A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Work, being mommy and life all getting in the way. Plus wasting feeling the flow and vibe of writing. But, eh muses started flowing again. Thank you all for the wait and all the reviews! Special Thanks to the Guest who reminded me of Kara and I came up with a part for her in the story. Read. Enjoy. Review. Thanks!

Chapter 11: Happy Father's Day!

Previously...

"Kind of sudden, don't you think?"

The dark-haired alien, slanted his blue eyes just a bit at the billionaire he still considered a friend. If, but a shaky friendship at best. He just hoped that whatever feelings the archer had for Lois still weren't at heart. That he wasn't playing his blonde female best friend, stringing her along. He gave himself a mental shake, their conversations over the weeks hinted at how he was beyond happy with Chloe and that there were no hard feelings for his wanting to pursue Lois despite her pigheadedness. Yet, the intergalactic traveler always felt there was more he wanted to spill during their talks, something he was protecting in a way and he felt that now as Oliver stood glaring at him. What that was, he hadn't figured out.

"Better late than never. If you'll have me, Oliver?" Clark implored of his friend, a feature of confidence on face no matter what answer was given.

"I don't think it's up to just me, Clark." The blonde spiky-haired man gave a tight smile, referring to the other members around and the main one who was an unofficial part of their group.

"Yo, super-dudes, mind keeping it down. I'm trying to put Jr down for a nap and I swear anyone wakes this kid is seriously doing diaper duty for a wee-" Lois came to an abrupt stop, her footing almost faltering as she stepped down the stairs. Her heart, on the other hand, froze instantly in her chest and so did the working compacity of her lungs.

The forgotten woman, always one to know how to make an entrance was the center of attention as all eyes and heads swiveled her way. A beaming smile stuttering and then disappearing on her partner's face who was wearing unmistakably the clothing of the one hero she had secret conversations with over months now. The Blur. Seeing nothing but his clothing many times before and little of his features to make out who he was, but as shock-ridden, as his identity revealed was. Being none other than her farm boy himself, the bane of her existence, the one she busted chops on a daily basis and man she had come to love. Nothing drenched the fact that his fallen countenance took front and center stage, and was due to the pint-sized version of himself settled on hip and wrapped in her arms.

She bit her lip and swore she tasted blood as she stood frozen in spot, unable to move, unable to breathe. Hell unable to think after all this time, finally being caught. This so wasn't how she wanted this to go, not being able to do anything as she stared at him and so did it seem everyone else as Clark took a tentative step closer. His eyes bouncing over the baby boy's features, noting the dark curls and the most incriminating factor, those ever-changing blue-green eyes that waved the red flag.

"Lo-Lois? You ha-have a ba-baby, a son?" His wretched look of knowing but needing to hear the words of confirmation battled with the hope that this was just a misunderstanding that it all was just a mistake. His eyes couldn't possibly be seeing what they were looking at this moment. She was a mommy; a kid in Lois' arms, a kid that looked too familiar to himself to be anything but...It just couldn't be true.

His ever forward moving feet, that he didn't realize were bringing him closer to her frozen state on the metal staircase. Stumbled him back some as he fought to accept the reality that was blaring it's horn thunderously at him. His hand scrubbing down the side of his face as he couldn't take his eyes from the scene presented before him. Shock not allowing him to see the confirmation in the way Lois held herself stock-still as if breathing would shatter the moment into a dark abyss of chaos. His mind already heading into that direction as it seemed the world tilted on its axis, pitching beneath his feet until he felt he would meet the floor.

The brunette reporter slowly shook her head as a pained expression came over her face, eyes glassy with tears she fought to keep at bay, began to travel in rivulets down her red cheeks. Swallowing the thick lump, the Sahara, her throat became and squeaked out in a rough breath. "No, Clark...Our son."

Now...

"Our-My son?" He stuttered over the words like they were some foreign objects sticking to his tongue, as his eyes went big and round. His head shaking, not quite believing, though he heard it clearly. Even with her low whisper, his super hearing heard it as if blasted in surround sound at any sports stadium.

It couldn't be true! His blues raking over the baby that reached out straight with one chubby fist toward nothing in particular. He wanted to touch that chubby hand, hold it, to know it. The baby boy looking to be a few months old and looked so very much like himself from baby pictures his mother lovingly kept adorned around their farm home.

He was a dad! And his heart dropped into the lower depths of his stomach; plummeting lower still.

