Finally I’m done editing the second part… this keeps growing and growing - like the Baby in Lois’ belly 😉
The first part with FDK can be found
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While preparing the house for their guests, Lois’ gaze landed on Clark's globe. It rested quietly on the shelf, its smooth, otherworldly surface reflecting the soft glow of the Christmas lights.
Something about it seemed to call to her, pulling her closer. Unable to resist, she walked over and picked it up carefully, cradling it in her hands. A small smile tugged at her lips as she murmured, “What surprises do you have in store for us?”
As if in response, the globe suddenly sprang to life, its familiar glow spilling through the room like liquid light. Lois gasped, nearly dropping it, but her hands instinctively tightened around the sphere. “
Clark!” she cried out, her voice sharp with surprise.
In an instant, he was beside her, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “Lois, what happened?” he asked, his eyes darting between her and the now-glowing globe.
“I… I didn’t do anything… I think,” she stammered, holding the globe out slightly as if to prove her innocence.
Clark’s hand came to rest over hers, steadying both her and the globe. “Come on,” he said gently, guiding her to the couch. He eased her down onto his lap, his arms wrapping protectively around her.
Before either of them could say more, a figure began to emerge from the light, shimmering and ethereal.
This time, it wasn’t Jor-El - it was a woman. Her long, reddish-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a serene face that radiated warmth and wisdom. She wore a white uniform with delicate silver accents, its design distinctly Kryptonian, yet graceful and understated.
Clark’s grip on Lois tightened slightly. He could feel the mixture of emotions in her and he knew this was momentous.
The woman smiled gently, her gaze seeming to meet Lois’. “Greetings, my daughter,” she said, her voice calm and melodic. “If you are seeing this message, then you are the one who has become my son’s partner and now carries the next generation of our family. I am Lara, Kal-El’s mother. Though I do not know your name, I hope you will allow me to call you ‘my daughter,’ a title that reflects the bond you now share with our family.”
Lois froze, her breath catching as the words sank in. “Lara,” she whispered, awe-struck, her gaze locked on the shimmering figure before her.
Clark tightened his hold around her, his voice low and thick with emotion. “I never thought I’d hear her voice,” he murmured. “I didn’t know she left any messages.”
Lara’s image seemed to radiate warmth, her expression soft and knowing. “This globe has attuned itself to you,” she explained, “a process that began when you and Kal-El touched it together. It was created for my son, to guide him and protect the legacy of our family. Yet, when the two of you shared your touch, the globe recognized you as part of the House of El. It accepted the bond you share with Kal-El and welcomed you into our family.”
Her gaze seemed to soften further, as though she could sense the emotions in the room. “Now, this new life you carry - a child who is both kryptonian and human - has completed the connection, awakening this message. My words are meant to guide you, as you and Kal-El begin this extraordinary journey together.”
Lois’ heart raced, her hands tightening around the glowing sphere. Clark’s hand gently rested on hers, grounding her. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. “We’re in this together.”
Lara’s image moved closer, the expression on her face one of deep affection. “A kryptonian pregnancy,” Lara began, “is in many aspects like one you may have read about among your people. While your child is half-human, kryptonian physiology brings unique changes, both to you and to your unborn child. I know you may have questions, even fears, about what lies ahead. Allow me to ease some of them.”
Clark kissed the top of Lois’ head, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll figure this out. You’re not alone.”
Lois leaned back against him, her heart tightening with both wonder and anxiety. The presence of Lara, even through this hologram, made everything feel more real, more significant. And yet, Clark’s presence beside her, his unwavering support, gave her the strength she needed to face whatever was to come.
Lois leaned forward instinctively, as if Lara could truly see her.
“Your body will adapt,” Lara continued, her tone both scientific and maternal. “You may notice the physical changes sooner than expected - your child’s kryptonian heritage will contribute to accelerated development. This is not a cause for concern. It is simply our nature. You will need more nourishment and rest than usual, as your body nurtures and sustains this remarkable being.”
Lois’ one hand drifted to her stomach, her heart swelling at the thought of the tiny life growing inside her. Clark’s hand gently covered hers, his voice soft as he spoke, “I’ll make sure you get everything you need. I’ll take care of you, both of you.”
“There is more,” Lara said, her voice softening. “You may feel moments of heightened awareness or sensitivity - your connection to the child will be strong, even before birth - as kryptonians are telepathic. As the child develops, you may sense emotions or even faint impressions of their thoughts. This is a gift, one that will deepen the bond between you and your child.”
