A/N:Ok, I'm back again, with another fic! A loner story/sequel of my fic "Survive". You don't need to read that one to understand this fic, though it will explain where a lot of the characters came from and it's also a pretty good story lol.
Summary: The days and lives of Clark Kent, Lois Lane and their six point five children; John Kent, Ellen Kent, Mara Chloe'lu Kent, Sam "Sammy" Kent, the twins Jor'dan and Laurel Kent and the unborn one (Erica Kent). See how the Kents spend their everyday lives dealing with problems from school, uncontrolled powers, hormonal teens, saving the world to enemies, work, babies and tons more.
Rating: Family/Humor/Drama. "T" for language and suggestive content.
Disclaimer: Yea, bitterly I still own Nothing, but one can dream (and in my dreams Tom Welling is mine!) lol

Chapter 1: Ellen the Secret

Part one: Easy as Breakfast Mornings

Name: Ellen Joanne Kent (Blah! Middle name.)
Age: 15 (Come on 18 and freedom!)
Height: 5'5 (Wish I was taller)
Weight:110 (Weeell, 110-ish..)
Hair/Eyes: Dark brown, straight (iron-ed out) / Blue
Powers:Super-strength, super-hearing, x-ray vision (Ummm...sorta. Can't get it to focus right, just see insides of people--Gross! Don't ask.)
Weakness:Major attitude (thanks mom!) and I'm half human. So, yea, I can get hurt. Oooooh, and most importantly, NEVER, EVER ask me to cook!

You have no idea how it is being a fifteen year-old girl! Homework. High school. Exams. Boring teachers. Raging hormones. PMS. Chores. Parents that drive you crazy!

Ok, maybe you do. But do you know what it's like dealing with all of the above and being the second oldest--eldest girl--of six point five, half-Kryptonian children?

Dealing with control issues over your powers and those of your siblings? Trying not to kill the Luthorkids, whose parents are the enemies of your parents? All while trying to live a normal life, make the grade, save the world, keep your secrets from friends and others?

And, oh yea, keep your parents from finding out that their fifteen year old is dating one of the sons of their enemy?

"I didn't think so..." Ellen huffs her dark curls from her blue eyes, looking fed-up. "Welcome to my life...."

~S~

Monday, 6:15 AM.

"OPEN UP THE DOOR, JERK-FACE OR I'M TEARING IT DOWN!"

Lois rolls over, stuffing her head under the pillow with a growl. Clark turns on his side wrapping his arm over his wife's wide-waist, trying to catch a few more Zs.

"COOL IT! I'M ALMOST DONE!"

"YOU'RE WORSE THAN A GIRL AND HURRY UP I HAVE TO PEE!"

Lois growls again at the loud voices echoing in the hall and to their bedroom. Clark lets loose a sleepy grin as he kisses his wife's bare shoulder and hears the growl again, muffled from under the pillow.

"Morning."

Lois pokes her head out, bed-hair tousled wildly around her face. "Is it, already?"

"You're morning." Clark reminds, his heavier frame lifting off the bed.

Lois groans, her face plops into the pillow and she groans louder. "Smallville...."

Clark smiles sympathetically, no more words needed to be said, he already knew. The perks of being married to someone you were so in sync-ed with. "Alright, I'll get them, but I get the foot massage tonight."

"Deal." She says giving a lazy smile mixed with sleep up to him, under her waterfall of messy hair.

He shakes his head and leans over placing a kiss over her hair-covered face before leaving their sanctuary while she snuggles back into the puffy comforter on their king-sized bed.

"JOHN, COME ON I REALLY HAVE TO GO!" Mara screams, holding herself as she does the pee-dance, bouncing and wobbling on her toes.

The door flies open and John stands by the door post, towering high, arms crossed and lips in a smirk. "Really, Mara? I heard you get up from bed in the middle of the night three times."

"Soooo...." Mara draws out, and pushes against his body for him to move. "I have to go again, now get out the way."

John rolls his eyes and ruffles his younger sister's wild curls, laughing as she smacks his hand away with a irritated huff.

"Why do you always have to do that?"

"Because I'm older, it's part of my privileges." He jokes about to go for her head again when she pushes him away.

The door slams in his face and he just smiles and shrugs, whistling as he walks to his his room. "Good morning to you, too."

~S~

Clark steps in the darkened room, a lullaby still playing from a intricate music box as it shines stars and moons on the walls. The beautiful colors swirling around to the peaceful melody; a night-light gift to help the twins sleep. A Kryptoninan gift.

