That’s it - the last part of this story… I thought about splitting it up, since this is pretty long. 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. 😉
Thanks everyone for reading, especially those who left all the amazing FDK. I’ll bribe my muse to get her to work on a similar project for next year - thanks to Lynn for the amazing idea - I think I’ll try that!
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separate feedback-threadPart 1Part 2Some time later, the Kent house buzzed with the warmth of family and the tantalizing aroma of Christmas dinner. The dining table was set with care, each detail thoughtfully placed, from the twinkling candles to the holly sprigs adorning the plates. The food waited patiently in the kitchen, its rich scents mingling with the coffee.
Clark and Martha moved seamlessly in the kitchen, a well-practiced dance of slicing, stirring, and seasoning. Meanwhile, Lois helped Jonathan arrange the last of the holiday decorations, stepping back to admire their work as she adjusted a garland for the third time.
“That’s a mighty fine tree,” Jonathan said, hands on his hips as he surveyed their work. “But I’d say we’re just about done here.”
Lois smiled, brushing a stray pine needle from her skirt. “Almost. I think we’re ready to wow our guests.”
Just as she turned toward the kitchen, her gaze landed on the shelf in the corner. Her breath hitched.
“The globe,” she whispered sharply, her voice barely audible beneath the ringing of the doorbell.
Clark immediately appeared next to her, his eyes widened. The Kryptonian globe sat in plain view, its faint shimmer catching the light in the cozy room.
Clark moved swiftly to her side, his voice low. “Good catch. We can’t risk anyone asking questions.”
Lois nodded, glancing toward the door. “Where should we…?”
“I’ve got it,” Clark said, already scooping up the globe with practiced care. Its warmth pulsed faintly in his hands, a reminder of the message they’d shared earlier. For a moment, he hesitated, then glanced toward the stairs.
Lois seemed to read his thoughts. “Upstairs,” she murmured. “Put it in our bedroom, it should be safe there.”
Clark gave a quick nod, vanishing in a blur before she could say another word. Lois exhaled sharply, her heart still racing. She turned to Jonathan, who was adjusting a stray ornament on the tree, seemingly oblivious to the brief flurry of activity if it weren’t for a faint smirk.
Moments later, Clark reappeared, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “All set.”
Before either of them could say more, the doorbell rang again, its cheerful chime filling the room.
Clark moved to the door. When he opened it, Perry and Alice stood on the other side, their cheeks rosy from the cold. Perry held a bottle of wine, while Alice cradled a tin of her famous homemade cookies, the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg already wafting through the air.
“Merry Christmas!” Alice said warmly, stepping inside.
“Merry Christmas,” Clark replied with a smile, ushering them into the house. “Come in, come in. It’s freezing out there.”
Lois joined them at the door, brushing off the last of her nerves. She beamed at their guests, her voice warm and welcoming.
“Perry, Alice! You made it,” she said, leaning in to hug them. “And you brought cookies” she opened the lid and smelled them before tasting one of them. “They are delicious.”
Perry chuckled, handing over the wine. “This should go well with dinner. Seems like you’ve been busy around here.”
“You have no idea,” Clark said, his tone playfully conspiratorial as he glanced at Lois. “But I think it’s worth it. Everything’s come together perfectly.”
Lois tilted her head up to meet his eyes, her smile softening. “Yeah, it has.”
Alice smiled warmly, her eyes taking in the cozy scene. “The house looks beautiful, Lois, Clark. And it feels so… welcoming. I hope we’re not too early?”
“Not at all,” Lois said, “It’s so good to see you both.”
“Merry Christmas Jonathan and Martha!” Perry boomed, his voice loud enough to fill the entire house. “And thank you Lois and Clark for the invitation. You know - Elvis hosted a Christmas party once. 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. Guess that’s what happens when you have your loved ones around - your Christmas parties never go according to plan, but they’re unforgettable all the same!”
Alice rolled her eyes affectionately.
Lois smiled fondly at Perry. “Leave it to you to find a way to work Elvis into every conversation, Perry.”
Alice chuckled, shaking her head. “He’s been like that for as long as I can remember.” Then she added, “But he’s finally learning to slow down. It’s been a busy year for us, especially after everything that happened. We’re getting better at balancing things. Family’s the most important thing.”
