Hi Kathryn!
December 22nd
Patience! Or you'll end up with a lump of kryptonite in your stocking.
Why Lex never learned patience!
Clark stirred as the alarm buzzed softly next to their bed.
/jolts upwards/ Hey! That’s the first time you sed the alarm on us, isn’t it?
“Come on, Perry won’t like it if we’re late again.”
Yes, but Lois is already a week late at least.
PERRY: /likes that/
Lois opened it to reveal a small globe, its surface etched with green and blue.
Hey, that’s not Krypton!
“Maybe,” she said, stepping closer. “What can I do without ruining dinner?”
/hands Lois a baguette and a knife/
He chuckled, reaching for a bowl of dried cranberries. “How about stirring these into the salad without burning anything down?”
Lois rolled her eyes but took the bowl with a smirk. “One time, Clark. One time.”
She did not! Did she?
LOIS: It is *not* my fault that there was a lit candle on the table next to where I was prepping the salad!
He smiled back, his heart full. “I thought we could have something to celebrate the longest night, the return of the light,” he said, his voice soft. “Something to remind us that no matter how dark it gets, the light always comes back.”
Clark sure got a one-track mind!
Clark reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “We’ve faced some dark times, but you’ve always been my light,” he said, his eyes warm and sincere. “And now, with the solstice, we can look ahead to brighter days. The return of the sun and all the hope that comes with it.”
It’s a very nice overlap between symbolism and Superman’s sun habit.
After dinner, Lois curled up on the couch, tucking a blanket over her legs as Clark joined her. He handed her a mug of steaming, spiced hot chocolate, its warm aroma wrapping around them like a comforting embrace.
[…]
As Lois took another sip of her drink, a faint wave of queasiness crept in - so slight she almost dismissed it. She set the mug down carefully, her brow furrowing. “I think I’ve had enough of this for now,” she said, glancing at Clark.
Okay, now *everyone* must have alarm bells going off.
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a teasing grin. “Lois Lane turning down chocolate? Stop the presses.”
Yes, she’s got a stomach issue.
Then, his expression softened with concern. “Are you feeling okay? You didn’t catch that cold Ralph’s been complaining about, did you?”
See? Also ‘Ralph’s cold’
The uneasy feeling faded, leaving her grounded again, but a quiet thought lingered. She wasn’t ready to share what she suspected. Not yet. She needed to be sure before she spoke the words aloud.
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Whatever the future brought, she knew one thing with certainty: they’d face it together.
And that was enough.
Awwww
Star predicted this edit would come now, Santa’s little elves told her.
Michael