He walks over to the cribs, not surprised to see them lacking the two small packages inside. With a sigh of his shoulders, he heads to the closet, opening it wide to see the two curled on the floor with their blankets like pups in a basket.

"What is with you two and closets?" Clark mused to himself with a wide smile and wonders if it had anything to do with the fact that they were conceived in a closet.

He laughs quietly to himself at the thought and watches as the two bundles stir, rubbing tiny fists into their sleep-sealed eyes as the sunlight from their drawn windows pour upon them.

"Dawdy?" Laurel whimpers in a groggy voice, kicking her tiny feet in protest. "Me sweepy."

Clark leans over blowing a rasberry on her cheek and smiles as she softly giggles. "Sorry, cupcake, you can take a nap over gramps' and grams'."

"No plawy wit Swelby!" Jor'dan cries up kicking his short, chubby legs.

"Yea!" Laurel jumps in excitedly, having a change of mind at the mention of the beloved pet.

Clark sighs at their constant shift in mind and tickles their stomachs until they squeal. "Ok, but first I need to get you two dressed, then you can play with Shelby."

"No!" The two stubborn toddlers shout in unison. "Plawy Swelby!"

"Perfect." Clark groans, his hand wiping down his face. "How does Lois do this again?"

~S~

I wanted to sleep, if just to stay in his arms for a bit longer. Dreams, at least there I was free to be me, to show him the real me without any consequences. Without fear.

But yet, no matter how alluring the dream begged to be stayed in, something was pulling me out. And I so didn't want out...

Ellen's face scrunches at the sun sprinkling over her eyes from the blinds, trying desperately to hold onto sleep--but the battle was a loosing one. The fog of blissful unconsciousness makes way to it's opposing force and blues open to meet the waiting world. Her waiting life.

She jumps with fright as a clear picture of a little boy cuts through the blur of her focus, his boyish-blue eyes starring blankly at her as if he was watching paint dry.

He's just standing there watching me sleep? God, he can be so strange!

"Sammy, what's going on? Are you ok?" Ellen asks her little brother, as she flops her head back to the pillow controlling the thud in her chest.

He says nothing, stands there, straight dark hair in his face, but sticks his small hand out to her. Clasped in his fingers is a small 'Hello Kitty' Band-Aid.

She raises her brow in confusion taking it from his hand carefully like some sacred, important note. "What is this fo-"

Sammy's small legs rushes him from her bedroom before she can finish her question, leaving her jaw gaped-open and hating mornings even more.

She snaps her jaw close and stares at the open door with a sigh. So what is it for?--Boys! Bad enough they have to be so difficult when they're older.

Ellen throws herself back onto her bed, hoping to return back to her much wanted dreams--Knock, Knock.

No such luck! Ellen groans as she lifts herself up on her elbows to see her father peaking his head in.

"Morning, Ellen. You up?" Clark greets his daughter, his warm smile dimpling his cheeks. He so wants something....

Nope, daddy, I'm leaning on my elbows because this is how I sleep.

She falls back to the bed, with a roll of her eyes, covers her arms over her face and replies. "No." I'm so not a morning person.

"Wake up, please. I need help with the twins, El."

Here we go...Being the oldest girl sucks!

~S~

Ellen's POV

So with fluffy slippers and pajamas, bad morning breath and my straight-hair looking like I got tumbled in the dryer I walk the short distance down the hall to the twins' room. Where apparently a silent bomb went off or a tornado escaped from Smallville and only hit their room.

I could feel one side of my lips curl up into a smirk as I surveythe mass of 'little people' clothes scattered all over the entire area of the nursery like a disorgnaized rainbow.

Daddy is so helpless at times. Even if he is Superman. I laugh at the thought and shake my head.

Right in the middle of the disaster zone are the torturers themselves, all giggles and spinning around with shirts over their faces. Daddy is on his knees, a hold of Jor'dan in one hand and a pair of toddler denim-blue jeans in the other.

Jor'dan pulls a shirt over his eyes, blinding himself but still jumps in place with his hands carelessly at his hips. "Luk Me Bawtman!"

I couldn't help but giggle at the reference to our uncle and the playful, sour expression that crosses our dad's face as he looks down at his son.

"Traitor." Clark says to Jor'dan but he only laughs having no idea what the word even means.

