A/N: Drum roll........Here it is the final chapter! Yea! My 2nd complete Clois fanfic! Sadly, the end is here.

I want to thank all the fans, old and new, for the reviews, support, words and all that was said, great and bad about this fic. Thank you all so much guys. I had so much fun writing this, and coming up with ideas and thanks for sharing your ideas to help me write out certain scenes.

Special Thanks: First to God, for giving me a writing talent, whether its good or bad. lol. I want to thank LuckyLois for comment about the date, I so wasn't going to write about it but an idea sparked and I ran away with it as usual, so thank you indirectly for the idea lol. Thanks so much to lovinredclark for more then your reviews. Thanks mostly to all the fans and reviews out there.

I hope you guys enjoyed the ride and that the last chapter is the finale you guys were hoping for ;)

Song: Kelly Rowland Unity. (It's beautiful listen to it at The Date part, romantic lol)

It wasn't real.

The voice whispering in her ear. The weight of the body pressing on her as it leaned over. The goosebumps like a flood, rushing into small dots upon her skin.

None of it....it just couldn't be real.

A sharp pain throbbed inside her head, competing with the pain ripping through her heart and she moaned loudly, muffled, into her pillow.

"Mara Kent, are you whining?" The soft tease in her voice was Erica's breaking point.

The child flipped onto her back as the woman sat straight, a warm, loving smile gracing her lips as her hazels held concern and worry for the girl. It wasn't just any woman there causing every muscle to tighten in her body. And cause her heart to speed and stutter in her chest as it wasn't sure if she was really dead or alive.

There with the wavy chocolate strands, the hazels that hers were an exact copy from, sat Lois Lane......her mom!

Erica pushed back into the bed as if suddenly on one of those anti-gravity rides that pushed you back against your seat with such force that it was even hard to breath let alone try to move or lift your hand. She felt exactly like that, unable to breath, unable to move....only her eyes seemed not to be in the push of force as they widened with shock at the woman sitting inches from her.

Lois reached out instinctively, hand on Erica's forehead as she paled further from her mom's touch on her skin.

"Sweetie, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" Lois' voice demanded as a rush of fear speared through her.

"You're not real." Erica's hoarse voice crept from her mouth.

"Wha-"

Lois was interrupted, her head turning behind her and only Erica's eyes moving toward the loud, frustrated groan that came from the doorway inside her bedroom.

"Is she still complaining about that stupid bump she got on her head over Aunt Chlo's house?"

A teen a few years older then herself was standing against her open door, arms folded and a slight bored expression on her face. She was tall, thin, hair unnaturally straight passed her shoulders....but what captivated Erica was her eyes. They were blue, and if not for the ironed out hair, she would look exactly like.....her dad!

Erica sucked in a sharp breath, painfully hard at the girl standing there, lips pursed, arms folded. She knew that attitude alright. It had Lane written all over it, but none could match that of her mom's. Lois' slitted eyes and upturned lips in a half smirk still sent chills through Erica, in full blown shock.

"Ellen, you're sister is hurt." Lois reprimanded, eyeing the now squirming teen down. "You guys forget that you're not quite invincible. Now, be nice."

SISTER?! This had to be some kind of dream.

Erica's hazel's shot over to the girl, her sister, in complete disbelief and she felt as her body was pressed even harder into the bed as gravity seem to go a notch or two heavier. Under her mom's scolding eyes the teen girl seem to look shameful and repented as her shoulders slumped forward in sorrow.

"I-Is she ok?" She asked in real concern before seeing her sister awake and not looking quite herself. "The bump is hardly noticeable, you know? It'll be gone in a few hours."

The girl gave a big reassuring smile and with that smile she looked more than ever like her dad standing there trying to make her feel better. Erica was too stunned to move, her mind too fried for any thought process to be possible.

She could only manage to mutter out in shock. "I don't have a sister."

Lois' head snapped to the girl as Ellen's jaw dropped wide open. "Mara did you knock your brains out when you hit your head?"

"Ellen!" Lois scolded and would have said more but before she could Erica jumped to her knees on the bed in a ball of fury.

"You don't call me that! Don't ever call me that!" She yelled temper spilling and eyes burning with tears. "My name is Erica! Only mom can call me that!"

She stood there on her knees, chest heaving as she sucked in air to her shaky body while Ellen and her mother gave her weird looks like they weren't too sure about her mental status. Tears finally dropped from her eyes at the feel of her mom's hands clasping around her wet cheeks.

"Sweetie." Her smile was warm and patient as she tired to figure things out. "Has your father been telling you about your birth story again?"

"Do you think memory lapses are inherited?" Ellen asked in dramatic curiosity. "Oh my God what if I'm next?!"

Ellen looked away at the warning glare Lois gave her, then giving her attention back to her unsure daughter and chuckled softly.

"I'm glad your father convinced me not to name you after my favorite actress." She tapped Erica's nose before placing a kiss to her forehead. "I love your name."

Erica pushed back some, eyes wide. "But my name is Erica Mara Kent, it's always been that way."

"Nice ring to it." Lois' eyes furrowed at her confused child, and slowly shook her head as if it would make her understand better. "No, Short-Stack, you're name is Mara Chloe'Lu Kent."

She shrugged at the raised brow Erica gave. "What can I say, both your Aunties wouldn't have let me rest if I didn't place their namesake on you. Sorry."

Erica took her words in and shook her head as she tried for another explanation. "Bu-But....I'm...I'm the only child?"

"You wish." Ellen smirked.

Lois was getting terrified thinking she hit her head a little too hard and was worrying about all kinds of damage that could happen, half-Kryptonian or not. She watched with a worried expression as Erica rubbed at her head with pain and frustration that things weren't making sense.

"The portal!" Erica brows pressed together in a hard knot as old memories started to make way for new ones. "What about the portal....and....and traveling to the past?"

"Oookaaay." Lois dragged out in a patronizing voice and turned her body to the open door.

Things were not right and this was very serious as thoughts of Erica suffering a worse blow to the head than what was thought before, raged in her mind.

"Clark! I need you!" Lois called for her husband and turned back to her daughter with motherly concern, hand pressing against her head as if she could feel what was wrong inside.

Seconds later with a slight disturbance of wind, the man she was familiar with, dark curls flaked with peppered-strands and sporting the Kent grin appeared in the hallway. In tow and attached like a shadow was a little boy a few years younger than Erica.

Who is that, now? Erica's heart was pounding, things were really getting crazy and fast.

His hair was straight, chocolate like her mom's but his eyes were blue like her dad's, on a chubby, little, round face anyone would find adorable. He had to be at least six or five, given his height, but he looked young enough to even be four. Erica's lips fought to either break out in a huge smile or gape open in surprise at the little boy that looked so much like her mom despite the blue eyes.

"Yea, Lo?" Clark asked ignoring the insistent little tugs on his casual Polo shirt from the small boy.

"Mara needs a CAT Scan. Or should I say, Erica?" Ellen supplied and looked down to the boy who tugged on her hand a few times.

Knowing what he wanted, she scooped him up, placing him on her bony hip as he cupped his hands and whispered into her ear.

She shrugged to his question of concern about their sister. "Beats me, Sammy."

"Erica?" Clark inquired, a puzzled look on his face as he looked from his wife to his curled-hair daughter kneeling in bed, looking on the verge of hysterics.

"What's going on?"

"Ma'wa bump head!"

A squeal of laughter erupted from the sliding closet doors as they flew open and two bounding toddlers playfully popped into view. Each wearing a piece of garment from Erica's closet on their head as they laughed and twirled around to show it off.

One of the toddlers, a little boy, spoke up next. "She fall down and go BOOM!"

He showed the boom part by jumping once in place, shaking the entire house as if it was hit by a mini-earthquake and laughed hysterically at the little stunt he performed. A few car alarms close by screamed out their protest to the disturbance the Boom made. His sister....his TWIN sister....showed her approval by laughing and clapping wildly in amusement.

Her tiny, dark, bouncy curls, swaying around her baby-doll face, contrasting with the hazel green of her eyes. A duplicate of her brother's hazel eyes, but the boy rug-rat had naturally straight hair that was a lighter brown compared to his sister. Twins because they were around the same height, age and mostly because they had the same mischievous look that her mom sported at times.

Lois tilted her head at the youngsters, a soft scold on her face. "How many times must mommy tell you, no Booms in the house, Jor'dan El Kent?"

Erica fell to her bottom, back on her heels. She didn't know how much more she could take, given the pounding headache vibrating worse and worse with each passing minute in her head and the new reality she was in. She raised her eyes back to the little boy standing a few inches in front of her mom now.

Another one of her siblings?!

His little bottom lip perked out and trembled as his face fell into a sad expression. "Sawy, mommie."

Erica was too busy watching her mom lean forward to wrap her arms around the toddler boy in a hug and whisper that, 'it was ok and he was forgiven'. She didn't notice as the other, little toddler girl, the one that looked so much like her when she was around that age, climbed the bed and into her lap.

Her tiny palms pressed into Erica's cheeks pushing them up, until they looked puffy. The little girl's hazel eyes studying her intenly as if she could tell something was wrong with her big sister.

"Ma'wa, you otay?" Her ity-bity voice asked, and sounded like she was going to cry as she turned her head around to her mom for help when Erica wouldn't answer.

"Mommie, Ma'wa, otay?"

Erica was taken back by the concern in the baby-child's voice, and it soften the shock some that she had siblings now. That something through the past changed, and now, she had brothers and sisters! It was so weird and so awesome at the same time for someone who'd been the only child for twelve lonely years of her life!

