Clark Kent couldn’t let Lois see how he really felt for her. She wasn’t the kind of woman he could introduce to Becca as a potential step-mother, as much as he wished that she might be.
Oh, come on Clark. Give her another chance.
Becca had been raving about the fruit punch with cinnamon.
Ooh. Sounds good. I’ve never had cinnamon in fruit punch.
As soon as her head had touched his shoulder she had dozed off.
Awww…. Daddy’s sleepy head!
“Are we there yet?” she asked, drowsily as she lifted her head.
Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
“Go inside, honey. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Lock the door behind you. Don’t open it to anyone but me and stay inside,” Clark said and headed in the direction where he heard the screams coming from.
Clark needs a nanny… Or a Lois… a particular Lois.
Do you mean shape? Or shadow?
It was no use to stay hidden. He didn’t change into Superman, because that would only increase the possibility that someone saw him.
What’s wrong with folks seeing Superman?
For some strange reason, Clark’s headache increased with every step he took. The pain spread from his head through his body, taking possession of his arms and legs.
Oh, my!
How long had he been lying in this alley?
Oh, I hope not too long. Oh, my goodness. I do hope you tell us how long!
Becca sat on the sofa in the living room and stared at the door, intensely. She mumbled incoherent words, which mostly consisted of ‘daddy’ and ‘come back’.
Oh, poor Becca!!
the wolf and the seven little goats
Don’t think I’ve heard this one. Sounds interesting.
“Daddy!” she whimpered.
“I’m okay, honey!” he managed to say.
No, he’s not!!
More soon!! You had me biting my fingernails again...