"Me suwper gurl!" Laurel shouts, rushing up to me and into my arms.

I smile, tormentor or not, she's cute and my sister as I place her on my hips, which I wish wasn't so wide--sigh. "Whoa! Aunt Kara better watch out."

"Wut you, El?" She asks me and my face drops for a moment as the question catches me off guard.

......I really don't know.

All smiles again I just shrug and kiss her petite nose. "I'm....just me, I guess."

Daddy's face, I can't help notice, is subtly filled with concern. I look over to him and his face quickly brightens up, a forced smile, for my benefit? As if I wouldn't notice the look.

Yea, that's right daddy, your 'little' girl isn't liking her life as a half-breed. Ugggggh!

But I let it drop, I know he'll probably talk to me about it later--A later which I'm hoping never comes. And I focus my attention back to the 'mini-me' of my mom, Laurel. From the hazel eyes to the constantly in trouble attitude, she was the devil of the two and Jor'dan definitely tookafter daddy at being the saint. Though, don't let his good-nature fool you because he was definitely his mother's son as well, both sugar and spice and hardly anything nice.

Where he was abundant in his quiet, tepid demeanor he made up for being stubborn as a wad of gum stuck in hair. Thankfully I only had one twin to deal with since daddy was taking care of Jor'dan, not to well, I might add. Since when did purple shirts with unicorns become popular for little boys to wear?

"Umm, dad, I think that's Laurel's shirt?" I snicker and watch his face drop as he finally notices. I wonder what gave it away, the shirt being a girlie-purple or the fact that it had pink unicorns on the front?

"Bud, you have your sister's shirt on." Daddy tells Jor'dan and a glare deepens in the toddler's rebellious hazel eyes.

Uh-oh, this isn't gonna be pretty. I smile widely at the incoming storm. Hey, I have to have some kind of enjoyment after the interruption of my blissful sleep.

"Sow." Jordan snips defensively in his baby-voice as he crosses his hands over his stomach like that would keep 'his' shirt from being taken off. "I waana ware."

"So?" Daddy mimics, his face the one of all parents when they find out their child has a mind of their own and won't always do as you say.

Even going so far as to snap back in protest--Little Angels they really aren't. And the look on daddy's face said it all 'When did this happen?'

Yea, he could be clueless at times, but he was trying, being Superman didn't give you much breathing room to be a father. But despite that, he was still the world's best daddy, even if he wasn't showing his A-game at the moment. I chuckle, it was bubbling and I tried not to let it out but it slipped and now he was giving me a glare and I didn't know whether to giggle more or feel reprimanded.

"So." He scolds the toddler, going for the shirt that didn't belong to him. "You can't wear it, it's your sister's and it's a girl's shirt."

"I WAANA WARE!" Jor'dan shouts so loud that the windows in the room crack like veins and I almost drop Laurel to the floor--two inches from the floor when I caught her-- trying to cover my ears, luckily daddy covered his mouth before any worse damage could be done.

~S~

Jor'dan sat swinging his legs happily from his booster-chair, the purple shirt with pink unicorns showed proudly from his little torso and right next to him, Laurel didn't fair any better. But at least she was in her right sex choice for clothing, I huffed to myself, I did try.

How did mom do this?

Though, I think gram might talk to mommy about how pink-tutus and yellow rain-boots are not the latest fashion. Or laugh hysterically and take tons of pictures to show off on her myspace account of 'the worlds greatest grandkids'. She has precisely over one-thousand pics and counting, Gram just has too much fun when she watches the twins, makes me wish I was their age again--wishful sigh of being a baby again.

~S~

Clark looks at his daughter then back at his youngsters and shakes his head at their state of dress. "Your mom is going to kill me."

"Well at least it isn't plaid." Ellen jokes, her laugh turns to a cough at the glare he gives her.

"I think your mom would rather it were plaid then this!" Clark exasperates, pointing his fingers at the toddlers who just mimic his gesture back and giggle wildly. "Jor'dan is cross-dressing and Laurel looks like she can perform 'Swan Lake' in the rain!"

He groans slapping his hand over his face and peeks between his fingers to Ellen. "You think I can get away with it, if I quickly super-speed them to the grandparents'?"

"I wouldn't bank on it dad, I'm still waiting for the moment mom sees their pics on the net." She laughs and downs some orange juice from the carton. "She always checks gram's myspace to see what she missed with the twins."