"Wow, you guys too?" The words slipped from Erica's mouth before she could censor them.

Clark shared a fearful, knowing look with his wife and stepped into the room, his long strides taking him to Erica's side. He placed his finger under her chin to tilt it up so he could have better access to her hazel orbs.

"Princess, look at me." He said, voice deep and filled with the worry that marred his face. "Who am I?"

"Daddy." She answered without hesitation and smiled widely. "Clark Kent, aka Superman, but mainly my dad."

Clark returned the smile, Lois gave a slight sigh of relief as he ruffled Erica's hair before the worried look return to make his face look older than what it was. His eyes going from Erica to the little one waiting patiently in her lap to be acknowledged. Her big round, shiny hazels still held the intent gaze as it roamed fiercely over her older sister's face.

"Who's that in your lap?" Her dad asked, his blues returning back to her, imploringly.

The toddler bounced on her legs and squealed excitedly as she wanted to hear her name come from Erica's mouth. Nothing else at that moment would calm the little squirming ball down, but it wasn't going to happen either, because she just couldn't name the girl.

Erica looked at the child, eyes scanning every inch and finding her mother in every nook and cranny as well as herself if she came out looking like her mom instead of her dad. She willed herself to remember, she willed herself to know the little girl that held her instantly around her tiny, little finger. Yet nothing broke through, no clue pushed past the insistentstabbingpain torturing her brain cavity.

"I-I....don't know. I can't remember." Erica finally said with a defeated sigh and looked up to her frowning father.

Erica turned her hazels to the sad little girl in her lap as a few sniffles caught her sensitive hearing. She was crying, large droplets from glassy eyes and rubbing tiny fists against them to wipe away the spills down her rosy cheeks.

"Ma'wa no wember?" The girl's voice trembled, and broke with a few hiccups and sobs.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Erica instantly had the girl pressed into her chest with a tight hug. "I didn't mean to forget...I just...can't."

"Maybe we should take her to Bruce's lab to see Dr. Stiller." Lois suggested, a look, a plea, to her husband. He'd been in the business of healing the heroes long before any of the children were born, and the only one in the world they trusted with their lives as well as the lives of their children.

At that moment another disturbance of air, a gust of wind, pushed at loose locks as a boy, a teen, a foot or so shorter then her dad appeared in the door way in a hurry. His lighter brown hair thick and wavy, hazel eyes curious and a bit scared. He had her dad's strong features, but the appearance he received was from her mom....their mom.

"What did I miss?" He asked, surveying the group of his family that were all eyes on him. Especially a pair of big, round, wide-opened ones.

"Oh, nothing. You're only a day late, John." Ellen smirked with a roll of her eyes to the eldest child.

"I had to escape the rest of the family. They all wanted to check out what was going on, but I told them I would."

He glared his eyes and gave a slight nudge with his elbow to her ribs, moving her just slightly. Sammy dropped to his feet from Ellen's arms before the two really got started and became his father's shadow once more. A loud, deep clearing of their father's throat brought them to a stop from their childish bickering.

"Whoa! How many more are there?!" Erica yelped out as yet another member of her immediate family made themselves known.

"This is all of us, Mara. Minus the Aunts, Uncles, cousins and friends." Lois replied gently, praying something would register. Her eyes scanned over all of her children before settling back to her Short-Stack. "Don't you remember?"

John gave a quick nudge to Ellen's side. "What's up?"

"Mara can't remember everything, especially us....She thinks her name is Erica and that she's the only child." Ellen whispered back as she caught him up on the details.

"Really?" John asked, the same worried expression crossing his face.

Ellen nodded sadly, hugging her arms tightly around her thin body. "Mom thinks she must have really hit her head hard over at aunt Chlo's."

"What the hell was she doing?" He gasped in sharply at the blow Ellen scored in the ribs for his foul language.

"You know how Mara is. When doesn't she find herself in some type of trouble?"

Erica flew upright to her knees again, face boiling with rage making her baby sister scramble into Lois' arms in fear.

"Stop talking about me! I can hear you, ya know?!" She shouted and rubbed furiously at her throbbing temples. "My name is Erica! I am the only child...."

She looked around her in confusion, at each of her brothers and sisters that looked too much like her and her parents to be denied. "Well...I was...the only....child."

Erica groaned, hands pressing against her skull trying to make the hurt go away. "Uhhhh, this isn't making any sense. I don't remember any of you!"

"I'm calling Dr. Stiller." Clark announced, already pushing the button for the number on speed dial.

"NO!" Erica complained shaking her achy head.

While Lois went into Military mode, dishing out orders to the elder children. "John, pull the car around from the garage...."

"No!" Erica muttered the word no one would listen to.

"....Ellen take the twins to their room and then come back here to pack some clothes for Mara..."

"No!"

Lois continued to give orders, as Clark spoke on the phone to the Dr, her hands grabbing Erica's wrist and trying to pry her hands from her head with only human strength. Erica's arms wouldn't budge as she squeezed her fingers through her thick curls in wrenching pain.

"No!"

"Please, Sweetie, we need to get you some help." Lois begged, her voice on the verge of sobs.

"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Erica cried out, tears streaming down her face. "It hurts! Please make the pain go away!"

"Clark!" Lois chocked out, her voice strangled to see her child in so much agony.

Instantly in a rush of wind he was by his daughter's side about to pick her up when she flew back against the bed, kicking her legs wildly at the searing pain. It felt like pieces of her brain were being ripped out while a hot needle plunged into the soft tissues to sew in new ones. Ones she should know in this time....

She gritted her teeth, jaw in a tight knot as she rode the burning pain in her mind that didn't seem to have an end. While memories of her mom dying, bright, swirling portals, and traveling to the past were plucked from her head and replaced with memories of growing up with her mother, father and siblings. Those all around her filled the empty void like a fast forward through a life-long movie.

Her entire new life flashed before her eyes in dizzying speeds. Flash after flash, the colored pictures came with remembrance and hued emotions attached to the living images....

Like as if the pain never existed, all at once, it was gone. Leaving the girl in a soothing blackness behind tightly closed eye-lids and her once trembling body slacked with the release from pain. The tension lines eased from her face and gave way to a placid, serene picture one that gave nothing away of being in pain a few seconds ago.

Her breathing steadied, the up and down rhythm of her chest wasn't rushed anymore, but was like a lazy wave crashing against golden sand. Lois couldn't take the wait any longer and with the baby girl tucked in her other arm, she reached out to gently smooth her fingers down Mara's cheek to gage some kind of reaction.

"Mara, Sweetie." She whispered lightly and felt the girl stir under her fingertips.

Mara protested, moving her head side-to-side and groaned groggily as she turned to her side. "M-ooo-oom, five mooorrre miiiinuuuutes."

Lois' brows were drawn together as she looked up to Clark, she didn't know what to think and from the expression on his face, he was on the same boat as well. He nodded his head toward Mara for Lois to continue to wake her up and see where this would go.

Lois nodded back before turning to her sleeping girl and rubbed her palm softly against their daughter's back to rouse her. "Short-Stack, it's morning, time to get up."

Mara groaned more as she fought against wanting to go back to sleep and actually do what her mom was ordering her to do. It wasn't as if she was even tired. She was too excited and wired to even think about sleeping. Being over her uncle Bruce and auntie Chloe's house....mansion....to spend a few nights with her cousins were awesome. Sleep was the farthest thing on her mind....until, she hit her head. Hard.

Mara winced internally at the memory and lazy reached up to touch the knot that should have given any other kid a major concussion or skull fracture....if they weren't half Kryptonian, that is. Though, the size did go down a great deal and seemed to be getting smaller as it healed quickly.

"Ouch." Mara mumbled feeling the small, painful, lump.

Her long lashes fluttered and hazels peaked through slitted lids before opening fully. A smile crossed her lips, seeing her mom sitting there, her little sister in her arms, but the smile quickly disappeared when everyone else of her family came into view. Mara sat up in a startled motion, but her dad's large hand on her shoulder kept her steady.

Mara's stomach bottomed out seeing everyone there, standing around her as if something was wrong. "What's going on? Is everyone ok?"

She tried to scramble from the bed, but Clark kept a firm hold. "Gramps? Gram?"

"Calm down, Princess." Her dad pushed her down until she was sitting on her bottom again. "They're downstairs..."

He continued, seeing she was about to go into a round of naming everyone in their family and extended family. "Everyone is fine, they're all downstairs for breakfast and the person we're worried about is you."

"Me?" Mara looked from her mom's cautious face to her dad's reassuring one. "What did I do?"

His eyes were squinted as if he was thinking but she knew he was using his x-ray vision on her and it made her feel weirded-out even though she was use to the idea. Just not use to it being used on her and not knowing why either.

She watched curiously as her brothers and sisters stayed quiet in the background, the two oldest behind her parents. Ellen holding Jor'dan on her hip, John beside her while Sammy was at his usual spot next to their dad like a lost puppy. He was only six, but everyone hoped that he would break that habit before he got older, especially her dad. As well as lose his whisper talk he did with everyone, afraid of anyone hearing him talk out loud. He was shy like daddy, too.

While her mommy held the other twin, who looked tearful and scarred as she starred at Mara with a trembeling bottom lip. Mara watched with calculating hazel eyes as her dad looked at her mom, and her mom asked a question without words, using her deep hazels and facial expression and her dad just shook his head.

Ok, she was getting scared now.

"Words please!" Mara exasperated, rearing up on her knees at the fact that they weren't telling her anything.