His blues snapping to Lois, who looked pitifully sad, chewing on her bottom lip as tears slid down her ruddy cheeks, trying to remain strong in the face of what she had done. They imploringly asking her the questions he couldn't find breath enough to voice. Is this true? Tell me! A single shaky nod, came from her head in answer to the demand his blues so willingly sought.

"Clark..." Chloe stepped forward toward him to intervene, as all others stood cemented in place, too shock to do anything. Their eyes just looking from one to another and back to the tense scene before them, all wondering inside if anything should be done. Oliver's hand, a hard grip restraining her arm and that of Clark's palm raised toward her, had her paused in place. The time stretching on what seemed like forever and no one said or did anything as Cark stood there in stunned silence taking in his fill of his son in mother's arms.

Lois, finding depleted courage, took step by step, slowly down the spiraled stairs. "I know...I know I should have said something sooner. I should have told you I was pregnant, I should have told you about your son-I did...I mean I tried to tell you last night. But you disappeared...and I understand why, now."

The verbals came nonstop from the nervous mother, with cautioned steps toward the Kryptonian; the finally revealed hero. Two people, one in the same person. Hands clenched tightly around the bundle in her trembling arms. "There is nothing I can say...There's no excuse..." Her words came out pained and rough as tearful eyes looked from son to father. "I'm a bitch and you have every right to hate me."

She walked up inches in front of him, his shaky hand reached up to cup her tear-stained cheek and his other to run through the unruly curls of his son's small head. Her own hand covering the top of his on her face, needing to touch him, to feel reassured. "I know it's much to ask, but could you...could you ever forgive me?"

The silence from him stretched unnervingly on what felt like an eternity as his blues looked through her as if he never knew the woman in front of him. As if she was a complete stranger to him now and her insides were shattering. Her heart in a strangled knot. Hand squeezing his imploringly, not helping the plea in her voice. "Please say something...Anything."

He wished he could feel something at that moment, but he was just a blank slate inside. Nothing would register, not even the tears streaming down from hazel eyes that could, once upon a time, make him reverse the world on its axis just for her alone. Now...

Clark's hand tightened slightly on her face, his forehead coming down to rest on hers as he allowed the feelings he held at bay explode into a turbulent maelstrom inside. The anger, embarrassment, hurt, betrayal...all of it and so much more, bubbling over the surface of his ever in check demeanor. Til the only thing he registered was his super-speed engaged. Those around stood frozen on spot like ice statues as the very fabric of space around him rippled from his quick movements.

The only others registering his speed, that of his months-old son who looked trustingly up into the copy of his own blues as he gummed at tiny fist and the other; his good friend Bart Allen who Clark could see the ripples of space from his body too as Bart made to stop his alien from what he was about to do.

A torrent of wind swirled around and out of the Watchtower as everyone braced themselves against the swirl of air and papers that were kicked up violently all over the place. Lois' eyes slowly etched open at the disturbance of her hair flung over her face, and instantly looked down at the empty space between her arms where once bouncing three-month-old child was cradled protectively. A seize laid hold of her heart in a painful grip.

"John." She said her son's name in a wretched breath of air, ripped from her throat.

"What happened?" Chloe asked shock apparent as the dread in her voice didn't go unnoticed by those in the room.

What seemed like a blink of an eye later, Bart super-sped back into the tower with another gust of wind, out of breath as he leaned doubled-over and spoke. "Dude...I followed him as far as I could, but-"

"But?" Oliver snapped toward the small member, not meaning the heat in his tone as all eyes centered on him.

"I'm the fastest man alive but even I can't catch a man who can fly," Bart answered his eyes slit toward the Green Archer. "When did he learn that?"

"CLARK!" Lois screamed her hands in claws raked against her thighs, as she heaved her lungs out knowing he would hear. Chloe went to her cousin instantly to comfort her in her arms but was pushed roughly away as Lois went straightway to a drawered cabinet where she knew secret staches were kept for emergencies.

"I get one shot!" Lois said manically as the throes of missing son weighed heavily upon her, never had she not known where her son to be and its effect was sending her maddingly down the rabbit's hole. She tore open drawers looking for the one thing she desperately needed. Oliver realizing what that one thing was, quickly went to her and grabbed her arm.

Lois' left fist swung wildly but hit its mark hard into Oliver's jaw, making him stumble back as Chloe rushed to him as he held his hands to his bruising jaw. The worried mom throwing open drawers as the insides of various stuff scattered onto the floor until she found the small lead box she was looking for. With awed reverence, she opened the box to reveal the dark green crystal inside. Oliver off to the side nursing his ego and jaw, rushed to a distracted Lois, his arms wrapping around her waist as another member of their group went to go for the lead-lined box.