"Damn mom and her photography classes!" He growls to himself forgetting where he was and spins around at the 'Oooooooooooohs' coming from the twins behind him.

"Dawdy say bad wurd!" Laurel scolds using her best facial impression of her mom, which was too funny along with her dad cursing for Ellen to handle and she chokes on the orange juice she was swallowing, it squirting from her nose and mouth as she chokes and laughs at the same time.

"It's not a bad word!" He says in a panicked voice trying to cover his mistake. "You know a damn, well!"

The twins stare at him like he lost it, one brow raised while the other lowered as their older sister was nearly on the floor crying out in tears with laughter at their tongue-tied father who was getting his words all mixed up and not even realizing it.

Clark shakes his head running his fingers through his thick locks. "You don't know a damn."

"Is!" Ellen screamed correcting him through her gut-wrenching laughs. "You're missing the words 'what' and 'is' in that sentence, dad."

He redden at the words he just said to his little ones and in Clark Kent fashion tried to fix it. "A damn is good! It holds back water, lots of water, and is used for electricity that gives us lights."

The twins eyes went up in the direction as he pointed to the sky lights in the ceiling and then smiled at each other, widely.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" They squealed in unison, little hands clapping against the tray of thier booster seats as they reapeated it over and over, happy to know a new word.

"No, you're wrong." Ellen spoke mocking her dad as she stood next to him, horror written on his face. "Mom's gonna castrate you."

"With her mouth and I"m the one who gets them to say their first inappropriate word." Clark groans helplessly with a tilt of his head in his hand.

Sammy walks in the middle of the twins ranting the 'special' word and halts in shock to quickly draw something on his Magic-Doodle pad. He turns it around to his dad and older sister to show a big question mark and points to the twins who are now throwing the word at each other colorfully. While their dad looks like he's going to be sick especially if one chocolate-color haired woman finds out.

"Don't ask."

"This morning is brought to you today by the letter "D", "D" for da-"

"Ellen!"

"What?" She says innocently, shrugging her shoulders. "You let them say it!"

Clark slit his eyes, a sly-knowing smile crosses his lips as a thought comes to him. "Feed the Twins and Sammy. Remember, it's your morning to cook breakfast."

Ellen's face drops as her dad taps her nose before speeding off to grab the twins' bags for their stay over the grandparents. It was her only Kryptonite, a stove and oven!

How dare he? Does he not remember the last time I was left alone in the kitchen!

She spins around to face her waiting siblings, Sammy climbing onto a chair at the kitchen table and the twins using their spoons and forks as drum sticks. Their heads turn to her as stomachs begin to growl but realize she's the one in charge of the food this morning.

Jor'dan and Laurel throw their cartoon character plates to the floor with a protest of 'Yuck!' as Sammy writes the word 'GULP!" on his Magic-Doodle pad.

Ellen rolls her eyes to the ceiling and sighs in annoyance. I hate mornings!

~S~

Fingers tapped impatiently against the laptop on her lap as she huffed out a breath, blowing her bangs from her eyes.

"I've been waiting three months to put that slimeball behind bars, Jimmy, I'm not skipping this case off to Sanders."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of her cell phone before a cautious voice spoke up.

'Lois don't you think you should, you know, given your condition?' You could practically see Jimmy scrunch up at the awaited blast to come from Mad Dog Lane.

"I VERY WELL KNOW WHAT MY CONDITION IS!" She shouts into the phone and place a hand over her belly with a release of breath at the bump inside her tummy.

"Sorry, baby, mommy shouted."

'It's ok.' Jimmy reply, a grin in his voice.

"Not you!"

'Oh.....Ooooh, right.' Lois hears Jimmy clear his voice, she could feel his blush through the phone. 'You were saying?'

"Look, Jimmy, you know as well as I do, that whoever Perry gives this to won't dig deep enough to nail evidence and that crooked bas-"

'Lois! I promised Clark I would watch you on your langague. I let slimeball pass, but that last one is going a bit far. Don't you think?'

Lois closes her eyes and counts to ten, feeling the ebb of her patience flow from her body as she speaks through gritted teeth. "If I had the power to reach through this phone right now, I would strangle you!"

'Lois, I read somewhere hostility isn't good for the baby...'

"Jimmy." She says but he keeps on with his line of conversation. "JIMMY! Clark is coming, I'll call you later!"

Seconds before he comes through the door Lois puts away her cell phone and smile widely as he enters the bedroom, her fingers idly typing away on the keyboard. He cocks a brow, suspicion on his face seeing her not-quite-as-innocent-as-she-thinks-expression.