Clark gently pushed her back down to her bottom. "Nothings wrong."

"Then why aren't you guys speaking and stop with the looks at each other?" Mara grumbled, looking helplessly to her parents with tightly folded arms.

Clark gestured to her with his head and Lois released the little girl, giving a slight nudge for her to go to Mara. She did so hesitantly and went into Mara's open, waiting arms and soon was in a bout of giggles and squeals as Mara tickled her tiny ribs and tummy. Lois and Clark watched with affection as their girls played, smiles graced their faces but they weren't sure just yet.

Mara seemed like herself, but they wanted to be absolutely sure she was ok. Clark placed his hand on Mara's head, rubbing her hair softly and bringing her questioning hazel eyes up to his blues as her baby sister calmed down in her lap to stare at their father too.

Clark looked down at the baby before returning his gaze. "Who are you holding?"

Mara gave him a 'duh' look and one that showed she was highly confused too. "Laurel"

"Kryptonian name?" Lois asked, needing more of a reassurance as she bit nervously on her bottom lip.

She felt like she was being tested on something very important but failed to understand what. "Laura-El."

Her mom gave her a huge smile, she must have passed, but then turned to her father with a worried expression. "I think we still should take her to see the doctor."

"What? Why?" Mara whined and threw herself on her back onto the bed. "I just bumped my head, I'm fine!"

"Just a quick check." Lois suggested.

"Mooo-oom!" Mara sat up, a pout on her face. "Everyone is here and it's Saturday!"

"It won't take long, I promise."

"Dancing and breakfast! Come on!" Mara complained at her unmoving mom.

"Mara Chloe'Lu Kent." Lois scolded as her elder brother and sister laughed then quieted down at the glare thrown their way.

"Uuhhhhh!"

"Clark, you're daughter is being difficult!" Lois said between clamped teeth, and glared up at him.

Her father gave a knowing chuckle and bent over to place a kiss on her mother's forehead. "No, I think it's the hormones talking, Lo."

Clark went to kiss her lips and she moved away, a steel glare set in her eyes. He should have known better then to mention hormones to her when she was pissed, especially during this sensitive time. When was he going to learn?

He captured her chin despite the fear of her biting his hand off and pressed his lips firmly over hers, kissing her until a breath hitched in her lungs and the younger kids made giggly sounds and the older ones just gagged or made chocking noises at their parents display of affection for each other.

Lois' cheeks were pink when he pulled back, just as breathless as her, he loved the way she was so much more easily affected by him. His grin was slow and cocky but reassuring when he spoke to ease her easily-upsetting-nerves. His blues held her attention as his hand traced around her swollen lips from their kiss.

"She's fine." He stated firmly. "I checked her head, no fractures, no damage. Perfectly fine."

"You're sure?" She asked nervously, her eyes flicking to Mara whose expression held boredom and annoyance for her mom's over-protective, motherly concern.

Clark smiled, yea she was a bundled of frayed nerves, and a damn full of emotions around these times and he couldn't help but adore and find her cute at these moments. It was a big contrast compared to her guarded feelings at times when she was back to being just Lois, the one who needed to be tough and strong all the time. It was just nice to see the feelings she could easily display so readily during this period.

But either way, it didn't really matter to him, he loved her anyway he could have her.

"Yes." One word and she fully settled down at the sound of his assured voice.

She smiled over to Mara and pushed a few unkempt curls from her daughter's face. "Ok, I guess.....we don't need to see the doctor after all. But the slightest strange thing from you again, young lady, and your butt is there. Even if I have to tie you down myself with a chain made of kryptonite."

Clark winced at his wife's words, his kids were lucky not to have the side effect of being allergic to the green meteorite, it just weakened them, taking their powers away. Mara cheered and shouted as she bounced on her bottom on the bed with Laurel then paused.

"Wait? What strange thing did I do?" Mara asked curiously.

Her father shook his head and rubbed her hair roughly until she pushed his hand away as he laughed. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Mara squared her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. "You guys always keep the good stuff away."

"Well, if we're done here, my stomach is calling for some of grams' breakfast." Ellen announced and rubbed her hand over her stomach before handing Jor'dan El to John and walked from the room to the right.

Her body sped quickly in the opposite direction, suddenly, as a sound caught her ear. "My cell phone ringing!"

"It's probably her boyfriend calling!" John yelled after her, teasingly.

She sped back to appear in the doorway and stuck her tongue out at her brother before super-speeding off again to her bedroom. John rolled his eyes and sped-off with Jor'dan in his arms in the direction of the kitchen where the rest of their family waited as patiently as they could to hear what was going on.

"Boyfriend?" Clark's jaw ticked at the thought of his fifteen year-old dating. "When did this happen?"

Lois gave a pointed look and tugged his hand to rein in his temper. "Ellen knows she can't date yet, it's just probably one of her girlfriends."

If they only knew, and 'knew' who it was. Mara snickered to herself and looked away from her parents as their eyes came to her like they heard her thoughts.

Sammy climbed onto the bed, his boyish curls flowing into his eyes as he leaned over to Mara's ear and whispered. "Welcome Back."

Mara gave her brother, Sam, a funny look, he was a weird one at times, and sometimes she felt he knew more about things then he lent on.

She rubbed his hair back from his eyes and smiled. "Thanks, Sammy."

He climbed back down and went to his dad's side, holding onto the tail of his dad's shirt as he helped their mom up to her feet from off the bed. Lois moaned as her heavier body settled into the new position and Clark's arm around her shoulder kept her from teetering over.

Mara's eye went wide as she took in her mom's rounded belly, that hung heavy and big in front of her. All the weight her mom carried seem to go to her stomach, yea she was a bit chubby in the face and sometimes her hands and feet would swell up, but she kept in shape for being pregnant.

"What? Do I look like a whale yet?" Lois teased hoping the shocked look on Mara's face wasn't because she forgot about the unborn member of the family as well. When really she knew, they all knew about it, going on five months now.

Her daughter gave a wide smile as she shook her head. "You're beautiful, mommy!"

Lois' heart hitched, and she felt tears behind her eyes. Damn her emotions, they were running a muck on her! But she happily endured it all for each and everyone of her children, she wouldn't change a thing.

"I know what it is!" Mara shouted excitedly as she bounced on her bed nearly throwing Laurel from her lap who clung tightly.

"It's a girl, I know." Lois said and looked to Clark. "Your father told me already."

"What's her name going to be?" Mara asked after sticking her tongue out at her dad.

"I don't know, buuuut...." Lois dragged out and Clark gave her a suspicious look. "I was thinking about, maybe, Erica?"

"Lo, we went over this." Clark groaned wiping his hand down his face as his kids chuckled.

"I know but you have to admit, Erica Kent is a cute name." Lois pleaded, a silly pout on her face. "Besides we don't have anymore family names to bestow on our kids."

"There's cousins." Clark defended weakly.

"Smallville, we don't know any other cousins." Lois glared.

"Doesn't mean we can't find one to name her." Clark tapped her rounded belly and Lois smacked his finger away.

"I'm naming her Erica."

Clark laughed and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, despite the girth of her stomach. "We'll see what we'll call her."

"Yes we will." Lois challenged back playfully and took in the kiss her husband graciously placed on her waiting lips.

The remaining kids laughed and the two broke apart at Sammy's insistent tugs on his dad shirt as he looked up with pleading eyes.

"Alright, Sammy, up you go." Clark smiled and snuggled his nose into his son's neck until he giggled.

Lois bent over and retrieved Laurel from Mara's lap placing her in Clark's free arm. "Take my kids to eat some of your mom's wonderful food."

"Your kids?" Clark snorted playfully and cocked his brow. "I think I'm entitled some claim to them. I did help make them after all."

Lois tinted and smiled widely at his teasing and the wink he gave her and just because he could never get enough, he bent over to her, capturing her mouth in another savory kiss before letting her go to take their kids down to breakfast with the rest of the family.

Mara bounced from the bed speeding into some clean clothes and about to head out the door in a much ore normal pace when her mom caught her arm and brought her to stand before her. Lois wrapped her hands around the girl's face and ran them through her curly locks as she studied her hazels eyes for any sign of warning that something still might be wrong.

"You're doing it again." Mara said, breaking her mom's concentration. "You're smothering."

"Tough." Lois looked over the lump on her rambunctious daughter's head. "I can't help it, I'm a mom, and a pregnant one too."

"Dad says it cuz of your horm-" The set in her mom's eyes made her mouth clamp shut before she could finish.

Lois let out a breath and softened her face. "Are you sure every thing's fine, Short-Stack?"

Mara let out an exasperated sigh and gave her mom a pointed look. "Yes!"

"Ok. Ok." Her mom called defeat but couldn't help but continue to stroke her fingers through her hair. "I love you."

"Love you too, mommy." Mara smiled loving the feel of her mom's fingers combing through her curls.

"Always?"

Mara feigned thinking it over. "Maybe."

Lois attacked her sides with her fingers until she was laughing hard and squirming to get away. "Yes! Yes! Always!"

She leaned over capturing her in a tight hug, a part of Mara didn't want to ever let go and she didn't know where that came from, but she hugged back not wanting it to end as she kept her mom in her embrace a little while longer.

"I'm not going to disappear if you let go." Lois joked playfully.

"You promise?" Mara hopped her mom couldn't hear the tears in her voice and wiped her face in her mom's hair to dry her wet eyes.

She really didn't know what got into her, but the feeling of lost hit her so hard that she didn't want to let her mom go. Ever.