Perry’s grin softened, and he nodded, looking at Alice with affection. “Yeah, I’ll cut back a bit at the Planet. I’ve learned the hard way that there’s more to life than just work. Alice and I - well, we’ve been through a lot, but we’re stronger now. It’s important to be there for the people you love.”
Lois smiled, her gaze shifting to Clark. “I think we’re all realizing that.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Clark nodded, his expression warm. “Life can get overwhelming, but the important moments are the ones that bring us all together.” He squeezed Lois’s hand. She leaned into him briefly, letting herself savor the moment before stepping forward to guide Alice and Perry toward the couch.
The doorbell chimed again and Clark was already heading toward the door before Lois even set down her mug.
“Of course,” she muttered with a shake of her head, following close behind.
Clark opened the door to reveal Jimmy, bundled in a thick coat, a camera slung over one shoulder, and a small gift bag in hand. Snowflakes clung to his dark hair, but his grin was infectious.
“Merry Christmas, you guys!” Jimmy greeted, his usual energy filling the space as he stepped inside.
“Merry Christmas, Jimmy,” Clark said, clapping him on the shoulder with a warm smile. “Come on in before you freeze.”
Jimmy held up the gift bag as he stepped inside, his grin as bright as the holiday lights. “Thanks! Oh, and these are for you guys. My mom insisted - chocolates, of course. Can’t go wrong there.”
“Smart move,” Lois said with a smile, pulling him into a quick hug.
Clark chuckled as he took the bag. “Especially when Lois is involved.”
Lois shot him a mock-stern look, though the sparkle in her eyes gave her away. “Careful, farm-boy, or I won’t let you have any!” She teased, before turning back to Jimmy. “Tell your mom thanks - it’s sweet of her. But you didn’t need to bring anything. How’s she doing?”
“She’s good,” Jimmy said, his cheeks still pink from the cold outside - or maybe the warmth inside. “Sends her love, as usual. Oh, and she wanted me to tell you she still talks about that feature you wrote on Metropolis’s small businesses. Said it was inspiring.”
Lois’s expression softened, touched by the sentiment. “That’s really kind of her. Tell her I’ll try to outdo myself next year.”
Jimmy grinned and turned to greet Perry and Alice, who were seated by the fireplace. “Merry Christmas, Chief! Mrs. White!”
“Merry Christmas, Jimmy!” Perry boomed, raising his mug of coffee. “You look like you’ve had a good time.”
“Not bad at all,” Jimmy replied, adjusting his camera strap. “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.”
Alice beamed at him. “That’s wonderful, Jimmy. You deserve someone special.”
“Thanks, Mrs. White,” he said, his grin widening.
Spotting Martha and Jonathan emerging from the kitchen, Jimmy hurried over. “Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Merry Christmas, nice to see you again!”
Jonathan shook his hand with a chuckle. “We’re glad you’re here.”
Martha handed him a steaming mug of coffee.
Jimmy’s expression softened. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
As the group settled into the living room, Lois leaned into Clark’s side, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The warmth of the room, the quiet hum of holiday chatter, and the scent of coffee made the moment feel perfect.
“Jimmy’s really growing up, isn’t he?” Lois murmured, her voice soft as she watched their young friend animatedly recounting a recent photography project to Perry.
Clark nodded, his gaze lingering on Jimmy with a hint of fondness. “He has. Feels like just yesterday he was trying to fix the horn on Perry’s golf cart.”
Lois chuckled, her hand resting lightly on Clark’s arm. “I remember. He’s come a long way since then. He’s got so much energy - it’s exhausting just watching him.”
Clark turned to her, a small smile tugging at his lips, his eyes full of warmth. “Reminds me of someone else I know, but the exhaustion might have another reason,” he said, his tone teasing but undeniably affectionate.
Lois arched a brow, her smile deepening as she leaned a little closer. “Well, someone’s got to keep you on your toes,” she whispered, her voice carrying just a hint of a challenge.
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.”
Lois sighed, pulling back just enough to glance over at Jimmy, her hand still resting on Clark’s arm. “Jimmy Olsen: professional third wheel,” she teased, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Clark laughed softly, slipping his arm around her waist. “Go ahead, Jimmy. Just make sure Perry doesn’t use it on the front page.”
Jimmy grinned as he raised his camera, already lining up the shot. “No promises!”