"Hey, Sweetie. What's up?"

Yea, something is up, alright.

"Lo."

She knew that sound in his voice, the one that said, 'I so know you're up to something, I just don't know what it is.....Yet!'. Her lips curl in a smirk as she goes back to the fluff piece she's writing for the Planet's expanded family section of the paper.

"Smallville, don't give me that tone. It's bad enough that I have to write sappy stories about kitties and puppies for the next four months...."

He bends over placing a kiss to her neck. "Lois, your condition-"

"I'm the one carrying a person inside of me." She huffs out at the constant reminder. "I'm very much aware of my condition!"

"Jimmy called?" Clark asks seeing her cell phone on the bed-side table.

"Umm...." Lois nibbles on her bottom lip. "Where's my babies?"

Clark gulps and hopes she doesn't see his suddenly nervous appearance. "I-I....dropped them off at the folks."

"What? Already?" Lois' brow cocks suspiciously as he turns away from her. "You know I always kiss them off before they go there."

He felt guilty lying and hearing her upset, but the other option was to admit that he wasn't as good as being a parent. He couldn't even get his two toddlers dressed appropriately!

"I'll kiss them for you!" He says quickly and tries to turn away but her hold onto his wrist keeps him from leaving.

"Why in a hurry?" Lois quips giving him a funny look. "Help your pregnant wife down to breakfast and to her other children before they forget they have a mom too."

Lois swings her stiff legs over the side of the bed, pushing her much-rounded self closer to the edge. "I can only imagine what your mom thinks about me or my babies for that matter."

"I can't!" Clark shouts suddenly, he couldn't help her to the kitchen, not with what waited for her there. He hated to lie, but desperate measures called for desperate actions

"What?" Lois watches as he gestures his arms in a flying motion and quickly spins around into his Superman outfit.

"Oh."

"Ah-hem." A small voice comes from their doorway and they turn their heads to see their twelve year old, wide-sneaky lips in a smile and arms folded.

"Does daddy know that Superman is in your bedroom, mommy?" Mara teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ha. You're a riot Short-Stack." Lois deadpans and waves the little girl over. "Come help your mom downstairs. You know I do exist, apparently not to some of my kids."

Clark looks away at the glare Lois directs his way as Mara passes him with a raised brow as she looks from her dad to her mom.

"Why doesn't Superman help you? That is his job." Mara scolds the hero, who gently tugs her pony-tail and leans over to give a chaste kiss on his wife lips.

"I have to go....you know...." Clark rushes out and super-speeds from the room.

Erica's head follows after him and turns around back to her suspicious mommy. "Daddy's acting funny."

"Your father's weird, what can I say?" Lois dismisses with a shrug and leans on her strong daughter as she gets to her feet.

~S~

Ellen's POV

Kids!

I could feel my face becoming permanently etched with a scowl and hoping I don't end up with wrinkles anytime soon. The reason for my face in a death glare, the twins, and gooey oatmeal that covered and stuck to their hair and faces like tinsel on a Christmas tree. But this wasn't pretty.

"Shut up, Sammy." I didn't hear it, but I could feel him chuckle from the table, watching me struggle to 'feed' the twins.

A second later, with a whoosh of wind, daddy...Umm...Superman, was in the kitchen, frantic and about to pull the grays from his hair in panic.

"Ellen!" He shouts and I think a few grays did come out as he pulled at his hair. "I said to feed them, not cover them with food."

"Hey!" I say in a pout and childishly stick my tongue out. "Who can feed animals?"

"Me no awmal! Blaaaaahhh!" Laurel tongue hangs out of her wide mouth toward me and I roll my eyes in disgust at the pile of mushy oatmeal on it.

"Me is! Me dawgy!" Jor'dan chirps and bounces in his toddler chair. "Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Thanks, El. Like I'm not in enough mess with your mom." Daddy complains and I bit my tongue to keep quiet.

Thanks dad, how bout 'Thanks for trying to help'?

I do roll my eyes though and huff as he steps in front of the twins about to take them from their booster seat when they start wailing and whining and makes him take a step back.

"No, we wan dawdy!" Laurel slaps sticky hands onto her tray. "Suwperman no dawdy!"

"But I am!" He mumbles and shakes his head in frustration with a pull of his hands at the spandex like suit. "It's just a costume."

