already have everything I need.”
/squints/ She already knows she’s preggers?
Lois’ inner Grinch is strong, let’s hope this edit helps letting her soft side peek through gradually.
Cute!
Time for one more!
Michael