The doorbell rang and Clark opened the door to reveal Ellen and Sam, standing on the porch bundled in coats, with Lucy between them holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. Snowflakes clung to their hats and scarves, and a gust of cold air followed them inside.
“Mother, Daddy, Lucy!” Lois greeted warmly, stepping forward to hug her sister first. “Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas to you too,” Lucy replied with a grin, handing Lois the flowers. “These are for you. Figured the hostess deserves something pretty.”
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.
“In your dreams, farmboy.” Lois smirked.
Ellen stepped in next, shaking the snow from her coat as her eyes swept over the living room. “Well,” she said, nodding with an air of approval, “I have to admit, it’s lovely. The tree, the decorations - it’s all very tasteful.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Lois said, giving her mother a quick hug. “But Clark deserves credit too. We worked on it together.”
Ellen glanced at Clark, her expression softening. “You’ve got a knack for this, Clark. It looks like something out of a holiday catalog.”
“Thank you, Ellen,” he replied, helping her out of her coat.
Sam followed Ellen inside, his eyes scanning the room with quiet appreciation. “Merry Christmas, Clark,” he said warmly, extending a hand.
“Merry Christmas, Sam,” Clark said, shaking his hand firmly. His eyes lingered on his son-in-law a moment longer, with an expression in his gaze Lois couldn’t read.
Sam’s attention turned to his daughter, and he pulled her into a brief but heartfelt hug. “Merry Christmas, princess. The place looks great. You’ve clearly put a lot of effort into it.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” Lois said, smiling. “I’m glad you like it.”
Lucy, already making herself comfortable, plopped down on the couch and gestured to the decorations. “You guys really went all out this year. It’s like walking into a Hallmark movie.”
Lois smirked. “Is that a compliment or a dig?”
Lucy grinned. “Definitely a compliment. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a Hallmark movie, but you two pull it off.”
Ellen, ignoring Lucy’s remark, gestured toward the tray of cookies on the side table. “Did Martha bake these, or are they store-bought?”
Lois crossed her arms, her tone light but pointed. “Neither. Clark and I made them together.”
Ellen raised an eyebrow, looking impressed despite herself. “Well, maybe you did inherit some cooking skills from me after all.”
Lucy snorted from the couch. “Mom, you can’t even boil water without setting off the fire alarm.”
“Lucy!” Ellen said sharply, though her tone carried no real bite. “It’s Christmas. Be nice.”
“Just saying,” Lucy said with a laugh, grabbing a cookie from the tray.
Whispering into Lois’ ear he told her “I think she’s right, you really did inherit your cooking skills from your mom…” he teased, which brought him a nudge against his ribs from Lois.
Clark stepped in smoothly, handing Sam a mug of coffee. “Dinner’s just about done. Make yourselves comfortable.”
Sam nodded gratefully, taking the mug. “Thanks, Clark.”
Ellen touched Clark’s arm as he passed by. “You really do make a wonderful host, Clark. Lois is lucky to have you.”
Clark smiled warmly, glancing toward Lois. “I think I’m the lucky one.”
Ellen’s expression softened, and she gave him a rare, genuine smile. “You’re both lucky.”
Lucy, watching the exchange, rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, this is getting too sweet for me. Someone pass the coffee before I drown in sentimentality.”
Sam chuckled, resting a hand on Lucy’s shoulder as he joined her on the couch. “Behave, Lucy. It’s Christmas.”
As everyone settled in, the warmth of the house seemed to grow, filled with the chatter and laughter of family. Lois and Clark shared a brief glance, their hands brushing as they moved to join the others, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the people gathered under their roof.
Dinner was a lively affair, filled with laughter, stories, and the clinking of glasses. Clark’s cooking was met with enthusiastic praise, and Martha beamed with pride as everyone tucked into the meal.
“This turkey is incredible,” Perry said, pointing his fork at Clark. “What’s the secret, Kent? And don’t tell me it’s just ‘a little salt and pepper.’”
Clark chuckled, exchanging a glance with Lois. “It’s mom’s recipe, actually. She’s the real expert in the family.”
Martha waved her hand modestly. “Oh, don’t sell yourself short, Clark. You’ve added your own touches.”
“He won’t tell you, but he used fresh herbs,” Lois added with a sly smile. “Rosemary and thyme. Very Clark-like - efficient and down-to-earth.”
