I've been hating Clark for a long time in this story, but my hate for him came to a top in these parts.
He is such a big, spoiled, bratty, immature, selfish, ignorant jerk.
Ditto.
I hate his childish behavior, his self-pity and his endless wailing. He's a loser, a moron, a stupid teen with a Lana-clogged-brain!!!
"You've said about fourteen words to me since we left Smallville and you think that, without resolving whatever it is that's bothering you, that's making you avoid me, you can suddenly have sex with me?"
"You haven't said anything to me either," I pointed out.
"You haven't been home."
She had a point, but that wasn't the point.
Lois's reasons are never the point for him. She hadn't got him a birthday gift because she didn't now when was his birthday,
but that wasn't the point. She couldn't talk to him because he wasn't home,
but that wasn't the point. AAAAARGH!
And she was lying there and in the back of my head all I could see was Lana and Tim in Chemistry, when they'd been partners and they'd always seemed to get along so well. I'd even been a bit jealous until Lana assured me I had no reason to be.
I'd pushed the thought of the two of them to the back of my mind and thought of other rationalizations for what I suddenly wanted to do.
Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!
She stood up and headed towards the door. "You want to get back at Lana, insinuate to her all you want, but don't touch me. You want to scratch an itch and that's it? Take a cold shower or fly to the North Atlantic and swim laps with the whales or whatever the Kryptonian version of a cold shower is. You want to make love to me someday? To *me* because your feelings have changed, that's a possibility, but don't ever try to use me as a substitute for your ex-girlfriend again. If you think you can keep your hands to yourself, you can come back in. If not, find another place to sleep."
Yes, kick him out!
I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready to be a dad to a baby that wasn't mine. I wasn't ready to be a dad, period. I hadn't even slept in the same room with Lois the last few nights. If I had, I probably would have known that she couldn't have slept well. Not if she'd been having these contractions for a couple days already.
I didn't think she realized I'd been sleeping in the nanny's room, but when it was finally done a few days earlier, I couldn’t take the frostiness of ours. I'd been in there for a couple weeks when it was time to watch some TV or when we were avoiding the other family members, but after Lois snapped at me two nights earlier... I'd decided sleeping in there was a good plan for now. Looking back, it was probably early labor that had made her short-tempered, but my sarcastic comment about her nightgown when she'd gone downstairs to get a drink hadn't helped, I was sure.
If he keeps being such a childish and immature teen, he'll never be ready to be a father. I HATE this Clark! I've got a kryptonite laser to shot him.
Poor Lois.

She had a horrible time during her pregnancy and worse yet in the last month. There're lots of people hating her (Navance, Mindy, Lana) and threatening her and the baby. The only happy moment was the baby's first kick, and even this was ruined by Cruella's presence. She spent most of time crying, alone and upset, with a husband that wouldn't talk to her and would spend all the time sulking and thinking about his ex-girlfriend. A husband who is counting the days to get a divorce and go back crawling to his ex. All the stress must have taken a toll on her and on the baby's health.

Lois'd have had a more peaceful pregnancy if she were alone; Sam'd have taken care of her safety and she wouldn't have had to live this hell Clark's put her through.
Please, I can't wait till Monday!
Andreia