Hi Kathryn!
And now for the grand finale!
I decided against it to give this version of Lois and Clark a bit privacy at the end – unless I discover miraculously the courage to write something for the darker side of the boards.
Oooh! LnC are going dark for the new year?
a well-practiced dance of slicing, stirring, and seasoning.
Clark sure enjoys living in an alliterate household.
Clark: I married Lois Lane, didn’t I?
“Good catch. We can’t risk anyone asking questions.”
It’s a Kryptonian Christmas ornament. Superman gifts it to everyone who retained his services at least 100 times during the year.
“Put it in our bedroom, it should be safe there.”
Because nothing untoward ever happens to Kryptonian-made objects in Lois’s bedroom.
LOIS:
CLARK: I’m not an object!
LOIS:
He had all his friends over, and it was such a wild, fun night that even the King himself couldn’t keep up. He had a piano brought in and ended up jamming with the guys until the early hours, just playing Christmas songs and laughing.
Obscure Elvis anecdote!
. “Thanks! Oh, and these are for you guys. My mom insisted – chocolates, of course. Can’t go wrong there.”
I’m sensing a pattern here.
“And, uh, I’ve been seeing someone. Her name’s Emma. She’s amazing – funny, smart and she doesn’t mind that I can’t stop talking about photography or the newsroom.”
Awwww… another Christmas, another girlfriend
Clark’s grin widened and he tilted his head slightly, meeting her halfway for a kiss.
“Uh, hey, guys?” Jimmy’s voice broke in, his tone a mix of sheepishness and amusement. He stood a few steps away, camera in hand. “Sorry to interrupt, but I kinda need a picture of you two for the scrapbook.”
An authentic one? Then why did he interrupt their canoodling?
“Jimmy Olsen: professional third wheel,”
That’s a cute one!
Lois laughed, taking the bouquet. “Thanks, Luce. And the chocolates?”
“They’re for Clark,” Lucy teased, nudging him with her elbow as she stepped inside. “He looks like he needs a sugar rush.”
Clark chuckled, accepting the box with a gracious smile. “Thanks, Lucy. I’ll make sure Lois shares them with me” he winked at his wife.
Lucy grinned. “Definitely a compliment. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a Hallmark movie, but you two pull it off.”
/Tries to remember if Lucy ever tried to make it as an actress/
Whispering into Lois’ ear he told her “I think she’s right, you really did inherit your cooking skills from your mom…”
“Well,” she said, her tone light but filled with emotion, “surprise.”
Awww
and no, I haven’t been sneaking around.
Well, there was that tryst with Superman…
“Noted. Just let me know if I ever miss the mark.”
She laughed, rinsing her mouth before replying, “Don’t worry, I’m keeping a list.”
Oh boy…
Clark’s hand paused, and he pressed a kiss to her hair. “You do, Lois. And you’re building a new one, too, with me. Our little family.”
Awwww
As their kiss deepened, the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in love, hope and the promise of the future they were building together.
The End
What a sweet ending to a sweet story
Michael