"Let go!" Her feet connecting with AC's gut had him doubled over as she struggled wildly, screaming like a mad woman against Oliver's grip. The others not daring to intervene to incur her wrath, while her hands kept the box with kryptonite firmly against her chest from their fearless leader's reach.

"Damn it, Lois!" The defeat in his voice and the shake he gave to her body had her calm down, if just a little.

"I deserve at least one shot, Oliver," Lois whispered, a mess of tears and sobs, not quitting the death grip on the kryptonite. "He has my son."

"His son too, Lois," Oliver stressed the point as much as he didn't want to pick sides. "He deserves his son."

The reporter's features crumbled before him, her body shaking in a wrack of broken nerves. "He just left...He just took off with him."

"This is Clark we're talking about here, there's no one safer Jae could be with." Oliver tried to reassure, but even he knew his comfort sounded weak.

Lois slowly shook her head side to side, no one could possibly know how she felt as a mom. Her son could be locked up in Fort Knox, surrounded by all the supermen in the world and it still wouldn't be as safe a feeling as having her kid in her very own arms. There was never a day where she wasn't aware of where or with whom her son was. She knew in the depths of her being that Clark wouldn't allow any harm to come to their son. But a mother's fear was like nothing else when it came to her child.

Realizing just that, Oliver removed his arms, his hand coming upon her shoulder in comfort, instead. "We'll find him, Lois. We'll get him back."

Smallville, Kent Farm...

Clark came to a halt inside the kitchen of the yellow farmhouse he'd known as home since he could remember. A home he'd hope one day to raise his own family, he just never expected that day to be so soon or under such circumstances. How did this all happen? Well, he had some of an idea of how a baby came about. He shook his head from such thoughts, attention going down to his upset son whose chubby cheeks were red with streaming tears and continued to wriggle around unsteadily.

"Whoa, I barely know how to hold you," Clark spoke softly down to his crying son, trying awkwardly to readjust the squirming form in his arms. "There...it's ok, I got you."

The baby babbled and gummed at his small fingers still upset being away from his mother and with someone, he didn't know. Clark brought his son up to eye-level, matching orbs staring intently at each other. "I know you're probably scared, wondering who I am. I'm...I'm sorry I took you away from your mom. I don't know...I panicked. This is all such a shock...I...I..."

The tall intergalactic traveler shook his head again, this wasn't how he expected to found out he had a kid. This wasn't how he was supposed to be a father to his son, trying in vain to explain who he was to his own child. This wasn't how he was supposed to become a parent. "I'm your dad...You're my son and I promise to make up for every moment I missed of your life."

He kissed his son on the top crown of his head, basking in his son's baby fresh scent as he closed his eyes to keep the pain at bay. All the things he missed, all the time he could never get back. His eyes tearing up anyway, despite the fight. A hall light coming on at that moment had the Kryptonian raising his head to see his mother walk into view, wrapping night robe around her body.

"Clark, is that you?" The elder Kent's barely awake voice called out to him. "What's wrong-"

Her voice came to a stop, seeing the small package he held in his arms. "The baby, you have him. Did Lois finally tell you?" There was a slight smile to her lips and excitement in her voice at the prospect of her family finally put back together.

"You..." Clark's brow furrowed together at the implication, blue eyes staring hard at her while his heart yet again seized inside his chest with the spurn of betrayal. "You knew about him too? And you didn't tell me?!"

Martha recoiled with the rise of his voice and sting of his words, hands nervously gathering the front of her robe as her voice broke with emotion. "Clark...it wasn't like that. I promised Lois, to give her time to tell you. She want-"

"I'm your son! How could you keep this away from me?" Clark shouted and she jumped from the bulk of the sound and hurt she could hear in his voice.

The mother who he thought the world of, was just like the rest of them. Who stood guiltily around as Lois kept a part of him away and didn't appear to be in a rush to be forthcoming. Who could he trust? The only mother he ever known stepped up to him, her hands reaching out in the air toward his son. "Clark...Son...please let me have the baby."

A look of confusion and a set mind stole over his face as he whispered, so unsure of anything anymore... "No."

Wind gusted her red locks across her aged face as her hands reached toward nothing but air where once son and grandchild stood.