Lois pulled back but before her mom could get anymore worried about her, she grabbed her hand and pulled the wobblyLoistoward her open bedroom door.

"Come on I'm starving!" Erica playfully grumbled. "The baby is probably hungry too, and you're just standing there!"

"Bottomless pit, just like your dad." Lois shook her head at her daughter and let whatever that was that happened a few seconds ago drop.

Lois laughed as her impatient child dragged her down the steps that lead to the front entry and around the corner into the huge kitchen that connected with the equally as big dinning area where everyone brightened at the sight of one conscious Mara towing a very much pregnant Lois behind her.

Clark went instantly by his wife's side helping her with a hand to the small of her back to reach the table, though she was perfectly capable of doing it on her own. Martha and Johnathan were the first to greet the pint-sized girl.

"Gramps, Gram!" She shouted, carefully squeezing her arms around her grandpa's neck and then hugging her grandmother.

"You gave us a scare there, pumpkin." Johnathan's deep voice gruffed against her cheek as he placed a kiss there.

She laughed as it tickled her skin. "Sorry."

"Just don't do it again, or no more peanut-butter cookies for you." Martha fake scolded the girl, she was too much of a sucker for her grandchildren to really ever be mad at them.

"I don't think you need to worry about that." Chloe said as she came up beside Martha. "Just threaten to take away your cooking from anyone of them and they're like putty in your hands."

Chloe quickly rubbed her arm after the whack Lois placed there. "Oww!"

"Behave children." Martha turned her motherly scold on the two who were like sisters as they chuckled and then took her grandson, Jor'dan, from Lois' arms making baby sounds to the toddler.

Mara was about to hug her aunt Chlo when she was nearly mowed down by her cousins, Alison, William, Adrean and Lara, wrapping her in arms for a huge group hug.

"I can't breath." She complained and they fell to the ground as they lost balance.

They laughed and giggled, the adults watching the children being silly and smiling affectionately at their children as Mara didn't know when she was ever happier in her life.

"All you guys came for breakfast?" She asked as they got to their feet.

"Honestly? Yea." Adrean teased and was punched by Alison and his sister.

"We came to make sure you were ok." Alison replied and handed her a gift.

"Twizzlers!" Mara screamed, excited, bouncing up and down with the clear bag with the red edges in her hands.

"Not before breakfast!" Lois shouted above the squealing kids.

"Breakfast is ready." Martha announced coming in with a tray of food while Clark beside her held a couple trays in his hands.

The kids squealed louder and raced to the long dinette table to be seated and the grownups shouted complaints for 'quiet' and 'don't do that' or 'stop that'. Johnathan just shook his head and laughed as he went to the radio to find some music to dance to and took his wife's hand to swing her out and pull her back to his body.

Soon everyone was enjoying the hearty breakfast Mrs. Kent made and dancing to the oldies music that filled the house along with laughter and happy voices from the whole family. Off from the others, Sammy cupped his hands around his Aunt Kara's ear, she smiled and nodded with his words.

"Yea, I'm glad your daddy listened to me too."

He smiled, a smile that knew too much for his little age, pushing his tiny framed glasses up his nose, looking so much like his dad, as his uncle Ollie came up to his wife grabbing her free hand and his nephew's free hand as he pulled them with the others to dance.

"Come on, little man, lets show how us real men dance."

Everyone came to a stand still at the cling that sounded from a water glass, seeing Bruce standing next to his wife hitting a fork against the cup.

"I have an announcement to make." His deep voice rumbled from his chest but before he could continue, Chloe couldn't wait any longer and burst-ed out:

"We're pregnant!"

The whole family screamed with joy and Lois wobbled to her cousin's side to give her 'Congrats' and cry along with her cousin at the wonderful news. Martha enveloping the girls to console them but was also tearing along with the two, sobbing loudly.

"We are too!" Two other voices shouted as Lucy and Bart made their way into the kitchen with their children rushing to meet up with their cousins.

The women gathered together a mass of tears and nonsensical words as they wiped at tears, their own and each others.

"Women." Clark and Johnathan said at the same time and laughed as the other men agreed with a shake of their heads.

Oliver gave a slight nudge to his wife's side. "Any announcements we should add?"

Kara cocked her brow a sly smile on her lips. "No, but we can work on that."

She grabbed his ears, pulling his mouth to hers to meet together lips and tongues as he purred at the sensation her fingers were doing to his lobes and she groaned with pleasure at the hands that found her rear-end.

"This next generation is sure getting bigger." Jenna said smiling as she looked at all of her cousins.

"Yea that just means the bad guys really better watch their butts." Bart replied, pumping his fist in the air.

"We're going to have to expand the TNG club house." William advised already calculating blueprints in his head.

"I'm in." Mara said, placing her hand out in front of her.

"Oh yea!" Bart and Jenna agreed placing their hands on top of hers.

"Same here." Adrean said and with his sister, Lara, placed their hands in.

"Do you even have to ask?" Ace gave a sly grin as she and William added their hands to the group.

"Yo tweens!" John called to his sister and 'her' group. "You and the Scooby Gang play later and get to the table, time to chow down."

He turned with a wince and a set glare as Ellen punched his shoulder. "Stop teasing them!"

The two went off to bicker as the group did their cheer and dispersed to finally be seated and served among loud conversations, kissing, food tossing and just being with family. Mara couldn't quit smiling as she stared at each and every member of her family from one end of the table down the other. The happy faces, laughter and love filled every corner of the room.

So this is what it was like to Survive. No, this is what it was like to Live.

This was Life...

The Past....(Present Time)

The Date

Lois pulled the car in park, the car stopped, tires halting their munch on the gravel drive-way. She sat there in the driver-seat behind the wheel, clasping and unclasping fingers from the steering wheel, reminding herself to breath. Her nerves having a fiesta inside as her heart pounded and her stomach flipped around to the wild tune.

"I can do this." She breathed out, pushing the air from her lungs before inhaling deeply.

Her eyes fell to the red Spring dress she wore, it was light as a feather, but the fabric not so bare feeling that it left you in the mind of being naked in front of the world. It was comfortable and it flowed around her body, clingy where appropriate, loose and casual.

It was sleeveless, just two spaghetti strands held the top over her well-rounded chest and wondered if it was all part of the plan of showing as much skin for his viewing pleasure.

He was bold, sending the dress for her to wear. She would give him that.

"What happen to us talking the details out?" She questioned the air, since he wasn't there in the car with her and seeing that the house was dark but their was a faint, golden glow coming from the barn.

"Doesn't look like the, Kents are home either." Lois noticed from the lack of cars and stared nervously at the red barn waiting for her to step inside.

"Thought of everything, haven't you?"

Lois steadied the jumbled nerves as best she could before sliding slender legs from the car and shutting the door behind her. She walked a few feet when a golden-retriever saddled up to her, a small black bow-tie around his neck and a long-stem Lily was perched in his mouth.

"Hello, Shelbs. Thank God for allergy medicine." Lois greeted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she took the flower from his mouth.

"Thank you."

It was a wild starry-shape, the petals long, white on the top part of the petals that gave way to a bright pink, orange hue. She placed it to her nose and breathed in deeply the sweet fragrance that always reminded her of her mom, why she loved them so much. The fragrance always seem to surround her mom and made them her favorites. Her eyes seemed to gather wetness but she put a stop to it before it could ruin her light work with the makeup.

"Well, lead the way." Lois told Shelby sniffing away her tears and gaining back composure.

Shelby turned around at her order and bounded on his paws in a little trot to the Barn, Lois keeping up by his side. The door was cracked open and the glow of light grew more golden as she neared.

Taking one last steadying breath to seal her nerves she slowly pushed through and went speechless. In total awe by what met her, everywhere the eye could see were white Lily scented candles flickering in the slight breeze.

Dancing with the shadows as the air taunted it into quivering waves and gave a golden glow to her skin and to the bouquets of Lilies all around as well. She stepped carefully through this fantasy as if any wrong move would make it vanish where she would never see it again. She jumped slightly as petals began to rain around her and she turned to look up at the balcony and at Clark dropping a handful more upon her.

"Sorry." He apologized, his voice firm but always that boyish-shyness underneath that she couldn't help but fall for as well.

She couldn't speak at the sight of him, He wore a plain light blue dress-shirt. A couple of the top buttons were open, showing off that smooth, toned chest of his, black dress-pants hugged his bottom half just right. Lois couldn't stop the wander of her eyes and notice that he couldn't stop his eyes from taking in every inch of her own body as well.

"For totally going behind my back with this?" She smirked playfully to his apology, cocking her brow. "What happen to 'we were going to discuss the details'?"

He stood, hands shoved into his pant pockets and just shrugged, lazily....sexily. Mind on track Lane. Lois shook her head and tried not to show how much he was affecting her....and hard.

"I didn't want to give you a chance to change your mind." Clark reasoned as she started to walk around again, her steps careful as she eyed everything over.

Lois slid her fingers over the petals, plain white petals of one bouquet she stopped in front of, considering his words. "I wouldn't have, you know?"

He raised his brow to her, following a few feet behind, afraid any closer to her and she would run.

"Ok, maybe I have thought about it, but I wouldn't have." She rephrased her words and twirled the special one he had Shelby give to her, between her fingers.

She was nervous, she didn't know what to do with her hands. She didn't know what to do with herself! She felt maybe she shouldn't have just thought about it, but maybe should have put it into action. It was nothing against Clark, she liked him, found she was starting to really like him. But she was scared...terrified.

"Here." Clark said seeing her antsy behavior and wanting to distract her, he took the white and pinkish-orange Lily from her fingers, the feel of electricity spilling over their skin as their fingers brushed against each other.