“That’s our boy,” Jonathan chimed in, grinning.
As the table laughed, Alice leaned forward, her gaze warm. “Speaking of Clark’s thoughtfulness, Lois, Perry was telling me about the Advent calendar he made for you. It sounds so creative. How does it work?”
Lois beamed, her hand brushing lightly against Clark’s on the table. “It’s wonderful. Each day, there’s a little bag with a hint about a Christmas tradition from somewhere in the world. Clark’s been teaching me about how people celebrate the season in different ways.”
“Like what?” Jimmy asked, leaning in with interest.
“Well,” Lois began, “the first day was the Advent calendar itself, which Clark explained is a German tradition. Then there was the Swedish St. Lucia celebration, with the crown of candles and saffron buns.”
“Oh, I love that one,” Alice said. “It’s such a beautiful way to bring light into dark winter days.”
“And another day,” Lois continued, “Clark showed me a Mexican tradition - Las Posadas. It’s about reenacting Mary and Joseph’s search for shelter. It’s such a moving way to remind everyone of the spirit of giving.”
Sam nodded thoughtfully. “It’s fascinating how every culture has its own way of celebrating. Makes you wonder how many of these traditions are rooted in the same need for connection and hope.”
“Exactly,” Clark agreed, his voice warm. “It’s a reminder that the holidays are about more than just gifts and decorations. They’re about bringing people together.”
Ellen dabbed at her mouth with a napkin and glanced at Lois. “Clark certainly put a lot of effort into this. You’re really a lucky woman, Lois.”
Lois smiled softly, her fingers brushing against Clark’s again. “I know.”
As the conversation paused for a moment, Jimmy spoke up, his tone more serious. “You know, it’s kind of sad when you think about it. Superman - he’s probably out there somewhere, helping people, like always. But he doesn’t get to do this. Sit down with family and friends, share a meal, and just… be.”
The table grew quiet for a beat, everyone reflecting on the thought. Lois glanced at Clark, her heart swelling at the warmth and gratitude in his expression. Far from sadness, his eyes shone with a quiet joy that only she could fully understand. He caught her gaze and gave her a small, reassuring smile, their shared secret glowing between them like a candlelit promise.
“Well,” Alice said, breaking the silence, “if anyone deserves a good holiday, it’s him. It’s a shame he doesn’t have someone to share it with.”
“Maybe he does,” Martha suggested, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Clark. “We don’t know much about him, after all.”
“Maybe,” Clark said, his voice steady but his gaze flickering briefly to Lois.
Lois felt her cheeks warm and squeezed his hand under the table, their silent understanding passing between them.
Lucy, picking up on the shift in tone, grinned and jumped in. “Hey, how about some dessert? I saw a pie in the kitchen, and I’m not leaving without a slice.”
Clark laughed, standing up. “Coming right up. And, Jimmy, I promise we’ll save room for one of your mom’s chocolates, too.”
The atmosphere lightened again as Clark brought out the pie and the conversation turned to lighter topics - family memories, favorite Christmas movies, and plans for the next day. But for Lois and Clark, every glance and touch carried the quiet reassurance that, no matter what the world believed about Superman, he was never truly alone.
As dessert was served, the room hummed with chatter and laughter. Lois reached for the glass jar of handwritten Christmas wishes and set it in the center of the table.
“Time for a little fun,” Lois said with a grin, glancing at Clark, who gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Each of you, pick a note and read it aloud. It’s a little something to share the spirit of the season.”
Jonathan was the first to reach in, unfolding his paper with care. “May your days be merry and bright, filled with moments that make your heart lighter and your smile wider.”
He nodded appreciatively, looking around the table. “Good advice for all of us, I’d say.”
Martha reached next, her hands steady as she picked a note and read aloud, “May the love of family guide you in every choice and embrace you in every challenge.”
Her voice softened as she added, “Isn’t that the truth? Family always gets us through.”
Jimmy, eager and full of energy, grabbed his note and read, “May laughter fill your heart and home, and may you always find joy in the little things that matter most.”
“That’s definitely my style!” Jimmy grinned. “Here’s to more laughter - and fewer broken office printers in the new year!”
Alice took her turn, her smile warm as she unfolded the delicate paper. “May the joy you give to others return to you tenfold, reminding you how deeply you’re appreciated.”