Lois’ eyes widened. She had already felt subtle changes, but the idea of an emotional connection before birth was both thrilling and overwhelming.
Lara’s expression grew more serious. “However, there is something you must be mindful of. Kryptonian physiology is designed to harness and store energy in ways that humans cannot. As your child grows, their developing body may occasionally exert a strain on your body. This could manifest as moments of fatigue or even brief surges of strength or emotion that are not your own, but theirs. These instances are rare and temporary, but they must be managed carefully.”
Lois instinctively intertwined the hand on her stomach with Clark’s, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. “Is there… is there a way to manage it?”
Lara continued as if she had heard Lois’ question. “Kal-El’s presence will help stabilize these moments. Your bond with him, both physical and emotional, will provide the balance needed to ensure your well-being. Additionally, moments of rest and focused breathing will ease any strain and make sure to get enough sunlight, since the yellow sun gives additional nourishment to kryptonians. You are not alone in this, my daughter. Your strength and your connection to Kal-El will guide you through.”
Clark’s hand tightened around Lois’, his gaze unwavering. “You’re already amazing,” he said, his voice full of quiet wonder. “I know this might be a lot to take in, but we’ll figure it out together. We always do.”
Lois looked at him, her worry easing into a small, confident smile. “It’s not like we’ve ever done things the easy way.” Her resolve solidifying.
Clark leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I can’t contradict you on this.”
“I regret that I cannot be with you in person,” Lara said, her smile tinged with sadness, her holographic form shimmering softly. “I will never see the man my son has grown to become, nor the remarkable woman who stands by his side. And I will never hold the child you are bringing into the world, a child who represents the best of both our worlds. But know this - though I cannot be there, my love for all of you transcends time and space. You are my legacy, my hope for a brighter future.”
Her gaze softened, as though she could see them despite the vast distance between their lives and her message. “Kal-El, my son, I am so proud of you. And to you, my daughter, I am honored to have you as part of our family. The strength and love you share will guide you through whatever challenges lie ahead.”
Lois felt a lump form in her throat, her hand tightening around Clark’s as Lara’s words settled deep in her heart. Clark, too, sat motionless, his eyes glistening as he absorbed the sentiment of a mother who had given so much yet could never witness the life she had saved.
“But know this: you are not alone. You have Kal-El and you have the strength and love needed to guide this child into the world. You are extraordinary, the hope of the house of El, just as my son has chosen you to be. Your courage and your heart will shape the life of this child in ways that even I cannot foresee.”
Lois blinked back tears, her fingers tightening on the glowing surface of the globe as if to reach through it to the woman before her. Clark’s arms wrapped around her, drawing her close. “You’re not just extraordinary,” he whispered. “You’re everything to me. This child will be so loved.”
“My hope,” Lara added, “is that you will teach this child the best of both worlds - the resilience and compassion of humanity and the wisdom and legacy of Krypton. Together, you and Kal-El will ensure that this child will not only survive but thrive, bringing light to both our peoples.”
The message flickered, Lara’s form beginning to fade. Her final words lingered in the air. “Treasure this journey, my daughter. It is the greatest gift of all.”
The globe dimmed, its light fading back into stillness. Lois sat frozen for a moment, her mind racing and her heart full. A mixture of awe and determination surged through her. Clark held her even tighter, his cheek resting against the top of her head. His chest rising and falling with measured breaths as he tried to steady himself. She could feel the tension in his body - the quiet intensity of someone processing a profound moment.
“It’s a lot to take in,” Lois said softly, her fingers brushing gently along the curve of the globe. “But it’s beautiful, isn’t it? Knowing she thought of you - and us - enough to leave this behind.”
Clark exhaled slowly, his voice low and steady when he finally spoke. “I always wondered what they hoped for me. Hearing her words… it’s like she knew everything would lead to this.” His hand tightened on hers on the globe, his warmth grounding her. “I didn’t think I could feel close to them, but now, it’s like they’re here with us.”
Lois tilted her head, her gaze soft as she met his. “They are. And I know they’d be proud of the man you’ve become. Of the life we’re building.” She leaned forward slightly, her free hand brushing against his cheek. “Of the father you’re going to be.”
Clark’s eyes glistened as he smiled, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “And the mother you already are,” he said, his voice filled with quiet reverence.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of the moment settling into a comfortable silence. Lois shifted slightly, letting the globe rest on her lap as she cupped Clark’s face with both hands, her forehead touching his. “We’re in this together,” she whispered, her voice steady and full of promise.