He cleared his rough throat trying not to fully drown in her intoxication, but being this close he couldn't think of anything else but loose himself in her, forever.

He broke the stem from the flower, his hands reaching up to pull back her curls and place the Lily behind her ear. She was a vision, a muse, any artist would give their ear or hand to have her for an inspiration, because she was certainly that for him.

Clark found his fingers had a mind of their own and he traced the smooth skin of her cheek down to her small chin wanting to outline her lips but not knowing how far she'd let him go. And he was burning, his lips dying to cover hers once more. Even from the brief moment he remembered of them kissing yesterday, he couldn't erase it from his head.

He had to have more.

Lois looked down, she didn't know how she was still standing because her knees fell like instant jello. She nibbled on her bottom lip, taking in a quick breath before looking up to his face; his nose, maybe not his lips, but definitely not his eyes or she would be lost-unable to escape.

"Is this us?" She asked hesitantly, her mouth felt dry, heart pounding painfully.

He watched as she stepped back and was pulling away, not just in distance but emotionally too. She wouldn't look at him, as she gestured toward the world he made for them.

It was all so perfect....She was scared....She couldn't breath....She had to run!

Lois tried to step past him, to walk away, her mind was on overdrive, panicked inside and she couldn't think. She needed to go into the night, breath in deeply the fresh air or she was afraid she would never resurface from the spell he held over her.

Of their own accord his arms snacked out, capturing her around the waist and pulling her back against his chest. His chin rested on her shoulder as his lips pressed against her ear, holding her, just wrapping her into his body. Giving comfort to the panic welling up inside. She hugged herself, she didn't know if she was protecting herself against him or him from her.

"I don't know." Clark answered truthfully and heard the hitch, the pain in her voice. "I just know I can't be without you."

Lois swallowed hard, glad he couldn't see her face, the wet tears shinning her hazels. "We're best friends, I can't be without you either."

It was more then that, he knew it, and he knew she knew it too. They both danced around it for so long that it was just easier to keep up the facade then finally give in.

"Why didn't you really give Oliver another chance?" He asked from an earlier conversation, where her only reply was that it would be hypocritical of her to go back with her ex after the hard long lecture she gave him about trying to have another go with Lana.

"I told you." Her voice was weak, he was breaking her. Why couldn't he see how much this was costing her? Taking from her? What it was taking from both of them?

Things just wouldn't ever be the same again, if they crossed this line.

"I don't believe you." Was his answer and she thought he had some balls and that she should kick him straight in them.

"Some fine start this is." She snipped and tried to pull away but his hold was firm and she couldn't fight him.

Lois closed her eyes, trying to block him out but his scent was still there drilling deep inside and holding her breath wasn't working. Especially since the feel of him was on her skin, his heat penetrating into her pores.

"Stop thinking." He whispered lowly into her ear.

"I'm not..." She shook her head and he released her, feeling the need for her to have space. "I can't when you're around me!"

"Like I can when I'm around you?" Clark threw back and she faced him, edgy, ready to fight if that's what he wanted. "You drive me crazy and sometimes I think you do it on purpose!"

"Don't flatter yourself." She steamed, he was pushing back and as much as she was admiring his guts she was getting pissed off. "My life doesn't revolve around you!"

She turned away and he grabbed a hold of her wrist, stopping her from leaving.

"Then just say it! Damn it, Lo, I can't tiptoe around this anymore. Why did you turn down Oliver?"

Her body trembled from fear? Anger? She couldn't tell anymore what it was that kept her from all other men and constantly back to his arms. Friendship, she thought that was it, but somewhere along the line it had turned to something more.

Her face fell, she kept her back to him as he held her wrist prisoner and it happened. She broke down and everything inside spilled out. Everything she would never see, the deepest part of her soul on display.

"I'm scared...I-I don't want to loose you....I don't want to loose us.."

"I'm not going anywhere." His voice so sweet, she wanted to believe in him. "I'm here, Lo, right here. I'm not leaving."

She turned her head, eyes glassy with tears and he wanted to wipe them away. "You will....This won't work out and we'll hate each other..."

"For real this time?" He asked teasingly, catching her off guard with his playfulness that broke the ice between them and a small sob-laugh escaped her mouth as she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

She blinked her eyes as she laid her head against his shoulders a few minutes of silence passing before she repeated. "I'm scared."

"I am too." He confessed as his arms pressed her tighter into his body. "Stay with me, just for tonight. See how it can be with us."

Lois breathed in, his scent filling her nose, clouding her mind and felt as his hands traced up her arms to take them from around his neck. He entwined his fingers with hers and lead her from the back of the barn following a little path of candles out farther into the fields until they were deep under the diamond filled sky. A red patchwork blanket waited for them along with a picnic basket and small, silver radio.

"Orange juice and peanut-butter jelly sandwiches?" She asked, quirking her brow.

Clark shrugged as he changed through the stations for a song, one instantly catching his ear. It was perfect, the words everything he wanted to say to her but didn't know where to start or even how to begin to explain. So he'd show her and hope the words would come later but for now hoping she could see through his actions what she meant to him. What they could be if they were just willing to try.

"We can sample the feast later..." He said playfully, releasing her hand as he held it out in an invitation, wanting her to choose him...to choose them on her own.

Din...Tat......Din....Tat......Din....Tat...Dundundunduuuun......Oooooohhhhhh.....dundundundundundun.....Oooooohhhh........dundundundun....

Lois looked from his face to his hand, her own raised to hover hesitantly above his palm before slowly slipping it inside his. He gave a tug to her body until it pressed, flushed against his own, her eyes too caught up in his blues to look away and he couldn't even dream about leaving the sanctuary of her hazel orbs.

Picking up the pieces
Of a life that I once knew
What will tomorrow bring

They stepped slowly moving in a circle, as they let the words of the song fill and become the unspoken voice where their own had failed them. Fireflies shown like glowing jewels, swaying in and out of patterns around them with quiet hums as the soft grass flattened beneath their feet.

Gray skies all around me
I don't know where to turn
Can you help me with this pain?

She was unsure, he could see it clearly written on her face, but kept her gaze, not allowing her to look away. Keeping his hand pressed on the small of her back, not allowing her to escape. His blues imploring her to listen to the words he wanted to say to her. To make her feel how she made him feel....out of control and wonderful, taking away the dark hurt.

A shooting star, a ray of light
A breeze that calms me in the night
I got your message yesterday
I feel you here, I wish that you could

They swayed softly, steps barely firm as if the ground was made of cotton. She followed his lead and felt the unease that was coming from his body suddenly and had to remember that she wasn't the only vulnerable person going into this. He was just as likely to get burned by this if it all blew up in their faces.

She smoothed her hand down his chest, catching his attention as he seemed to struggle with some inner battle. "Clark?"

Stay with me
Two hearts forever
You were the spark that lit the flame
Only if'd you

Clark shook his head at her concern and questioning hazels and stared intently into her eyes. "I know I'm not Oliver, I probably could never give you any of what he could, but..."

She placed her finger over his lips to quiet him. "It's enough. I don't want or need Oliver, or money, or big pricey gifts and-"

Stay with me
This love's forever
And in my heart you will remain
Until we meet again

He reversed her hold, placing her own finger to her mouth to shut her up and she chuckled as he bent his head closer to look more deeply into her eyes.

"But, I have my heart..." His fingers smoothed around her lips, sending chills over her body. "...and I think it's pretty valuable. Sell it on eBay or the black market."

Sitting in the cold room
waiting for the sun
Will ever shine again?

Lois chocked out a laugh at his horrible joke, tears slipping down her cheeks before she could wipe them away. "Smallville, you need work."

Clark smiled fiercely, he loved it, the nickname he gave her. He didn't realize how much a sign of affection it was directed to him. How blind he was!

He captured her chin as she continued to sob with joy, love, feelings no one brought from her ever in life and she was living. Truly, living now.

Picture frames, the better days
Are swirling in my head
Will I ever find a way?

"It's yours, all of it, Lois." His blues were piercing, diving deep into her soul and pulling it from the murky waters. "I know where it belongs now. I know who that person is that is meant for me. She was right in front of me all along and I was too blind to notice or too scared to see."

She trembled under his hand as the words shattered her inside, tearing down stone, breaking a way to her heart. "And that person is me?"

He wanted to shake her, make her believe it, not fight it, but he smiled softly and nodded his head. His thumb pressed against her lips and slid over the plump petals, watching her eyes close from the sensation.

A shooting star, a ray of light
A breeze that calms me in the night
I got your message yesterday
I feel you here, I wish that you could

He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath teasing along her skin. Voice low, and husky as he whispered. "I finally cashed in and got my Harley."

Stay with me
Two hearts forever
You were the spark that lit the flame
Only if'd you

Lois eyes popped open long enough to see him quickly close the rest of the distance between them. His mouth came down on hers hard, searing the breath from her lungs as fireworks shot off from behind eyes that dropped closed again. Her hands shaky, touching his face as he fed greedily against her lips urging her to match the desire boiling over him.

She went into him, mouth coming awake to indulge in the passion he fueled inside her and whimpered at the hands that made home low on her hips.

Stay with me
This love's forever
And in my heart you will remain
Until we meet again

Her arms slid hesitantly up his shoulders and around his neck, moving freely, instinctively. Fingers slid into the curled hair at the nape of his neck, earning a seedy groan from his throat and she smiled through the kissing at the new grounds being covered between them.