The Fortress of Solitude...

"Aww, he's such a cute baby, Cousin Clark!" Kara gushed over the baby boy laid upon silky white sheets on top a crystalline structure. The best Clark could do for a last minute crib for his son at his Fortress, that was direly lacking any baby furnishings. With just finding out he was a father, after all. "He looks just like you did the last time I saw you on Krypton."

"Mostly like me, anyway. I can see Lois in him as well." Clark replied numbly to his older cousin, who looked more like his little cousin because of the years of stasis she was spent in before he came across her ship, freshly broken out of Smallville's own Dam.

"Lois..." He groaned, running hand roughly through shorter, black hair, thinking of the mother of his child. His chest ached with guilt at what he had done, after cooling down and finally giving thought to his actions. Not that he could really be blamed, it was a shock to the system and one he was still having a hard time believing. Even with his cousin and child feet away playfully engaged with one another, he couldn't quite grasp the fact he had a son!

"Speaking of your loud friend, or how kids my age of this earth call the females of their offspring- Baby-Mama. How do you think she's taking this?" The lengthy blonde with flowing, shimmery-gold hair like a modern-day goddess, asked of her baby cousin.

Clark blew out an irritated breath, hands fiddling with the crystals of the honeycomb motherboard, clear and sparkling. A structure where housed all the knowledge of his Kryptonian planet and heritage. "I dunno, I'm sure she's upset..."

"What do people say here? Oh, right, that's the understatement of the three-hundred and sixty-five days." Kara scowled over to his back facing her, while her fingers were grasped in the chubby hands of her littlest cousin, trying to bring it to his toothless mouth.

"Year, Kara." Clark rolled his eyes at her lack of human mannerism and knowledge. "Look, I can't think about Lois right now. I have a son to catch up on and to make sure he's healthy with being half Kryptonian and half human."

"Well you should, she's his mother and I'm sure she's out of her mind worried sick about him."

"Serves her right." He, with indignation, mumbled to himself despite knowing his cousin would still be able to hear as he went back to the task at hand.

A swish of air sounded and a crossed Kara stood with baby in arms a second later in front of Clark. "You ran off with him, Kal-El."

He growled loudly, a defeat of guilt wracking him. "I don't even know my own son's name!"

Crystal crumbled as the clear rods in his hands came under pressure, head shaking side to side. "I panicked. Everyone I trusted, stood there knowing about a son all this time, I knew nothing about. And Lois...she never said anything. Never even hinted at..." He dropped the pieces of crystal to the ground, feeling as shattered as the tiny shards. "How could she not tell me she was pregnant?"

"Are you so sure the blame is solely hers?"

Clark swirled around to face her, anger radiating off of him as his unperturbed cousin continued on. "Lois from what I know of her would never hurt anyone on purpose. If anything, like you, in her own way, tries to do the best thing by someone. Even if it's not always the right way."

"What are you talking about? Keeping my son away from me was for the best?"

Kara shrugged, a meek smile on her face. "Maybe...at the time."

At the incredulous brow raise he gave her, the young blond Kryptonian continued on. Her eyes looking up toward crystal ceiling. "Show him, uncle Jor-El."

"Show me, what?"

He didn't have to wait long as lights illuminated around them in the fortress, showing transparent projections of the woman that was the bane of his existence since day one. There in front of his eyes, the pictures came to life. Lois sat slumped and looking very much exhausted at laptop while fingers plucked lazily at the keys. She must have been at the tiny apartment she shared with Chloe. Half-heartedly working on an assignment for the Inquisitor and another open window showed online classes at Met-U. She looked about ready to drop from lack of sleep any minute now. Yet, even a little green around the gills, he couldn't deny the pull at his heartstrings seeing her younger self. Oh, how much he loved her, even anger, it seemed, couldn't tarnish that fact.

Suddenly she bolted to her feet, hands sealed tightly around puffed up cheeks as she dashed away to what most likely would be the bathroom. A light switched on and the brunette reporter went doubled over the porcelain throne as the most awful sounds came forth with the departure of the contents from her stomach.

Lois uncurled herself, standing straight with the back of her hand wiping weakly against her pale lips. "That is the last time I eat days old Chinese take out."

Her hands went under the yellow tank top to smooth over the revealed, small bump not yet noticeable behind clothes. "Hearing you loud and clear kid. I need to start taking this mommy thing seriously and start eating healthier from all of the food groups."

Fingers splayed over the rounded mass where her tiny baby grew, voice solemn. "It's not just about me anymore."

