Hi 90stvfangirl!
FoLC, I wrote this on steroids and antibiotics and no sleep so sorry if it’s a bit silly.
/Buckles in/
Clark, dressed as Superman, stood in front of Dr. Klein, watching as the scientist paced around his small laboratory. He wished the good doctor would just hurry up and spit out whatever he had to say.
Didn’t we have a fertility clinic discussion recently?
“I was kind of hoping you might be my best man!” Klein blurted out.
shooting for the stars? Also, he does realize how cursed weddings with Superman in attendance are, doesn’t he?
Klein waved off his concern. “Oh, it’s fine. I was going to ask Clark Kent as a backup.”
Yes, but Clark never knows when Lois is getting kidnapped and he has to run off and return the video about said kidnapping.
“Well, we’re not buddies like you and I are. I’ve never tested his semen, for example—that’s a thing I only do for best friends.” Dr. Klein raised his mug and took a swig.
“Oh, and one more thing. Carolyn has a favor to ask Lois Lane.”
She needs someone to find out if there’s dirt on the good doctor?
Basement, huh? I guess the wedding is a casual affair, then?”
Nope, it’s dressing to the nines –hazmat suits and all.
Relax. I’ll do it. Forget the new dress, though—you can find another way to pay me back.”
Paying Lois back when she’s not wearing a dress?
Lois shifted beside Clark. “Maybe you should have bought me a new dress…” she whispered in his ear as they walked hand in hand. “This one’s a little tight.” She gestured to her chest, the burgundy fabric of her dress looking a little stretched over that region.
Dressing adventurous or pregnant? I’ll go for number two.
“Smells like monkey in here.” She said, “I wonder if STAR Labs tests on animals. There could be a story here…”
“I don’t smell anything.”
Pregnant.
“There’s definitely been some sort of animal down here!”
They had Ralph over for a visit.
“You have a superior sense of smell now?” Clark teased.
Ah, that’s where you used the phrase.
She didn’t care what Clark said. There was no way she was referring to herself as a matron.
she *did consider ‘old maid’ during their stay in the honeymoon suite.
“Oh, yes, I’m fine. I’m just having a little…problem. I thought it was just wedding jitters! I have been throwing up all week and…well, now I actually think I may be… *pregnant*.” She whispered the last word.
Oops?
Lois gasped. Well, this was getting interesting, at least. “Oh. Well… um, does Dr. Klein know?”
Let’s hope so. He was there after all when they mixed the batch.
“He knows nothing.” The bride turned away and reached for her purse. “I bought some tests, but I’m too nervous to take one.” She held the box out for Lois to take.
I remember this from Coupling. Is Lois going to take a control test?
“Don’t I know it…” Lois caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the basin, then looked down at the box in her hand. There was one more test stick inside. “Huh…”
When in Rome…
Aside from their own multiple wedding attempts, that was. This was far more relaxing, she decided.
“I’m not pregnant!” Carolyn announced to the room.
Um guys? TMI?
“Oh, hey, guess what? Dr. Klein wants to talk to Superman again. About, you know, us… having babies?”
Recent studies showed Dr. Klein that Superman might have been going it in an incompatible way.
“No, Clark, really, it’s a waste of time.”
What a fun way to put it. Now he’s not concerned at all.
She came back to bed, something small in her hand. “Look.” She handed him the object. “You don’t need to see Dr. Klein. Looks like we figured it out for ourselves.”
Lois doesn’t like it when someone tells her she can’t do something. She always has to prove them wrong.
He sat them both up after a moment. “But, how?”
Lois gave him a look.
He laughed. “I mean, I know how… I just don’t know… *how?*”
Clark winked at her. “Come on, Lois… he is my best friend.”
Another funny one!
Michael