The discovery of knowing him past being just a friend.....and it felt....amazing! It felt right. If felt like....home.

I got your message yesterday
I feel you here, I wish that you could

He nipped her bottom lip lightly between his teeth and soothed the sting over with a slide of his tongue. She took in the invitation and allowed him to drink from the nectar of her mouth as his slowly caressed her tongue and moaned fully into his mouth.

Stay with me
Two hearts forever
You were the spark that lit the flame
Only if'd you

She couldn't believe she was doing this...with him of all people! But, God, it was more then there were words to describe it all.

Stay with me
This love's forever
And in my heart you will remain
Until we meet again

What was she doing? Did their friendship mean nothing to her? She had the most incredible thing in her life by having him for a best friend and she could be ruining it right now.

He felt her body start to tense as her kisses came slower, not as much heat as before.

Until we meet again

He felt her brows furrow, as certain thoughts plagued her mind and took her on a roller-coaster ride of doubt. She was trembling again, the fear was back, the indecision was rearing it's ugly head and he wasn't going to let it take her away from him. Her thoughts were his own, he valued their friendship above anything, but it was meant to be more. He couldn't let friendship be the end and finale between them.

Oooooohhhhh......You've gotta slow down

She stopped kissing him, but didn't pull away as her forehead leaned against his, savoring the heat of his breath fanning her face. His hand slid down her cheek, his breath labored, matching her own. Frenzied thoughts piled into the forefront of her mind, turning her stomach into knots.

"Stop thinking, Just feel us." He told her and this time gently touched his lips against hers, testing the waters, waiting patiently through his intoxicating offers for her to respond.

Just slow down

Lois turned her mouth up to his to give him better access as she gave in, pouring her heart over into his hands. He smiled widely against her lips, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and spun her around as she clung her arms back around his neck and laughed with delight that rang and echoed through the inky, sparkling air.

His blue depths questioned her. 'Are you sure?'

You've gotta slow down

She smiled up to him in answer as he settled her down to her feet, pushing a strand of her hair back as his blues returned the fondness, lips wide in his charming grin. Lois rocked on her heels, becoming antsy, excited with her new found feelings toward her farmboy and not letting another minute pass as she cupped his face and dragged him back to her lonely lips, eagerly.

His mind reeling as she took charge and gave a slow tempo of lips and tongues as his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her body until the heat from her skin was felt through his clothes, soaked through, with their close contact.

There they stood in the soft golden-glow of candles, amongst the green-gems of fireflies, entwined, under moon, stars and heaven....taking a chance on love.

Just slow down...

Lois' body bounced as she laughed, mouth full of peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, and pressed snugly into Clark's chest as his long thighs caged her in on either side. She sat back more against his toned-hard chest, allowing him to take her weight, which he didn't mind at all.

"I can't believe you actually made this for our picnic?" Lois laughed again, ripping a piece of the middle out and plopping it into her mouth.

Clark placed a kiss on her bare collarbone, drunk on love, before biting a chunk from his sandwich. "Extent of my culinary skills."

Lois jabbed him in the ribs for the tease as he gave a fake 'humph' sound and laughed. "I have you know I'm a fine cook."

"Yea if it's just water, but then again, I wouldn't be surprised if you managed to find a way to burn that."

He laughed as she tried to turn around and deal him more then a blow to the shoulder, but his strong arms wrapped around, pinning her arms to her side. His face snuggled into her neck, teasing the skin with soft kisses and with a deep sigh she calmed down. Eyes closed as she savored his lips touching the taunt skin of her long, slender neck and shoulder.

"I was right." She moaned, biting on her bottom lip in pleasure.

"About what?" He asked between kisses.

"There was a reason for the dress exposing so much skin."

He smiled slyly against her shoulder. "Haven't noticed."

She laughed and rammed her elbow against his stomach, his lips placing one last smack into her shoulder before returning back to their meal.

"You have to admit they are good."

"The best in the world." She smiled playfully. "Except one problem. No crust, farmboy."

Lois tossed the offending pieces over her shoulder at him but he ducked his head out of the way, mouth rearing a huge smile. "You still plan on calling me that?"

"Yep. It's us." She turned around plopping a piece of sandwich in his mouth as she placed her legs over his thighs and around his waist, sitting, facing him.

"I don't want that to change. How we are together...the banter."

Clark smoothed the chestnut curls from her face, letting his fingers linger on her cheek. "The flirting."

Lois tilted her head, her lips in a sneaky purse. "I never flirt."

He raised his brow in a questioning 'No?', gesture as she rephrased her words with a shrug. "Well....not with you."

"And now?" He asked voice deep, and so low she hand to lean closer to hear him and shivered at the seduction there.

"Now..." She whispered, peaking under heavy lids and erased the space between them, her lips touching his throat and felt his body tighten in more place then one.

"...I guess I don't have to hold back anymore."

Clark's voice escaped him in a heady groan as her mouth did wicked little things over the tight muscles and sinews of his neck and hand traced the hard planes of his chest through his shirt.

"I dreamed of you doing this so many times."

Lois pushed her hair from her face as she looked up at him from his neck, her expression contemplative. "You dreamt of me doing this to you?"

He gave a shy smile, but kept his eyes locked on her face as he traced little patterns on her skin. "Too many times."

She closed her eyes, pushing into his touch as his voice washed over her. "None of them were even close to the real thing."

Lois smiled and graced him with the deep green of her eyes as she opened them for him and moved in close to continue what she started. She loved the idea that she could make him melt just as much as he did her. It was nice to know she had another leverage over him but one that could so easily turn on her too. One that would be so much fun to have directed her way.

Clark was humming over the attention she was paying to every inch of skin she could nibble, lick and kiss and his body responded eagerly for more. She smiled triumphantly and teasingly as her hands found way under the hem of his shirt to his bare chest and heard him suck in a sharp breath at the sizzling contact.

"I didn't think anyone else but the Pink Princess occupied that vacant hole in your head." Lois said tauntingly and felt him tense as he drew his hands over hers removing them from under his shirt.

The thought of Lana in his head wasn't the same as they had been when he thought he was in love with her, foolishly trying to keep something in his life that made him no more happy than being beaten with Kryptonite did. But thinking of Lana brought thoughts of his secrets to the surface and how Lois was the only one who ever seemed to make him feel like he was normal. Not some freak who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

To Lois he was just Clark Kent, not a hero, but your average 'yes ma, yes pa', good ole' boy. And he didn't want to change in her eyes. He shared her fear, now, of things changing betwen them. He saw first hand how she went weak-in-the-knees when it came to his alter ego, the red-blue-blur. He enjoyed the fact that she admired him, but he didn't want the fact that she totally changed who she was, how she acted around him to happen.

Lois arched her brow as he reluctantly put a stop to what she was doing and his face held a grave expression as if he was breaking-up, with things just starting out.

"I swear if you're breaking up with me I'll shave Shelby and burn every plaid thing you own." She said in a nervous, rushed voice, only half joking as she didn't know what to make of his manner.

"What?"

"Ok, that was harsh, I'll just take Shelby from you and burn every plaid thing you own."

Clark just shook his head, he wanted to laugh at her nervous outburst, it bubbled in his throat but his mind weighed too heavily to let it out. He had to tell her. He wanted to. More then anything, and there wasn't a single reason why he shouldn't. Except his fear that she wouldn't be the same person anymore, that torn him a size-smaller on a daily bases. Who ripped on his plaid and called him the Prince of all things farm related.

The person who called him 'Smallville' and punched his shoulder playfully.

"We need to talk." He finally spoke and saw his words didn't ease one bit of tension from her features.

Lois tried to scramble back, to erase the touch of his body from hers. To not be in such an intimate position when the words did break from his mouth.

"You are, aren't you?"

He held her steady in place his hands on her wrists and slid her back to his lap, and this time he did give a small chuckle. "You really are scarred about us?"

"Yea, aren't you?" She said pensively, her eyes looking away.

"Yea." He replied and reaching out with his hand turned her face to bring her eyes back to him. "That's why I want to say this and I need you to trust me."

"You're gay."

"Lois!"

"I knew it! You always had a thing for Ollie, all the secret discussions between you two. I should have known."

Clark's face dropped in annoyance at the chuckles she hid behind her hand and he let out a low growl as he tackled her to the ground, careful not to hurt her as he towered his body over her. He made her really laugh about something as he attacked her sides in a bout of tickles that had her squirming and laughing wildly. She tried to kick and buck him off but he was too strong and just pinned her legs down with his own.

"Stop!" Lois squealed, trying to push his hands away but felt weak as all her strength went to laughing.

"Uh-huh, you deserve this." He taunted barely giving her a chance to breath as his hands were relentless.

"I give! I give!" Lois screamed-laughed all at one time.

"Nope." Clark shook his head, he was going to make her pay for that little crack. "Not until you say it."

Lois shook her head, she had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. "If you don't see.." Laugh-Squeal. "..I can't really think.." Scream. "..to know what you're talking about!"

"Say it!" Clark insisted.

"Say what!" Lois shouted, anything for him to stop.

His smile grew wide, from ear-to-ear. "Why didn't you give Oliver another chance?"

Lois gasped and chest heaved with even more laughter as his fingers went up a notch in speed. "BECAUSE HE WASN"T YOU!"

A man of his word, his fingers instantly halted and he leaned there on his elbows, over her, smiling victoriously.

She glared, trying to catch her breath but still softly laughing from the after effects. "You're evil."

"No, just nervous." His face became serious, all joking was aside now. "There are things about me that aren't....normal."

