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Chapter 19: A Part of Me
STAR Labs, Lois' private room:
While his wife squeezed in a few hours of sleep, his son seemed restless, then Jonny whimpered a bit in his sleep. Clark picked up his son, and rocked him for a few minutes.
"Well, here we are, just you and me, well until you get hungry. You gave us a scare, buddy, but you're a strong one; aren't you." Jonny yawned and went back to sleep. "You need your rest and so does your Mom." He kissed his forehead but didn't put him down. Clark held him close to his chest. He sat there staring at his beautiful son still not quite believing he's here and he's a father.
Minutes later, Martha arrived. "Clark?" She whispered and realized Lois was asleep.
"Hey, Mom, I'm glad you made it," he said and stood up. "Here he is."
"Congratulations, Son. You're a father!" Martha whispered, eyes tearing up. He handed her the baby, and helped her to sit down. She immediately rocked him. "He looks just like you when you were little, but look at you now."
"Yeah, he's a small replica of me; no question about that."
Martha felt bad. "Clark, I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner. Kara wanted to fly me here but I just couldn't do it. You know how I feel about heights."
Clark chuckled. "Yeah, I know; I'm just glad you're here."
Moments later, Kara walked in. "Hey, congratulations, Clark!"
"Thanks, Kara," he said indicating that Lois was asleep, finger to his lips.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "Oh, there he is; he's so little. You know, Clark, I've never held a baby before."
"Really?" Clark asked a little surprised.
"Yes, there were no infants on the fire planet, and I only saw you once before I was sent away," she replied becoming emotional.
"Well, you agreed to help, and we're going to hold you to that."
"I can't wait to take care of him," Kara said.
"Might as well start now; take a seat," Martha said.
"Okay," Kara sat down just a little nervous. "Am I doing this right?"
"You're doing fine, Kara," Clark replied. "Looks like you're a natural too."
Kara frowned. "A natural; what does that mean?"
Clark chuckled. "It means that you don't need any practice. Jonny likes you."
"Oh, I like him too. He's Okay; isn't he?"
"Yes; he's strong and healthy. Lois and I feel extremely blessed."
"Clark?" Lois woke up, drowsy from sleep. "Hi, Martha, Kara; I'm so glad you're here."
"How are you feeling?" Martha asked and took her hand.
"I'm just so tired; it was a long night."
"Yes, Clark told me about the labor, but your Son; he's so beautiful."
"It was so worth it, but I was worried there for a while," Lois said eyes watering.
"Yes, I know, but Clark told me how strong you were and Jonny is just as strong." She squeezed her hand. "I love you my beautiful daughter," Martha said and kissed her cheek. "Get some rest, Okay?"
"I will; thank you for coming."
Kara brought the baby to his Mother. "He's a good boy."
"Yes, he is," Clark agreed. He gave Kara a hug and kissed his Mom's cheek. "We'll see you soon."
Then, a little while later, Jonny woke up; Lois immediately knew the sound.
"He's probably hungry," Clark said unnecessarily.
"Yeah, I thought that too," she said and tried to get him situated.
"Oh, you're going to breastfeed?"
"Well, yeah; I know we haven't talked about it, but he should be fine."
"And what about you; you're Okay with it?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Moments later, Jonny latched onto her breast without any trouble at all.
"Wow, he is hungry," Clark said and watched them with love and affection, and some other emotion he's yet to identify.
"I know that look," Lois said.
"What look?"
"The look of envy and maybe a little left out?"
"A little, but I'll get used to it."
"I know you will."
Minutes later, Jonny had his fill and immediately fell back to sleep. "Let's see if this works." She lifted him onto her shoulder and patted his back. He burped on cue.
She handed him back to his Father and tried to clean herself up. "Hand me a few tissues, please?"
"Oh, sure," Clark replied.
"Thanks," she said and lay back down. "I'm so tired."
"Go back to sleep; we'll be here when you wake up."
She chuckled. "I hope so," she said and went back to sleep.
"It's you and me again," Clark said and rocked him even though he didn't need it.
~o~o~
Several days later, Lois and Clark arrived home to their one bedroom apartment, ready to begin their lives together with their newborn son, Jonny Kent.