"You no dawdy!" Jor'dan speaks up and points an angry chubby finger at him. "You es Suwperman!"

See, the twins got it in their heads that daddy and Superman are two different people. They can't get past the fact that daddy is still daddy even when he puts on the suit and becomes Superman. They just know that daddy is daddy and Superman is the dude in the red and blue spandex. Dad jokes that they get their blindness from mommy, when she couldn't tell that a pair of glasses was all that was used for a disguise to separate the two.

Just don't mention the joke to mom, she still carries the grudge that dad didn't tell her he decided to become the hero Superman.....What other blue-eyed, dark-haired Kryptonian did she know?

"I'm daddy!" Clark steams and tries to get closer to them but they just cry louder.

"NO!"

"Fine!" He spins in place putting away his suit within the charcoal grey of his business outfit.

"Dawdy!" Jor'dan and Laurel cheers excitedly, hands clapping loudly, as our dad's face just falls at their ignorance.

"Come on." He gathers the two in his arms as they gurgle happily, a rush of wind is the only thing swirling behind as he rushes the two away.

~S~

"PREGNANT WOMAN COMING THROUGH!" Mara shouts as she walks in front of her mom's huge belly. "Come on people move out of the way!"

Lois rolls her eyes but a smile still graces her lips. "Thanks for the announcement sweetie, but you really don't have to shout my arrival."

Mara think about it for a moment, her lips twisted to the side as she taps her chin. "You're right, you're big enough to see by now."

"Thanks, Sweeties." She says through tightly clamped teeth and gives a playful tug to Mara's curls before pushing her toward the kitchen table.

Lois' lips sticks out in a pout as her hormones hit her seeing her twins' toddler booster chairs empty, and wipes at her eyes. "I need a tissue."

"Mom, you're a wreck." Ellen calls from the kitchen chair she's slumped in.

"Wait til you have kids, then you'll see." Lois smirks as she waddles toward the bathroom and as an after thought turns around to her eldest girl. "And it better be a long time from now, I'm still too young to be a grandmother."

Ellen rolls her eyes and laughs as her mom leaves to take another potty break, and so it begins. She turns around in her seat a set glare on her face at the two siblings left.

"Alright so this is how it goes. You're options are toast or eggs. The only two things I can make without burning."

Mara plops her head into her hands, she hated when it was Ellen's day to do breakfast. "Cereal."

"Mara, Cereal isn't one of the options." Ellen whines and looks to her little bother. "Sammy?"

Sammy grabs his magnet pen and his doodle-pad from the table, hand moving as he writes something down. He turns it toward his older sister who groans at the word written.

Cereal.

Ellen growls as she stumps to the Cabernet grabbing two white bowels and spoons and then stomping back in front of them, clanking the glass bowels down onto the table and messily filling them up with Lucky Charms, following with milk.

"Happy?" She snips with steel-harden blue eyes.

Mara nods ethustically while Sammy shows a happy face he's drawn on his doodle-board. "Thank you!"

"Whatever." Ellen grumbles and sulks to the sink to dump the beaten eggs down the garbage disposal.

I'm not that bad of a cook. Give someone food poison one time and they never forget it! Sheesh!

"Where's your mom?"

Ellen jumps and spins around to see their dad in the kitchen looking antsy as he scopes the area to make sure it was mommy-free. He jumps and spins as Lois speaks up from behind him, a curious glance giving to him as she cocks her brow.

"You still here? Take care of...." She finishes her question by gesturing her hands in a flying motion.

Clark gulps and nods as he smiles innocently, knowing he just was on an errand dropping the twins off and their was really no saves to do. "Yea."

"What is wrong with you? You're really acting strange, even for you." Lois chuckles and leans up on her toes to place a kiss on his lips.

He gives an odd chuckle as she walks away to the kitchen table, placing a kiss on Sammy's head and rubbing Ellen's cheek as she greeted them for the morning.

"I-I'm fine." Clark dismisses, not quite able to keep his words straight and her eyes go wide.

"Oh no, what's wrong?" Lois says her hands instinctively go to the precious cargo in her stomach.

Ellen giggles loudly and receives a slight bump from her father and the suspicious look becomes all the more deeper on Lois' face as her hazels go from her daughter who averts her eyes to her husband whose smile was just too wide and too innocent looking.

"Nothing's wrong." He quickly answers to ease her curious mind, which did little to ease in any way.

Lois squared her eyes at him, like she could see right through all the B.S. he was dishing out but before she could comment the phone began to ring.