“Oh, that’s lovely,” Alice said, her voice touched with emotion. “We could all use that reminder.”
Perry pulled a note, his booming voice softening as he read, “May hope light your path, even on the darkest days, and give you strength to face tomorrow.”
He paused for a moment, then nodded, his tone serious. “Hope’s a powerful thing. I’ll drink to that.”
Sam reached into the jar, and unfolded his message. “May kindness be the greatest gift you both give and receive, making every day a little brighter.”
He glanced up, his tone thoughtful. “It’s easy to forget how far a little kindness can go. A good reminder.”
Lucy, her playful energy infectious, plucked her note and read aloud, “May the magic of the season remind you to dream big, because sometimes, the impossible is just the beginning of something amazing.”
She looked pointedly at Lois and Clark with a teasing smile. “Sounds like something out of a newsroom pep talk, doesn’t it?”
Finally, the jar reached Ellen. She hesitated for a moment before drawing her message, unfolding it with a curious expression.
Lois reached for the jar, frowning slightly as she peered inside. “That’s strange,” she murmured to Clark, her brow furrowing. “Why is there one piece of paper left?”
Ellen began to read aloud, her voice light and cheerful. “‘Merry Christmas to my wonderful husband and... oh.” She stopped abruptly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she re-read the note.
The room stilled, all eyes turning toward her.
Ellen looked up, her gaze darting between Lois and Clark. “I can’t wait to see you as the amazing father I know you’ll be.’”
A beat of stunned silence followed.
Clark froze, his hand tightening around Lois’s. His lips parted as if to speak, but it was Lois who broke the silence, her cheeks flushed but her voice steady. “Well,” she said, her tone light but filled with emotion, “surprise.”
The room erupted.
Alice clapped her hands over her mouth, tears springing to her eyes. Perry beamed, his proud smile lighting up the room. Lucy squealed and practically launched herself across the table to hug Lois, while Jimmy stared, wide-eyed, before letting out a whoop of congratulations and quickly grabbed his camera to take some photos.
Ellen blinked, then let out a soft laugh. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that kind of Christmas wish.”
Sam cleared his throat, his expression a mix of surprise and thoughtfulness. “Congratulations, Lois, Clark. That’s... wonderful news.”
Clark pulled Lois close, his voice low. “Well, that answers the question about how to tell friends and family.” He smiled.
Lois smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling. “You could say that.”
As the laughter and joy swirled around them, Clark and Lois held each other close, their secret now shared with the people they loved most.
Amid the flurry of congratulations, Sam’s expression remained thoughtful. He smiled at Lois, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes.
As the group dispersed to the living room for coffee and gifts, Sam gently touched Lois’s arm. “Lois, can we talk for a minute? Just the two of us?”
Lois hesitated but nodded, following her father into the kitchen. He closed the door behind them, turning to face her with a serious expression.
“Daddy, what is it?” Lois asked, crossing her arms.
Sam hesitated, as though choosing his words carefully. “Princess, I’ve been thinking about this ever since... well, since the last time I was here. During that whole mess with the Bummer-be-gone and Fat-head, and... everything else.”
Lois stiffened slightly, her eyes narrowing. “What about it?”
He sighed, his voice dropping. “I didn’t forget, Lois. About Clark. About who he really is. But that's not what's bothering me right now. What’s bothering me is... you. You and Clark. I couldn’t stop thinking about the look in your eyes when I had to tell you - I know how much you wanted this, but... it doesn’t make sense. I’ve seen the data -, I’ve checked it several times. It broke my heart when I couldn’t help you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Daddy…”
“I know you don’t want to talk about it.” Sam interrupted gently. “And I’ve kept quiet because I know it’s not my place. But you’re my daughter and now you’re telling me you’re… pregnant. And I can’t help but be worried about what that means for you, for the baby.”
Lois raised an eyebrow, bracing herself. “Yes, Daddy. I’m pregnant.” Then her eyes softened, a mixture of affection and understanding in her gaze. “I know, Dad. But we’re figuring it out. Clark and I, we’re doing this together. And we’ll take it one step at a time.”