Bleary hazel eyes stared back from the mirror after a rinse and spit of mouthwash to cleanse the sour taste from her tongue. Her eyes went down to the front pocket of her jeans with the sound of her ringtone playing. With a curl to the corner of her lips and sparkle returning to her eyes seeing who the caller was. Phone to ear she spoke in her usual teasing voice, reserved only for one person. "This is the 5th call and it isn't even the middle of the week, yet. Someone can't seem to stay away."

"Hello to you too and I didn't know we were keeping score. If I recall correctly, three of those calls were yours, Lois." His deep, timbre-voice greeted her ears on the line, causing little shivers to run rampant over her. God, the husky sound alone could get her hot and bothered. Hormones, she was definitely going to blame it on that.

A wider grin broke over her lips as she shrugged innocently, even though he couldn't see. "What can I say? I have a big appetite."

His laugh made her tingle and she could just picture his charming, mega-watt smile. "I need to see you."

Yea, she knew exactly what he meant by seeing her and it was all just bad timing with the way she felt right now. It wasn't even morning, but tell that to the sickness rolling off of her because of the baby. The kid was already getting in the way. Geesh! "So, any particular reason you need to see me? Not that I don't have my suspicions."

"I have to convince you now? How about I sweeten the pot and say my mom just made your favorite meal for dinner. She'll be gone early, senatorial duties. So, I see you, me, my loft and a home cooked meal in our future."

"Wow, you really know how to talk sexy to a girl, Smallville," Lois smirked playfully but the thought of any food at the moment was causing nausea to return with a vengeance. "Not that getting hot and sweaty with you in the hay doesn't sound appealing..." Lois groaned at the sour roil churning in her stomach as another wave hit. "I don't think I'm up for anything tonight."

"Lois, you don't sound so good. Are you ok?"

The brunette shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Nothing to get your panties in a bunch about. I think I just caught a little stomach...bug."

Sorry - She mouthed down to her small protruding stomach, to the child within.

"Well, in that case, let me come over to the Talon and take care of you. I know my mom's famous recipe for chicken noodle soup."

Her brows scrunched up in exasperation. "Careful there knight-in-shinning-armor, it's just an upset stomach and if I didn't know any better, kind of sounds like you're concerned about me."

"Hey, you called it, I'm your knight-in-shining-armor." The amusement ringing in his voice before it turned serious. "And what if I am?"

Unseen hazels slitted at him through the phone. He was so stepping over their unspoken rules of whatever they wanted to call this going on between them. "Well, I'd say don't be, I'm fine."

"Lois-"

"Clark, I think I need to lie down. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" She pressed on the red phone symbol on her cellphone to end the call, ignoring his barely formed protests.

"Not entirely a lie or being evasive," Lois spoke down to her still forming child with a huff of breath, before clutching at the sides of her head from the feeling of extreme vertigo swamping down upon her.

Just to open her eyes to a winter wonderland of huge crystal columns and beams, she instantly recognized. "Oh my god, I'm in heaven. Again."

"Welcome, Miss Lane." A booming voice that seemed to come from all around, surrounded her.

"God? Did I die?" Lois asked unbelievably as eyes scanned around the wondrous vision. "I mean I didn't see a light or anything-It was the bad Chinese food, wasn't it?"

"No, Miss Lane, you and your child are quite well." He reported and instantly her hands protectively went about her stomach.

"How do you know I'm pregnant?" She raised a brow, her feet spinning her around to catch a glimpse of this bodiless voice amongst the crystals. "Are you really...God?"

"No, Miss Lane I am not the Creator. My name is Jor-El, or who I use to be. Now, I'm just a collective consciousness of Kal'El's father harnessed in the crystals of this structure. A piece of our once ago home brought along with my son to guide him and teach him about his home planet, Krypton."

Lois held her hands up in time-out. "Ok, wait. This might just be my baby brain right now but...Whaaat? Who the hell is your son Kale and what does he have to do with me?"

"Kal-El, Miss Lane. The father of your unborn child."

A beat passed before Lois' lips stretched thin into a manic smile before laughter bubbled out. "Okay, I know I'm sleep deprived, working on too many OT's and haven't had enough of a coffee fix because of the bean in the oven, but I"m pretty sure I would remember if E.T. probed me."

With hands up in surrender and feet moving to walk off, preferably out of this wacko dream and back in front of her laptop where her thousand-page essay for class waited to be finished by Friday's deadline. "It's been really fun Jor-o, but I like to get back to reality now."