"I got it!" Ellen speaks up, super-speeding to the phone. "Hello?"

An evil smile crosses her lips as her blue eyes go to her father. "Oh, hi gram!"

Her dad makes a gesture behind her mom's back, his finger slicing over his throat, a warning to keep quiet. But she just smiles wider as she answers her grandmother's questions.

"I'm doing good. Yep." She says to Martha, twirling the cord around her finger as Clark feel like sweat should be pouring from his body, if it could. "Uh-hun, mom's right here. You wana talk to her? Ok, hold on."

Lois walks to the phone as her daughter hands it to her with a curious little giggle her mom couldn't place, and puts the receiver to her ear. Ellen dashes away from her dad who tries to grab her, but she slips away laughing and Lois just raises a questioning brow to the two.

"Hello?"

'Lois, it's mom." Martha's voice comes from the other end, placing a warm smile to the chocolate-haired woman's mouth.

"Hey, Mom, is everything alright? The twins ar-"

'No, no, they're fine. Every-thing's ok.' Martha quickly says and could hear Lois' breath gush out of her in releif. 'But they are the reason that I'm calling, dear.'

"Oh?" Lois spins around to face her nervous husband, who was looking guiltier by the second. "What's wrong?"

'Nothing per-say is wrong, it's just...' Martha sighs as she tries to bring her words out gently. "...I know sometimes life can get a bit...hairy...with so many children to take care of. And I'm here for you Lois, Jonathan and me both are if things get too much to handle...'

Lois' face scrunches up in confusion. "I know and I tha-"

'We're here anytime you need us and with you being pregnant again, I know that emotions and stress can get in the way..."

"Mom, really, it's no pro-"

'Dear, don't interrupt me while I'm trying to talk." She scolds lightly through a chuckle and clears her throat. 'What I'm trying to say is, I understand that it's hard sometimes to control ones own....language....sweetie, but if you're going to explode, try not to do it in front of the twins.'

A dumb expression crosses over Lois' face, she always kept her exploding to a minimal and her kids were only rarely aware of them. "What?"

'They are at an vital age where their brains are just soaking up everything like a sponge.' Martha gives a motherly laugh as if she was speaking to a woman who only had her first child and not one whose been on the merry-go-round six, going on seven times.

Clark gulps and turns red with embarrassment, his ears catching every word, but the spike of fear pounding in his heart comes from the set of glares of Lois' hazel eyes.

"What exactly have my munchkins picked up from me?" Lois speaks through tightly clamped teeth her eyes boring ever deeper into her guilty husband.

Lois could hear as Martha's voice went hushed as she tries to whisper. 'Well...its...the...D-word.'

The twins super-hearing is just too strong, that the tiniest of whisper could be picked up and Lois makes a low groan in her throat from embarrassment as she hears the twins ranting 'Damn! Damn! Damn!' in the background.

'Just try to be a little more careful, dear.' Martha advices and hears Lois' sounds of embarrassment. 'Don't be too hard on yourself. Accidents do happen, ok?'

Lois' hazels shot open, staring death to one man and grits her teeth as she speaks to the woman she saw as a second mom. "Will do."

Clark feels himself backing up with each step as Lois hangs the phone up, her eyes piercing and fiery green as her feet stalk her closer to her beloved, but soon-to-be-dead husband.

"I....Ummm...." Clark stutters, his eyes desperately searching around him for a scape goat but finding nothing but his giggling children.

"I gotta go!" He gestures his hands in a flying motion with a little hop before super-speeding from the house and away from his pissed-off wife.

"Is daddy sleeping with Shelby tonight?" Mara asks knowingly around a mouthful of stars and moon-shaped marshmallow pieces.

Lois' lips twist up in anger as she watch the diminishing flow of air and clouds part as her husband's alter ego, Superman, take to the sky.

"Oh, he's in the doghouse, alright."

To Be Continued....

A/N: Like I said, just a fun piece I'm making of this fic. I hope you guys enjoy anyway and let me know how I did for the first chap. Thanks For Reading! Reviews make me Smile! :)

Next: Chapter 1: Ellen the Secret
Part 2: School Dayz

Meet the Luthor Siblings...Fun at School....Fights.....What's with the "Hello Kitty" Band-Aid Sammy gave?...and find out what exactly Ellen's Secret is.....(I gotta secret...IIII'll never teeeellll hehehe)