Looks like
everybody is chiming in just to say they have no time to give feedback, hmm? And wouldn't you know that
I have so little time now, it should be illegal!
I think Lois is too forgiving and grateful for nothing here, though:
They were all going back to their current times and universes and things were being left exactly as they were.
Which was fine with her. That meant she got to keep the knowledge she had gained.
That meant she got to remember who Superman was.
Wow!!!! Me am so grateful. Me have memory stolen from me, then me have memory restored, now me get to keep memory. Me am so grateful.
She rolled her eyes. Every time she actually tried to let him pick what he wanted to eat for dinner, his answer was always the same – macaroni and cheese. She hated to let him eat just that. She never had time to make it from scratch and the kind from the box was so nutritionally void of anything healthy.
Oh, how typical. So many five-to-six-year-olds - boys especially, in my experience - seem to have decided that they will only eat
one kind of food. I've known two little boys who wouldn't eat anything but mashed potatoes and meat balls.
And I'm sorry to quote a part of the last paragraph again, but I love the observation that follows it:
the kind from the box was so nutritionally void of anything healthy.
That was probably why he loved it.
Isn't that so true?
“Okay,” she conceded this time. “But we’re going to do some broccoli too.”
Broccoli!!! Poor boy!!!
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be honest with you last night, and I’m even more sorry to say this to you now but... please don’t ask me again. Not yet. I know you’ve been patient with me, more than patient, you’ve been a saint. But please, don’t push this. Be that patient man with me again. Let me figure this out... Please?”
He dropped his head and nodded it slightly. “Okay, Lois, okay. I’m going to bed. Try to get some sleep tonight, all right? You’ve had a rough day.” He kissed her lips softly and she felt tears trying to start in the corners of her eyes.
Richard was an amazing man. She didn’t deserve him.
Poor, poor Richard.
Clark looked down on the sleeping form of his son. He watched as his little chest rose and fell, soft sounds and snores escaping from his small lips. He could see Jason’s eyes moving rapidly behind his eyelids.
He was dreaming.
Clark reached out and smoothed a sweat-streaked piece of hair from his son’s forehead. He rubbed the back of his finger softly against Jason’s cheek. He was amazed at how soft the skin felt. There was a sweetness to it that caught him in his chest and threatened to steal his breath.
This was his son. His and Lois’s. They had created this miraculous life.
It almost scared him to look down on this small, seemingly fragile life. He was amazed that even though he hadn’t known about his son for very long, he was bound to him in a way that he couldn’t even explain. Jason was something more precious to him than anyone or anything he’d ever known before.
Sorry to quote all of this, but it is just wonderful. Whatever Clark may have done, whatever we may blame him for, we can't doubt his love for Jason.
He watched with trepidation as she came over to him, a swell of emotions flowing through him. He felt so torn over his feelings for her, his heart and mind divided between just wanting her to be happy, whatever she might decide, and just... wanting her.
This is brilliant too, DJ. Clark is torn between wanting to see Lois happy, and just wanting her.
She gently put her arms through his and around his back and gave him a tender hug. “Goodnight... Clark,” she whispered softly into his ear. She held the embrace for a few moments before finally releasing him and stepping away.
I love the embrace she is giving him.
She was still in Jason’s room, gazing down fondly on him. But after a few moments she left, heading in the direction of the master bedroom.
Clark really knew he should look away. Hell, he *wanted* to look away. But there was just something that wouldn’t let him. He remembered a friend from school telling him one time that he hated to see car accidents, and yet, for some reason, he felt compelled to look at the damage and carnage – as he’d called it.
He just couldn’t look away.
There is something scary about this. What if Lois had gone to Richard and offered him some make-up sex? Not that I think she would have done it, but what if? Would Clark have been watching?
That’s how Clark felt now. He watched with his breath held tightly as Lois approached her bedroom door.
Please, Lois.
Don’t.
Again, brilliantly written, DJ. You made me hold my breath, too.
He was about to turn away, to fly away, when he noticed her hesitate. She paused just before the doorway and peered inside, looking troubled and maybe a little downhearted. She stood there for a long while and then she finally walked passed the doorway, headed back downstairs towards her study.
She sat down once more at her computer. A funny little smirk came across her face and she began to type.
Her smile intensified the longer she typed and Clark felt himself smile.
She had found her way.
Well, it appears that Lois has made an important decision, which seems to mean that she doesn't want Richard to be a part of her life any more. Of course, I may be reading far too much into her decision not to go to Richard and sleep next to him at this moment.
This is such a painful situation, DJ. I'm so curious about how you will resolve it.
Ann