Sam hesitated, his brow furrowing in that familiar way that signaled a stream of scientific reasoning was about to follow. “Lois, we both know what I told you before. About Clark and…” He paused, glancing around the room. “I mean, biologically, it’s - ”
“Impossible?” Lois finished for him, her tone dry.
“Well… not impossible it seems, maybe improbable,” Sam corrected, his voice softer. “And I just… I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Lois sighed, folding her arms. “Daddy, I am happy. Clark and I are happy. And before you start running genetic scenarios in your head, no, there’s no sperm donor and no, I haven’t been sneaking around. This baby is Clark’s.”
Sam blinked, clearly trying to keep up. “But - Lois, scientifically…”
“I know. Believe me, I know,” she interrupted, her voice softening. “I’ve been through every ‘but’ and ‘how’ you can think of. And yeah, it’s a miracle. One even science can’t explain. But sometimes, things happen that we can’t explain. And that’s okay.”
Sam’s face shifted, his usual skepticism battling with something gentler. “Well… I suppose miracles are allowed, even if they don’t fit into a lab report.”
“They are,” Lois said firmly. “And you’re going to be a grandfather. So maybe let’s focus on that instead of trying to solve the mystery of it all, okay?”
A small smile tugged at the corner of Sam’s lips. “Grandfather. That’s going to take some getting used to.”
“For all of us,” Lois admitted, her own smile softening the moment. “But you’ll be great at it. Just like you’ve been trying to be a better dad.”
Sam’s smile grew and he nodded. “Alright. A miracle it is, then. But if there’s anything you need - support, advice, or… scientific curiosity aside - I’m here for you, princess.”
“I know, Daddy,” Lois said, squeezing his hand. “Thank you.”
Sam hesitated, his expression growing more serious. “One thing though, Lois… I have to say this. No one knows what a pregnancy like this could mean for you. Kryptonian biology is… well, it’s uncharted territory when it comes to humans. I know you’re strong, but you’re still my little girl and I can’t help but worry. We don’t know if we should expect anything extraordinary, especially complications.”
Lois’s smile softened further as she met his gaze. “I get it, Daddy. And you’re right - I’ll have to be careful. Clark and I will talk about it and we’ll get Dr. Klein from STAR Labs on board to help monitor things. He knows more about Kryptonian biology than anyone else.”
Sam nodded slowly, but his concern didn’t entirely fade. “That’s good. But if there’s ever anything he can’t figure out, Lois… you know I’d do anything to help. I may not know Kryptonian biology, but I know you. And I know how to be thorough.”
“I know, Daddy,” Lois said softly. “And I appreciate it. But for now, let’s just focus on celebrating, okay? You’re going to be a grandfather - miracle and all.”
Sam’s smile returned and though the worry lingered in his eyes, the warmth in his voice was genuine. “Alright, sweetheart. A grandfather it is. But don’t think for a second that I won’t be checking in on you.”
Lois chuckled, her heart lighter than before. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
In a soft tone Sam told her. “Clark’s a good man. I see how he looks at you, how he takes care of you.”
“You’re right - Clark is a good man. And we’ll figure this out together, just like we always do.”
Sam nodded, his expression softening. “I trust you, Lois. I just... want you to know I’m here if you need me.”
Her shoulders relaxed slightly and she gave him a small smile. “Thanks, Daddy. That means a lot.” She gave him a hug before they went back to the others
As they stepped back into the living room, the tension of their private conversation dissolved into the warmth of laughter and holiday cheer. Lois glanced at Clark, who caught her eye from across the room, his expression full of quiet strength and love. She smiled back, her heart steadied by the unshakable bond they shared.
For now, the moment was theirs to savor, surrounded by family, hope and the promise of new beginnings.
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The house was finally quiet, the warm hum of family and laughter replaced by the soft ticking of the living room clock. After bidding their guests goodbye and ensuring Martha and Jonathan were safely back at the farm, Lois and Clark lingered in the stillness, tidying up the last remnants of their Christmas celebration.
After an eventful day their bodies felt pleasantly tired but their minds were still buzzing with the day’s events.
Once the house was back in order, Lois sank onto the couch with a contented sigh. Clark disappeared into the kitchen, promising to bring tea.
She reached for the new blanket he’d given her that morning - soft and luxurious, in her favorite shade of deep red - and wrapped it snugly around herself. The warmth seeped into her as she nestled into the cushions, the faint glow of the Christmas tree casting a golden shimmer over the room.