Clark nodded, his lips curving into a small, grateful smile. “Always.”
After a moment, Lois straightened, her tone lightening as a playful glint returned to her eyes. “Now, flyboy, we’ve got work to do. Our guests will be here soon and if we want to tell your parents without anyone else around, you should fly off to get them soon and I’m not going to explain to your parents why the house is still a mess.”
Clark laughed, the sound chasing away the lingering heaviness as he shifted her off his lap and stood. “Yes, ma’am.”
With the globe in her hands she stood aside as she watched him zip through their house, getting the last minute preparations done before spinning into his suit to get his parents.
Lois got settled on the couch as the memory of Lara’s message stayed with her, a quiet reminder of the legacy they were now part of - and the future they were creating together.
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The sound of the back door opening broke Lois’s reverie. She looked up just as Clark stepped inside, shaking snowflakes from his hair and jacket. Behind him came Martha and Jonathan, their cheeks rosy from the cold.
Lois carefully laid the globe back on its resting space on the shelf, smoothing her hands over her skirt as she rose to greet them.
“Metropolis is beautiful from the air this time of year,” Martha said, pulling off her gloves with the ease of someone entirely accustomed to superhero transport. “Especially with all the holiday lights.”
Lois’s smile widened as she moved toward them. “Well, we’re glad you made it, and I hope you had a good flight.” She winked at her husband before hugging Martha and Jonathan warmly. Gesturing to the table, she added, “Come on, sit down and warm up. Coffee’s ready, and we baked some cookies earlier this week.”
Jonathan grinned as he shrugged off his coat, hanging it by the door. “Feels good to get in from the cold,” he said, rubbing his hands together.
Clark chuckled, brushing the snow from his jacket before hanging it up beside his father’s. “And the cookies are just the start. Look at the tree Lois decorated this year.”
“Excuse me,” Lois said, arching an eyebrow, though her lips twitched into a smile. “We decorated it together, as I recall.”
Jonathan winked at his son, his grin widening. “Smart man. Always give the wife credit.”
Martha laughed softly as she settled into one of the chairs by the table. “Well, whatever teamwork went into it, it’s beautiful. And after that chilly ride, I think some coffee and cookies are exactly what we need.”
Her warm tone and knowing smile made Lois feel instantly at ease, the earlier emotions stirred by the globe now blending seamlessly into the joy of the moment.
Clark shot Lois a warm look, his gaze lingering just long enough for her to catch the unspoken affection behind it. She felt her cheeks heat slightly but smiled back, grateful for the connection that always seemed to draw them closer, especially in moments like this.
The four of them settled on the couch, the tree twinkling warmly in the corner. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the lingering sweetness of cookies. Clark sat close to Lois, his hand brushing hers as he reached for his mug. He could sense the quiet emotion still radiating from her, the subtle shift in her mood that hadn’t faded since he’d returned.
“Honey, these are delicious!” Martha exclaimed, as she tried a melomakarona. “Are these from your advent calendar?”
Lois nodded, a small smile creeping onto her face. “We made them on Saturday. They’re a Greek Christmas tradition. Clark made sure I didn’t ruin them.” Her voice carried a mix of pride and playfulness.
“Honey, you managed just fine,” Clark said warmly, pulling her closer for a kiss on the cheek.
Jonathan chuckled, reaching for one of the cookies. “Well, whatever you did, it worked. These could rival Martha’s baking!”
Martha gave him a mock glare. “Watch it, Jonathan.” She turned back to Lois. “Greek, you said?”
“Clark really outdid himself,” Lois admitted, nudging him lightly. “He’s been full of surprises this month.”
“I just wanted to share a little of the world with her,” Clark said, his voice soft as he glanced at Lois. “And maybe convince her Christmas isn’t so bad after all - I think she prefers it to Arbor Day now…” She rolled her eyes at him for his private joke. “As for surprises, well, I thought we’re even on that account.” His undertone and the loving look ghe gave Lois weren’t lost to Martha, who chose to say nothing.
Jonathan smiled knowingly. “Seems like you’ve done a good job so far. Lois, I’m curious - what’s been your favorite tradition so far?”
Lois paused, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug. “It’s hard to pick. They’ve all been so unique. But…” She glanced at Clark, a warm look passing between them. “I think it’s less about the traditions and more about the thought Clark’s put into each one.”