"Yeaaaa.....but who's normal, right?" Lois dismissed with an unsure smile.

Clark rolled his eyes, and sighed hard. "Haven't you ever notice my 'now you see me, now you don't' acts?"

"Yea, those are my favorites." Lois snorted with a smirk. "Especially when I'm really trying to say something important and woosh, I turn around and you're not there."

"And?" Clark pressed.

"And?" She mimicked raising her shoulders.

"How do you feel about it?"

"Annoyed as hell!" Lois retorted. "We really gotta work on the 'lets avoid Lois' routine you got going. You know, with us dating, now?"

Clark slapped his hand down his face, she was messing with him, he'd been around her too long not to know when she was joking.

"Ok, wrong wording." He confessed and she chuckled as she reached up to toy with one of his curls. "What did you think about it at the time?"

"Mmmhmm." She sighed, stroking his hair. "Weak bladder?"

"Really?" Clark dropped his head into his chest with a despairing huff.

Lois laughed and grabed his face, pushing it up until he was seeing her again in his blues. "There's a secret you have that you keep to yourself because you're afraid, am I right?"

"Yea."

"Of course I am." She laughed.

He glared. She giggled more and continued.

"You're afraid to tell anyone, because you fear they'll get hurt if they knew?"

He only nodded this time.

"It's really important or you wouldn't be making such a big deal of it. Especially since Lana hounded you about it every waking moment of her fling with you." Lois stated.

"It wasn't every waking mo-" Clark stopped before he got himself in the dog house so early in their relationship because what he had with Lana couldn't be called as such.

And just replied with a simple. "Yes."

"Though it might not be now." She cupped her palms over his cheeks and looked closely into his blues. "Will you tell me?"

Clark closed his eyes only needing a second to consider it and replied with a truthful, steadfast. "Yes."

"Then that's all I need to know." She reassured and gave him his favorite smile the one that stopped his heart dead.

He couldn't help but smile in return, affectionately, admiring the woman tuck beneath him. "What if I wait a long time?"

"How long?" She challenged with a smirk on her lips.

"Our wedding day?" Clark teased and saw her gulp at the mention of marriage and realized how serious he was about them.

"It better be a damn good secret." She snarked playfully.

Clark dropped down on her bringing more giggles from her as he kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, too overjoyed for words to speak. He removed his body off the top of her own and layed down by her side, resting his head on her stomach as their eyes wondered off to the starry sky above them. Stars sparkled, shinned, flickered in the endless blackness overhead like so many possibilities.

"So, this is us?" Lois asked, her hand combed through his thick curls as their eyes watched the celestial screen.

Clark smiled dreamily, he didn't envy the bright, shiny balls of stars up above, he was already in heaven.

He lifted her free hand, placing a kiss on her palm before locking their fingers together "This is us."

"I see why you like starring out there all the time." She sighed, absently stroking his head, mind in blissful peace. "It's so quiet and beautiful. Almost like looking into the future."

"There's one beauty it can't compete with." He said running his thumb over her knuckles and Lois bit her lip to keep her mouth from smiling so widely.

"What do you think it's going to be like?"

"What?"

"The future?" She shrugged. "Ours?"

Clark looked more deeply to the burning gas globes above them as if he could really see what was in-store for him swirling between the Milkyway.

"Marriage? Kids?" Clark shrugged in deep thought. "Life where I'm happy and deeply in love with the person that's for me."

Lois sighed dreamily as she visioned his words. "A wife, two point five kids and house with a white-picket fence. That's us?"

Clark turned his head, rolling on his stomach as his deep blues captured her hazel-greens. "It's possible."

"Maybe." Lois wondered and moaned as his lips met her stomach through the thin fabric of her dress.

He snuggled his nose against her stomach as he planted more kisses. "Though, I think I want more than two and a half kids."

"We'll see." Came her foggy reply, that would have agreed to anything as long as he didn't stop.

His smile was lazy, knowing, there wasn't going to be any other woman in his life he could see marrying and carrying his children.....their children.

He moved the fabric of her top in her two piece dress aside to expose the taunt skin of her stomach to lay a kiss over her navel, reveling in the quickness of her breath in response.

"We Will."

Clark lifted his head from the round belly, holding a special package, small silver stress lines streaked the skin, but Lois was always beautiful no matter what. His hands rubbed the side of her stomach as he placed another kiss to the ball-like mound.

"How's my baby doing?" He whispered to the unborn child.

"Thirsty for lemonade." Lois stated, pulling down her maternal blouse and handing Clark his glass of Lemonade as she took a particular large gulp from her own.

The ice clinking and a refreshing sigh came from her mouth as she quenched her need for liquids. Clark pulled her down into his lap, his arms snaking around the girth of her waist while his face buried into her chocolate strands.

"Mmmmm, I love you." He whispered into her ear.

Lois giggled at the tease of his curly, slicked strands tickling her skin. "Even if I look like a beached whale?"

He nibbled her earlobe, biting it gently between his teeth. "Mmmm, a beached whale that's turning me on."

She punched his shoulder in a playful manner and set her lips in a smirk. "I believe that's how I got this way in the first place....again! After how many kids?"

Clark took a sip from the lemonade, home-made by his mom. "I do remember saying I wanted more than two point five kids."

"Lucky me." Lois smiled.

"Admit it Lane, you can't resist the charm?" Clark teased.

"It's not the charm I can't resist, Smallville..." Lois whispered and dipped her eyes down suggestively to his lower region before staring back into his eyes with a sly smirk.

Clark cleared his throat roughly, his cheeks a tint of pink as they flushed from her words. She laughed, no matter how long they been together she still could manage to get him to blush like when he was nothing more then a teen boy from a one-horse town in her eyes. Now he was a man, a hero, her husband and father of her children.

She burst in a fit of giggles as he gave a few pokes to her ribs before she settled back into his chest to stare out into the yard from the open, wrap-around porch of the familiar quaint little yellow farm-house. Times like these spent at the grandparents' on weekends and days the two were off from work at the Daily Planet and Clark was given a break from his Superman complex by the Justice League who took over for him in the hero business, a day or two.

Mara was out in the yard by the old tire-swing, speeding around and chasing after the twins Jor'dan and Laurel along with Shelby who tried to catch them as they played tag. Their laughter echoing in the orangery sky as the sun slowly set to rest for the day.

"I'm gonna get you!" Mara screamed to the squealing toddlers as they tried to spin from her grasp and she would capture them and swing them up in the air.

"No, Ma'wa, no get me!" Jor'dan laughed, his chubby, short legs trying to get away.

"Rooooaaaaarrr." Mara said acting like a monster, crashing through the dried, brown, summer-crisp grass.

"Swelbee, help Ja'win!" Laurel clapped her hands and with the dog chased after her big sister, stumbling on the uneven ground.

In the far corner of the porch, Jonathan and his namesake, John, were engaged in their twelfth game of chess for the day. Sometimes still as statues as they tried to think of new manuvers to outsmart the other. And other times they were animated as the game became intense or they playfully accused each other of cheating or moving pieces on the checkered board.

John bit on his tongue in anticipation as his grandfather made a move he was counting on he would make.

"Check." Jonathan announced proudly with a hearty laugh. "Gotta get up pretty early to pull one over this ole' dog."

His sixteen year-old grandson interlocked his fingers and cracked them outward before moving his castle right to his unguarded king and knocking it over with a huge smile.

"Checkmate."

"Well, I'll be..." Johnathan scratched his shaggy hair and gave a bellow of laughter. "Best one more game. Loser washes dishes after dinner?"

John cracked his neck to one side then the other. "Get ready to 'wax on, wax off', grandpa."

"Don't let the grays fool ya, Son. I still have a few tricks up these sleeves." Johnathan said as they set up the board to play another round.

Clark could hear his mother and Ellen conversing in the kitchen as she showed her eldest granddaughter how to cook as they prepared the family dinner for the day. Lumpy meatloaf layed in a square roasting pan on top of the stove, while half burnt, half raw potatoes were being scraped from the charred cast-iron pot.

"Sorry, gram." Ellen said with a sulken face. "It didn't look like it was on high enough to cook."

Martha gave the teen an empathetic, heart-felt expression. "Don't worry, Ellen, we can always do a bean salad. Hopefully even you can't mess that up."

Ellen gave a nervous laugh to her grandmother's teasing, she did inherit some of her mother's traits after all. "No promises."

Martha laugh and hugged her granddaughter to her side in a tight embrace.

Clark chuckled to himself but Lois felt it as his body bounced up and down beneath her in the porch chair.

"How's my girl doing?" She asked knowing exactly why her husband was silently laughing.

Clark glanced at his wife from the corner of his eyes, her head laid back against his shoulder and smiled widely. "Well, she is her mother's daughter."

Lois whacked his arm for teasing their child but thought about it and asked. "That bad?"

"I suggest me going for take-out while we're in our room and everyone else is in for the night."

"Yikes." Lois scrunched up, knowing her own disasters when it came to culinary delight, more like culinary fright.

His sensitive hearing prying into the conversation as it became more hushed in he kitchen, he didn't mean to, it was just natural to listen to see where his family were at around him. To make sure they were safe, that it slipped his mind at times that privacy was very much valued.

"So, how is school coming along, dear?" His mom asked as she rolled out the dough for crust to her famous apple pie.

"Pretty good, I guess, I"m making A's and B's in all my classes." Ellen shrugged as she cut up the fresh long green beans for the bean salad, finding at least she could do this right.

Martha cocked her brow. "You guess? That is good."

"Yea." Ellen just sighed, throwing the beans into the bowel.