Clark returned a moment later, two steaming mugs in hand. He eased onto the couch beside her, his arm slipping naturally around her waist before resting protectively on her stomach.
“I made us a calming blend,” he said, handing her a mug. “After all the excitement today, we could use a little time to unwind.”
Lois accepted the tea with a smile, her fingers brushing his. She inhaled deeply, savoring the soothing aroma of the herbs. “You’re always thinking of me,” she said softly, her gaze meeting his.
“Always,” Clark murmured, his eyes full of quiet devotion.
Lois leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. The blanket draped across them felt like a cocoon, shielding them from the world. The tree lights twinkled faintly in the window, painting the room in hues of warmth and peace.
“Today was wonderful,” she said after a moment, her voice low and reflective. “But this... this might be my favorite part.”
Clark chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. “Mine too. I love having everyone here, but these quiet moments with you - they’re what I treasure most.”
Lois reached for his free hand, intertwining their fingers. Her eyes drifted down to where his hand rested on her stomach, and a thoughtful smile touched her lips.
“Clark?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you think our Christmas will look like next year?” she asked, her voice soft, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. She hesitated, then added in a whisper, “Do you ever have a hard time believing it? That I’m pregnant?”
Clark’s fingers tightened around hers, and when she looked up, her wonder and uncertainty mirrored in his gaze.
“I think our Christmas will be filled with even more love - and a lot more noise,” he said with a tender smile. “I can already picture us holding our baby by the tree, sharing everything we love about this season with them.”
He paused, his voice growing softer. “And yeah, sometimes it feels surreal. After thinking it wasn’t possible for so long... I’d made peace with it. But a part of me never stopped hoping.”
For a while, they sat in silence, sipping their tea as the quiet wrapped around them like the blanket they shared. The future felt like a vast, uncharted horizon, but together, they were ready to face it.
Finally, Lois stifled a yawn, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
Clark smiled, taking the mug from her hands and setting it aside. “Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
He helped her up, guiding her with a gentle hand on her back. As he carried the mugs to the kitchen, Lois lingered for just a moment, gazing at the softly glowing tree. A new kind of hope filled her - a hope she now carried under her heart.
As Clark turned off the kitchen lights, his eyes caught Lois lingering by the doorframe, a mischievous smile curving her lips. His brow furrowed slightly in curiosity, though the twinkle in her eyes already hinted at mischief.
“What’s that look for, Mrs. Kent?” he asked, stepping closer to her.
Lois took a deliberate step forward, her smile deepening as she tilted her chin up and glanced above her. Clark followed her gaze, his own lips curling into a grin when he saw the sprig of mistletoe above them - the same one he’d already used twice on her.
“Well, well,” she murmured, her voice low and playful. “Looks like I’ve caught you this time, flyboy.”
Clark chuckled, his hands finding her waist, drawing her closer. “Fair’s fair,” he said softly, leaning in.
Their kiss was slow, unhurried, a perfect counterpoint to the whirlwind of the day. As they lingered in the moment, Clark tightened his arms around her and, without breaking the kiss, scooped her up effortlessly.
Lois let out a soft laugh, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her upstairs toward their bedroom. “Guess I’ll have to start hanging mistletoe everywhere in the house,” she teased, her voice warm and playful against his ear, her eyes sparkling with affection and triumph.
“You don’t need mistletoe to kiss me - you can kiss me anytime you want,” he replied huskily, his tone full of love and promise.
When they reached the bedroom, Clark set Lois gently on her feet. She stretched with a contented sigh, her fingers brushing over his tie before loosening it and slipping it off. “You might just be too good at sweeping me off my feet,” she said with a smirk.
Clark chuckled, undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Well, I’ve had plenty of practice,” he teased, his eyes sparkling.
Lois disappeared into the bathroom to grab her toothbrush. As she brushed her teeth, she called out, “You know, I could get used to this whole pampering thing. But don’t let it go to your head, flyboy.”
From the bedroom, Clark grinned as he changed into sleep shorts. “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.”
Just as Clark stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth, Lois slipped out to change into her favorite soft pajamas. When she returned, he was rinsing and wiping his mouth.
“You really are something,” she remarked, leaning against the doorframe, her gaze lingering on his chest. “I mean, your physique is amazing, but the man inside that body is even more impressive.”