Jonny, a very agreeable baby, didn't cry unless he was hungry, or uncomfortable in his diaper. Clark, a doting father, always there for him when he needed changing or feeding. Once Lois got the hang of the breast pump, although she didn't like it; it did make sense. Breastfeeding her son felt right and so, she did that as often as she could. She needed her rest and the pump filled the gap which worked out fine.
In bed resting while Clark fed their son, Lois asked, "Have you thought any more about my Father's offer to live at his house just off base?"
"Yes, I have and it is a generous offer, but," he hesitated.
"You want our own place, right?"
"Are you mad?"
"No, of course, not. It's a mutual decision," Lois replied.
"I know, but I still want us to live near the beach, at least until Jonny starts walking."
"I like that idea and we could use some peace and quiet. So, have you found a place yet?" She asked getting excited.
"It's online and I'll bring it up in a minute," he replied. "Here we go, buddy, fed and changed." He burped him and placed him inside the bassinet.
Grabbing the laptop, he pulled up the realtor's website and showed her their new home, at least temporarily.
"Oh, it's cute and the décor; it's furnished? And does that say three bedrooms?" Lois asked.
"Yes, it does," he replied. She frowned. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know, Clark, but that's a lot of space and it's just the three of us."
"I thought the third bedroom could be an office for you."
"Aww, thanks, honey," Lois said then yawned for effect.
"Go back to sleep," he said.
"Yes, sir." She closed her eyes.
~o~o~
STAR Labs, a few days later:
In the kitchen fixing Jonny's bottle, Clark counted his blessings and there were many. He thought back to the moment he'd first laid eyes on his beautiful wife. He shook his head remembering all of it, but the one thing that stood out about his wife … her spirit, bravery, determination, thoughtfulness, unwavering belief in him and their lives together. Well, maybe there was more than one. Although, Clark was now on semi-paternity leave, he got a call. He sighed and picked up the communicator.
"This had better be the world ending or something," he quipped.
"Sorry, Clark, but you need to come to STAR Labs. We got a call, or Diana did," Barry hesitated.
"What's going on?" He asked beginning to worry.
"It's about Bizarro," he reluctantly replied.
He stiffened. "I'm on my way." Bizarro is dead; isn't he? He wondered, then he entered the bedroom, and Lois heard most of it.
"What was that about?" Holding her son, he whimpered as if he sensed something. "See, Jonny is upset."
He tried to smile then handed her the bottle. "No, he's not; he's hungry."
"Don't change the subject. I want to know what's going on."
"I have no idea. Barry didn't say; I'm headed over there now but I won't be long."
"Alright; call me when you find out. You know I'll worry if I don't hear from you."
He kissed her cheek. "You have my word," he said. "Bye, Jonny."
~o~o~
Clark, out of costume, entered the conference room and everyone was there, except Bruce. Clark found that odd. "What in the world is going on and where's Bruce?"
No one answered him because Bruce walked in. "I'll answer that."
"Well, why are we here, and what's so important that I had to leave my wife and son?" Clark asked getting upset.
"Everyone, please take a seat and I'll explain everything," Bruce said and glanced at Diana; she did not look happy.
"We're listening," Diana said and waited for an explanation. She was the one who had found out that Bizarro wasn't dead, but alive and the doctors were experimenting on him. Also, she had a lot on her mind. Bruce proposed last night but she hadn't given him an answer; and now this.
Bruce walked the length of the room. "Look, after Bizarro apparently died, it was my decision to bring him here. At first, we needed to find out about the toxic gas and why he wasn't infected, but then after we found out the results, we needed to know who and where the other DNA had come from, and now we know."
"Who is it?" Clark asked intrigued.
"It's not human, if that's what you're thinking," he replied.
"It's alien; is that what they think?" Diana concluded.
"Yes, they think it is, but they wanted to continue the search and I agreed."
Still upset and worried, Clark stood up and walked. "How long have you known that he was alive?"
He hesitated. "Not long, only a few weeks."
"A few weeks? I get it now; you still don't trust me; isn't that true?" Clark asked disappointed.