"Sweetie, is something wrong?"

Ellen just shrugged. "Just the usual, trying to keep control of my abilities. Dealing with the stupid Luthor siblings at school, homework, boring teachers. You know."

"That does sound like a plateful." Martha agreed, nodding her head. "What about friends? Everthing good with them?"

"What friends?" The young teen complained. "I don't have many, mainly I just hang with the family and cousins."

Martha was a teen once, it might have been long ago, but the symptoms were always the same no matter what era it was. And the down cast face and particular heavy sigh coming from her grandchild had more to do with than what she just listed.

She continued to roll out the dough into a flat pizza shape and nonchalantly went into a direction all teen girls were sensitive about talking.

"So, anyone special in your life? A special friend?" Martha thought she was being subtle enough but it seem like kids in this era were more blunt these days.

"You mean a boyfriend, gram'ma?" Ellen asked flatly.

Martha prided herself for not stuttering at being caught in her scheme. "Well....a boy who is a friend. In a sense...yea."

"It's complicated." She sighed, her only answer.

"We've all been in the thrushes of love, it's always complicated." Martha chuckled, fingers setting the apple slices in continuous circles in the crusted pie-dish.

"No, it's really complicated with me."

Martha cocked her brow as if saying, 'try me'.

"Well, for one, my parents still think I'm too young to date and dad would kill my boyfriend if he ever found out I kinda, sorta do have one...."

Martha laughed and shook her head. "All fathers say that."

"Can all fathers, crush a car with their bare hands, freeze a pond to solid ice with their breath or shoot lasers from their eyes?" Ellen retorted with a round of questions.

"Got me there."

Ellen's shoulders slumped forward, the beans in smaller pieces than what was intended. "Besides they would really kill me if they found out who I was dating....."

Clark's jaw ticked at the knowledge he came bestowed upon, and his whole body tensed as his fingers gripped tightly around the end of the armrest. Lois could feel the tension enter his body and feel the shift in the air that surrounded him. It had its perks being around someone for so long you instantly could tell when they're mood had changed. The why was always the battle to be known.

"Uh-Oh. What's wrong?" Lois asked, ready to free him if there was a need to do so. "Is the kitchen on fire?"

"No, every-thing's fine." Clark tried to crack a smile but Lois could detect the flakiness in the spread of his lips. "No need for Superman, yet."

She didn't laugh at his Corny jokes as she usually did, but gave him a scrutinizing stare that told 'she knew he was hiding something from her'. "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"How long have we've been married?"

Clark sighed. "Sixteen years, seven months, twenty-two days...." He raised his arm, looking at his watch. "Fourteen-hours, fifty-six minutes, and four seconds."

She slitted her eyes, hating that he was so precise. "Exactly!" She turned in his lap to look at him more. "Which means we've been married long enough that I know when you're hiding something from me."

He smiled, sliding his fingers through her dark strands. "You could tell things about me way before we were married."

Her face dropped at him avoiding the subject. "True, now tell me."

"Later." He grabbed her shoulders, gently turned her around and pulled her back until she laid on his chest again, head on his shoulder. "Right now, I want to spend this moment with my beautiful wife."

Lois snorted as he snuggled his face into her neck, but excitement spread over her face and she grabbed Clark's hands, sliding them under her blouse, onto her bulging stomach. Clark's face lit up, no matter how many times this happened to them it was always like the first time all over again.

"Whoa! She's got some kick." Clark praised, pressing his hand over the little lump that pressed back from the inside.

Lois smiled at the excited soon-to-be-daddy again, her hands over his and directing them to the best spots to feel their unborn child. He pressed his lips to her temple as he massaged his hands over her round-belly.

"No pain?" He whispered, the edge of worry for his wife always there.

Lois grinned, feeling complete with life at the funny little sensations the baby movements caused inside her tummy, knowing she carried a special cargo.

"Not one ounce."

Dr. Stiller was a miracle worker finding the right drugs that were safe enough for her and the baby that allowed her to carry to term without dealing with the overbearing strength from her half-Kryptonian children. Dealing with nine months of her insides being bruised and tortured by two little feet kicking away with unnatural strength from her first child had Clark all but ready to take matters into his own hands.

Thinking of everything from withholding sex, slipping birth control into her coffee to surgical procedures just so that they wouldn't have anymore children and he wouldn't have to go through another day of seeing the purple-ish marks on the outside of her stomach and hear her cries of pain from their child's movements inside her. She never complained but for his sanity he was willing to do anything.

Why he was forever grateful to Bruce for bringing Dr. Stiller into their lives and for his hard work of finding a way for Lois to have a normal pregnancy like any other women in the world. The exception being, Sam, since he seemed to take after his mom in the biological sense he was entirely normal-human...though not exactly, he had 'abilities that didn't seem to be the ordinary Kryptonian kind.

He knew things. Almost could sense things before they happened like a very strong sixth-sense or preminition. Lois wouldn't let anyone call it psychic, though it was what came to mind of being. He was also very smart for his age, ridiculously so at times. But he was shy, very quiert and so loveable just like his dad. His father's shadow what he was called, wherever Clark may be in the house you were sure to find Sammy right by his side.

Thumb in mouth, red blanket in hand dragging down by his feet. Exactly how he was even now in sleep.

Lois glanced over to her six year-old boy, laying flat-out on his stomach on top the wooden bench next to their chair. She drew her fingers in his dark curls, sighing contently and smiled as his puckered lips sucked on his thumb from the disturbance. He pulled the blood-red blanket closer to his face, the rest of it hung over the edge of the seat and laid on the wooden floor boards of the porch.

"What do you think?" Lois asked, eyes filled with her son.

"Hmmm?" Came Clark's lazy reply.

"The baby. You think Erica will have abilities like the rest or will poor Sammy be the only 'normal' sibling?"

"I think..." Clark said hugging Lois closer to his body as he snuggled against her. "We'll love her and she'll be happy no matter if she's full human, half-human, or half-kryptonian."

He kissed her neck. "I also think 'we' haven't decided to call her that."

"I believe I mentioned saying 'I' was going to call her that." Lois mocked using his tone of voice teasingly.

"She kicked!" Lois gasped and laughed at the timing. "See she likes the name."

"You're plotting her against me already." Clark groaned playfully. "Would be nice if I could have a kid all my own."

"Well, you carry them for nine months and then you could." She taunted, lacing their fingers together and laughing. "Besides you have Sammy."

"Yea..." Clark smiled toward his slumbering son. "...One out of seven. And the namesake of your father. How ironic is that?"

"What are you talking about? Daddy loves you." Lois giggled as the words not entirely being the truth slipped from her mouth.

"Love to get me away from you that is." Clark smirked with a frustrated roll of his eyes when it came to his wife's father.

Lois turned her face to him, inches from his own, and placed a kiss to his chin. "Too bad, your stuck with me Smallville."

"Lucky me." Clark mimicked her earlier words with a ear-to-ear grin on his face placing a kiss into her hair. "I'm stuck with all of you guys."

"Damn straight!"

"Lois!" He chastised and nibbled on her earlobe but she was unrepentant and only laughed.

His blues roamed the wide yard in front of them where Mara, the twins and Shelby were still engaged in their game of tag, or was it chase, within the dry, brown grass. The dog barking loudly with the children's playful excitement as he bounded after them. His dad and son were close to finding out who the unlucky person was that would wash the mount of dishes after dinner. His dad looked up and gave him a wink, a huge smile on the old man's face which Clark returned readily.

Sammy, his shadow, snored softly, making little babyish noises in his sleep as the red blanket Lois have given Clark long again stayed bunched in his tiny fist.

Ellen and his mother were still in the kitchen laughing over the embarrassing stories his mom was telling his daughter, about his awkward years of teen-hood and coping with his unwelcomed abilities. Clark giggled at the memories too and earned a raised brow from his chocolate hair wife and questioning hazel eyes.

"Are you going to tell me or is this a conversation for 'Later'?" She quirked, throwing his words back at him.

"Just happy." He replied truthfully, the swell of his heart could attest to that.

"Whatever about?" Lois teased, fluttering her long lashes at him.

Clark grinned, wide and bright, pressing his lips over hers in a soft kiss as he answered the one word that summed it all up.

"Life."

The End.

(Or just the beginning.....?)

A/N: Ahhhhh, that's a rap! Thanks! Review! PLZ!

I don't know whether to call that an evil cliffy or what *ponders* hehehe. To answer the question that's probably on mind, it's yes, I'm thinking about doing a sequel, kinda, not really. It deals with all the characters, mainly the children, so it's kind of like its own story then a sequel but whatever.

It's just going to be a fun piece, maninly, probably just monolouge. I don't know how serious I'll get into it so the chapters will probably be fast and short. I haven't decided yet.

Title: "It's a Super Life" or "Life" (which one?)

Summary: Still working on it----But basically it's going to be about the day in the life of Clark Kent, Lois Lane Kent and their children, the drama, fun, serious issues, loving moments, comical times of dealing with a huge 'super' family. I'll be doing a day in life with each kid from the Kents, Waynes, Queens, and Allens. Starting with Ellen.

Preview: Chapter one - Ellen the Secret

Name: Ellen Joanne Kent (Blah! Middle name.)
Age: 15
Height: 5'5
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 sees insides of people--Gross! Don't ask.)
Weakness: Major attitude (thanks mom!)

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 of six point five half-Kryptonian children?

Dealing with control issues over your powers and those of your siblings? Trying not to kill the Luthor kids, 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?

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

Coming Soon...