“That’s our boy,” Martha said with a proud smile. “Always thinking of others.”
Clark flushed slightly, turning his attention to his coffee. “It’s a team effort,” he said modestly.
Lois smirked. “Team effort? I wouldn’t be surprised if you flew to Greece for authentic honey for these cookies.”
Jonathan burst out laughing, nearly choking on his coffee. “Son, you’re setting the bar awfully high for husbands everywhere.”
Clark grinned, giving Lois’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Anything for her.”
Martha, ever perceptive, studied Lois with a thoughtful tilt of her head, though her smile remained soft. “It’s wonderful to see how happy you both are,” she said, her voice gentle and warm, as though her words carried more meaning than they let on.
Lois met Martha’s gaze, her fingers tightening around her mug. She knew her mother-in-law didn’t know the full truth yet, but she clearly suspected something was up.
Jonathan leaned back with a contented sigh. “Well, if this isn’t the perfect scene. Family, coffee and the smell of cookies. It doesn’t get much better than this.”
Lois glanced at Clark, her heart racing. His hand found hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he nodded. She took a deep breath, her emotions brimming. “Well… You might wonder why we decided to bring you here early, right?”
Martha tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. “We did think it was a little unusual. Is everything all right?”
Jonathan leaned forward, concern flickering across his face. “You’re not in some kind of trouble, are you?”
Lois smirked, teasing, “Clark, as the perfect boy-scout, never gets in trouble.”
Clark shot her a playful grin. “Clearly, that’s your job, Lois,” he teased back. “I’m just here to keep you out of it.”
Martha laughed softly, though her eyes remained sharp. “Well, you’ve got us on the edge of our seats. What’s going on?”
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “No trouble, huh? Then what is it?”
Clark smiled, still squeezing Lois’s hand. He paused, taking a deep breath, his expression both nervous and hopeful. “Mom, Dad, there’s something we’ve been wanting to tell you,” he began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of emotion. “Something we thought might never happen for us.”
Martha’s gaze kept shifting between them. “What is it, sweetheart?” she asked gently, her tone filled with both love and concern.
Clark glanced at Lois, his eyes soft and brimming with unspoken affection. She met his gaze, squeezing his hand in silent encouragement. Turning back to Martha, Lois took a breath, her voice trembling with barely contained joy.
“We’re going to have a baby,” Lois said softly.
For a moment, silence wrapped around the room, the weight of the revelation settling over them like a warm, unexpected embrace. Martha’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth as a quiet gasp escaped her lips.
“Oh my…” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled up, spilling over in a cascade of pure joy.
Jonathan blinked, his expression shifting from stunned disbelief to awe. He let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll be... A baby? You’re having a baby?”
Lois laughed softly, her own tears shimmering as she nodded. “Yes. We’re having a baby.”
Martha reached for Lois’s hands, her fingers trembling as her tear-streaked face broke into a radiant smile. “Oh, Lois, Clark… a baby. I can hardly believe it. This is the most wonderful news.”
Jonathan’s grin spread wide as he clapped Clark on the shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. “You couldn’t have given us a better Christmas gift if you tried, son. A grandchild. Who would’ve thought this day would come?”
Clark’s smile was full of quiet pride and love as he pulled his father into a hug. “With what Dr. Klein told us, Dad, we didn’t think it was possible. But here we are.”
Martha pulled Lois into a tight embrace, her arms steady and full of warmth. “Lois, you’re going to be such an incredible mother. And Clark…” She turned to look at her son, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ll be an amazing father. This baby is already so loved.”
Jonathan chuckled, his voice rough with emotion. “And spoiled. Don’t forget spoiled.”
Lois smiled, her laughter light and bright. “I’ll leave the spoiling to the grandparents - though I suspect Clark and I will have some serious arguments about that too.”
Clark wrapped an arm around Lois, his gaze full of love as he said, “If this baby is anything like you, Lois, I’ll probably be the first one to spoil them.”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” she replied, kissing him tenderly.
Martha laughed, pulling them into another embrace. “Well, spoiled or not, this little one is already the luckiest baby in the world.”
The four of them came together in a group hug, their laughter intermingling with happy tears as the joy of the moment filled the room.
TBC
Fun Fact:Originally I intended for Lois to receive the message from Lara while Clark was out flying his parents to Metropolis. But I feared he’d drop them - we do know from season one that he sees the messages even if he isn’t the one activating the globe… so better be save than sorry 😅