"No, that's not true and you know it. I'm doing this for all of us."
"Oh, really; all of us?" Barry asked, not believing it.
"Look guys, the fact that Bizarro is virtually a god and he nearly killed us, we need to think really hard about killing him. He could be of use to us in case we're attacked again." They looked skeptical. "I know what you're thinking; the threat is gone, but what if it isn't? We have to be prepared." Bruce stressed his point.
"Now, that I can agree with," J'onn put in his two cents.
"I do too," Arthur said.
"This isn't up for debate or a vote. Bizarro needs to die. You have his DNA, his blood; he doesn't need to live," Clark said.
"Clark is right; he needs to die," Barry said then he thought about it. "I know what; why don't I take him to the future like we initially planned?"
"I definitely agree." Clark then stressed his point. "He can't escape; not again. If he does, he'll come for my wife. We know that's true, and I can't risk my wife and son; I can't let that happen."
The room went silent. "Well, Bruce?" Diana asked.
"Alright, take him to the future, and take the green K with him," he finally replied.
Extremely relieved, Clark whispered. "Thank you, Bruce."
Diana and Bruce locked eyes. He tried to smile and wondered if his proposal would be thrown back in his face; move out and never speak to him again; or maybe leave the team. The thought terrified him.
Bizarro, meanwhile, came to accept the fact that he's immortal. Leaving Lois was not what he planned; he wanted to die. Now, after finding out he would be taken far away unable to return, he realized the inevitable truth.
The next day, Barry streaked Bizarro to the future; a future where clones were not used as test subjects but nurtured and accepted.
~o~o~
Back at the condo:
Several days later, Diana had not returned to the condo. They'd barely spoken since the truth about Bizarro was revealed. It's time for them to talk; she hated this tension between them. They certainly couldn't talk at the Hall. Determined to at least clear the air, they walked into the condo, unsure about their future.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Bruce apologized. "I'm sorry, Diana. I wanted to tell you when I first found out, but I wasn't sure how."
Standing by the window, she whispered, "We can't be together."
Stunned and terrified, he came closer. "You don't mean that; just tell me how to fix this." He paused for a moment, then, "You know I love you."
At those heartfelt words, she tried to be strong. "I know you do, but if we can't confide in each other, trust each other with the truth, no matter how hard it may be, we won't make it."
He bowed his head. "I know and I'm a terrible person; I know that, but please give me another chance to make this right."
She sighed and turned to face him. "Bruce, you're not a terrible person, and I understand about trust but it has to work both ways."
He remembered telling her the same thing months ago, just before he kissed her to show her how much he cared. "You're right about trust, but I haven't been able to trust anyone, not for a long time. It just doesn't come naturally for me. I know that's not an excuse, but you're the first person I've really let inside, and I'll understand if you want time away, and," he couldn't finish.
"I truly don't know. I love this apartment and I love you, but I think we should be apart for a while." Tears threatened.
He thought the worse. "Are you thinking of returning to the island; leaving the team?"
"No, the thought never entered my mind," she replied then wondered why he would ask that question.
He read her like a book. "I don't know why I asked that, but I was just wondering," he finished lamely. "I'll take you back."
"Let me get my things," she whispered and headed to the bedroom. She pulled out a small bag, tears flowed down her cheeks; she dashed them away.
He watched her from the doorway. "So, it's over?"
At those words, her heart constricted. "I don't know, but we need time to think about … everything."
"Princess, please don't go." His voice vibrated pain and something else she couldn't identify.
Walking over to the dresser, tears threatened again, but there it was, the ring, and then the memories:
At the condo, late last night:
"Princess?" In front of the fireplace, the warmth of the fire soothed her frayed nerves. Saving Bruce had become second nature to her but this last time had nearly stopped her heart; he almost died.
"Yes, what is it?" She turned and he stood there staring at her.
"I have something for you. I've been carrying it around for a while, but I thought it was time." He pulled out a ring from his pocket, then got down on one knee.
"Bruce, what are you doing?" She knew exactly what he was doing. Her heart throbbed against her ribs unsure if this is what she wanted or not.