“Thank you,” he replied with a small grin, his voice warm. “Always aiming to impress.”
Lois rolled her eyes but smiled, walking to him. “Good. Because I’m not easily impressed.”
Clark wrapped his arms around her waist as they walked to the bed together. “I don’t know,” he said softly, his voice teasing. “I seem to remember you being pretty impressed earlier today. Or was that just my imagination?”
Lois snorted, climbing into bed beside him. “Maybe I was. But I think you were the one who was really impressed this morning.” She let out a soft sigh of contentment as Clark opened his arms to her.
His smile turned tender as he pulled her close under the covers. “Touché,” he murmured.
Lois rested her head against his chest, her voice soft and affectionate. “Maybe we both were.”
Clark kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. “I’ll take it.”
A feeling of peace overcame her as she was listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a sound she had come to associate with safety, love and home.
Now, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the lingering glow of their earlier kiss and the day’s joy surrounded them. Clark lay on his side, one arm draped protectively around her, the other covering her stomach, gently stroking her under the pyjama top.
The moonlight spilled softly through the curtains, casting gentle shadows that danced across their bedroom.
“Today felt... perfect,” Lois murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Clark smiled, his hand pausing briefly before continuing its soothing motion. “It really was. Seeing everyone’s faces when they found out... I’ll never forget it. Perry looked like he was about to burst with pride.”
Lois chuckled softly, her breath warm against his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him at a loss for words before.”
Clark tilted his head to look down at her, his expression turning thoughtful. “Are you okay with everyone knowing now? I mean, unless H.G. Wells shows up with one of his time machines, there’s no going back.” His lips quirked in a half-smile, but his voice softened as he added, “Things are going to change for you. For both of us.”
Lois tilted her head to meet his gaze, her fingers brushing lightly over his chest. “I know. And it’s... overwhelming,” she admitted. “But it’s also exciting. We’re not doing this alone, Clark. And if today showed me anything, it’s that we have people who love us and want to be part of this journey.”
Clark’s smile grew, his eyes warm with a mix of love and admiration. “We do. And whatever comes next, we’ll figure it out together.”
Lois nestled back against him, letting his words and the quiet comfort of the moment settle her nerves. In his arms, she believed it. Together, they could face anything.
“Although it wasn’t planned this way it is nice to have them know, but…” She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his chest. “My mom’s already planning a nursery. Did you see her taking measurements in the hallway - we need to make sure she doesn’t take over, like our wedding.” She laughed.
Clark laughed, his warm, rich tone filling the room. “She’s unstoppable. And Perry’s trying to play it cool, but I caught him wiping his eyes more than once.”
Lois tilted her head to look up at him, her expression softening. “It wasn’t just them… My dad pulled me aside. He’s... worried, but he’s trying in his own way. It turns out he didn’t forget and he’s concerned for my health but he’s also happy and offered to help if Dr. Klein needs someone to work with. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a real family again.”
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.”
Lois took a deep breath, her heart swelling at his words. She shifted slightly, her gaze drifting upward. The faint shimmer of moonlight on the ceiling caught her attention. “I keep thinking about the messages from your parents,” she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think there’s more?”
Clark’s expression grew thoughtful, his hand stroking her arm gently. “Probably, I’ve been thinking about them too.” He said as he grabbed the globe from his nightstand. His brow furrowed as he considered her question. “Jor-El said, those devices were used as a library, maybe there’s a way to access it.”
Lois smiled faintly, her fingers brushing over his chest. “It’s funny, isn’t it? I’ve spent my whole life trying to keep my feet on the ground and now... I’m here, with you, surrounded by miracles.” Her heart swelled at his words and she blinked back tears. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Clark Kent.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I think it’s the other way around.”
They lay in silence for a moment, the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a blanket.
Lois broke it with a teasing glint in her eyes. “So, about that nursery. Think we can get it done before mom takes over completely?”
Clark laughed, his hand slipping to rest on her waist. “If we start tomorrow, maybe and only if we’re using super speed. But right now, I’m more interested in enjoying this moment - with you.”
He shifted, rolling slightly so she was beneath him, his weight supported by his arms as he looked down at her. “Merry Christmas, Lois,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers.
Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer. “Merry Christmas, Clark.”
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.
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The End