"You know my son Kal-El by his earth name, Clark Kent."

Lois froze instantly in place. "This just keeps getting better." She turned around to nothing at all, eyes dancing around crazily. "Farmboy? You're trying to tell me, my farm boy..." She shook her head at her own choice of words. "That Clark Kent is an alien from another planet?"

"Indeed, Miss Lane. My son, the father of your child. My grandson."

"Clark Kent? I mean I always knew he was something...unique, but-"

"He was sent to this earth to guide humanity through its darkness and show them a better way."

A pensive look crossed her face with the realization of what the voice meant. "A Hero?" Lois shook her head, Cark already carried so much guilt on his shoulders, now she knew why. "This has to be some kind of mistake. Not him, not Smallville."

The icy palace grew dark, except a beam that encased round about her in a warm light. "I'll show you."

Hazel orbs rapidly jumped from one detail to another of snippets of his future that played on air before her eyes; the amazing feats he would soon accomplish and trials he would soon face. She marveled at his selfless acts of sacrifice as time after time he risked his life despite the dangers, even in lieu of the threat of Kryptonite, it didn't hinder him from what needed to be done.

Tears of pride pricked her eyes as she watched him save cities from the threat of one alien invasion after another to something as mundane as rescuing a cat from a tree for a little old lady. He did it all with an air of humility, not asking or wanting anything in return. A god among men...

"A god among men." Jor-El's booming voice echoing her very own thoughts.

"That's not what he wants to be considered. A god. He's better than that," Lois' defensive words cutting back to the surrounding voice. "Despite his alien makeup, Clark is more human than anybody I ever met. He cares...truly...and sees the good in everyone."

"All the more reason why it's imperative, Kal-El becomes the one you've seen played in visions before you."

She knew it was true, her farmboy did such wondrous things to help all of mankind despite culture, class or even species. There was enough darkness in the world and here he could tip the scale for the good of all. Truth, Justice and all that Jazz. But...

"Where does that leave us?" The words whispered from worried lips as she looked down toward baby-bump encircled by her palms.

Without notice, suddenly Lois appeared back in her bathroom where she once was only moments before. Shoulders slumped and heavy as if the very weight of the world rested upon them. Eyes looking back from the mirror, more aged with a heaviness burdened inside from what she now knew and what she felt must be done.

Clark swiped at the projection of the past to dismiss it away, as he took a few steps. "Lois knows what I am...and she's ok with it."

A wide smile beamed across the blonde Kryptonian's face as she held the newest member to the 'El family upon her lean hip. Maybe there was hope for them after all. Those two were always able to see their way through anything.

All too soon, the pain of all that was done, a constant reminder reared again to the surface. With a shake to his head, Clark sighed, turning his back to cousin and babe. "This doesn't change anything."

Then again. The smile died on her face, her azure eyes casting down to the crystalline floor to a rather large piece of broken crystal.

Clark spun around hand against his head after the hard hit from behind. "Ouch! What was that for?"

Kara bounced the baby boy as she spoke with head down to his eye level. "See, baby Kal? That's how we deal with dumb earth boys."

His son found it amusing, giggled and clapped his petite hands together. Which to the daddy Kryptonian's irate nerves glared toward his teen cousin. "Stop it." He scolded taking his child from her arms, while with tightly crossed arms she cut her own blues back and stuck out her tongue at his retreating back. Her eyes lifting upward and whistling a high note as he suspiciously looked back at the young girl.

Clark shook his head at her humanly behavior, she watched as his attention went back to the babe nestled in his arms. The wee one's eyes drooping and his tiny mouth puckered in a yawn as he fought against his sleep. Of which Cark aided him into as he gently swayed him side to side, looking very much like the father he felt nothing like. Kyra grinned once again and walked up to his side to watch the baby full of bounding black curls lull off to dream world.

"You're more of a parent than you give yourself credit for, cousin Clark." Her mirth contagious and he couldn't help but give a small smile in return, as he watched the precious bundle drift off. Despite the torrent of guilt still eating away at him-The feel of his baby cradled sleepily in his arms diminished some of that guilt away. Tomorrow he would worry about the consequences, whatever happened that was for tomorrow.

Now the only care in the world was his son.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Up Next- How does Lois handle being away from her baby for almost 3 days? What happens when John is finally returned? And something strange is going on with the Luther boy. Until Next Time...