One more?
“She doesn’t hate you, Lois. She fluctuates between liking you and tolerating you.”
Awwwwwwww!
“Lara hates me,” Lois whispered.
Oh.
Lois’s bottom lip started to shake. “She loves you and she loves your Lois, because you can communicate with her. With me she just cries and cries.”
He hoped he wasn’t smothering her with his attention. She didn’t seem to mind, though.
Yeah, that would be awkward, her dumping him for it. Although, she did dump Dan for that same reason. He’d better not start getting her gifts. Except flowers and chocolate.
His girlfriend had carried Lara around, whenever she wasn’t in the kitchen, like a prize Pekingese.
Ultra Woman in her element, cooking.
Clark would have to tell his Lois that dinner parties were out.
Chef Lois isn’t going to like that.
He closed his eyes and a soft Elvis tune floated into his mind.
Oh boy. Where did that come from?
This time he was standing in an ice cold shower and the most beautiful, exquisite naked woman with long hair to her navel stepped in. He smiled and sighed.
Ah, switched the tape?
Clark was on the verge of sleep, when he heard her calling to him. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
Lois sat in bed, rocking herself back and forth, back and forth.
Oh boy.
“I changed her. I fed her. I rocked her. I sang to her. I changed her again. Nothing. Nothing calmed her. She hates me.”
Oh boy. Oh boy.
“Something’s wrong. Tense. Off. He’s treating me differently. Distancing himself from me, but not. He still loves me, but he’s troubled by it.” Lois glanced over at him. “He’s treating me a little like you treated me before we found your Lois.”
Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.
“Honeymoon’s over?” The words just slipped out.
Uuuuuuuuuh…
Oh boy.