He read her face clearly. "I know this is a shock and you don't have to give me an answer right away." He paused to gather his courage. "I love you with all my heart. I never thought I would ever find you, but to be honest, you found me. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He held out the ring.
"Oh, Bruce," she whispered in awe of the beautiful ring then she took it without thinking. "It's beautiful, but you will give me time; won't you?"
He sat down beside her. "Of course, I will, and I promise to always be here for you, no matter what."
"I know you will." Still staring at the ring, she asked, "How long have you had this?"
"I don't know, a long time," he thoughtfully replied.
"A long time."
Back to the present:
"Princess?" Not sure how to approach her, then he saw the ring.
She turned and held it out to him. "You should take this."
He frowned. "No, you promised to think about it."
She placed it back on the dresser and went into the closet and pulled out a few articles of clothing. Bruce picked up the ring. He couldn't let her leave, not this way.
"I know you still love me. Say you don't and I'll let you go." He stood still and watched her come out of the closet. Her face wet with tears, he immediately came closer and pulled her close; she pulled away.
"Please don't," she said and tried to move away.
"Diana please, listen to me. I won't stop you from leaving, just let me explain. I know what I did was wrong not to tell you the truth, but," he hesitated.
"I don't understand why; why didn't you tell me?" She paused at his silence. "I guess I could understand why you didn't tell Clark or the others, but why not me?"
"Look, the reason I didn't tell you is because, and I know this is me not trusting anyone, but super powered beings are new to me and," he said shame-faced.
"You have a mistrust for super-powered beings." Now, she understood. "I suspected that was the reason, but I thought you had moved past it." He bowed his head. "Is this going back to your fight with Clark and why you hated him?"
"Yes, it is. I couldn't tell you, Clark, or the others because of my trust issues."
"I know you trust me; don't you?" She asked worried about that.
"You know I do," he quickly replied.
"Then trusting Clark will come, just let it happen. I have faith that in time you will accept us; all of us; we would never hurt you."
"I know that now and I'm ashamed for the way I feel, but I'm getting better; aren't I?" He tried to smile hoping she would understand.
"Yes, you are getting better, but," she hesitated. She walked over to the window. "I do want to stay."
"You do?" He asked and came closer.
"Yeah, I do." He stood in front of her. "No one is perfect, Bruce. We all have our faults and insecurities, but I've always believed in you." She paused as she stared at him. "You're a good person; I truly believe that. I knew that from the moment we met." She paused and considered his eyes. "We all have demons inside of us, but we need to learn how to trust; I know it's difficult. Even I had to learn that."
"So, you'll stay with me?" He asked thrilled to think she would give him another chance.
"Yes, I'll stay." She smiled at him.
He picked her up, surprising her and laid her down. "I promise to trust more freely and I promise never to hurt you again."
"I believe you, Bruce," she whispered then she leaned up and kissed him passionately.
"I love you so much," he whispered between kisses.
"I love you too." She pulled him closer and kissed him back.
~o~o~
Epilogue, back to Metropolis:
It's nearly a year since that fateful day at STAR Labs, Lois, Clark, and their son Jonathan enjoyed a peaceful yet exiled existence. Clark returned to free-lancing while Lois worked from home. Of course, they were in contact with their family and friends, but maybe it was time to move back home. Even though, at first, they rejected her Father's offer about the house, but they changed their minds. After nearly six months of renovations with updates to the bathrooms; the kitchen; the basement; they moved into Lois' childhood home.
Sam greeted them with hugs and kisses, and keys to the house. "Welcome home," Sam said and handed the keys to Clark.
"Oh, Daddy, it looks wonderful," Lois said. Jonny squirmed in her arms, then she set him down. He immediately ran towards the kitchen.
"Sam, this is too much," Clark said admiring their new home, carrying luggage, then he headed upstairs. "I'll be right back."
Lois knew what to expect, but photos did not do it justice; it turned out beautifully with refinished hardwood floors; the kitchen, especially, looked amazing with granite countertops; new appliances; kitchen sink; new flooring and cabinets. The bathrooms, both upstairs and the master bathroom had been updated. It's certainly not the house Lucy and I grew up in, she thought, but the memories would always be there.
Upstairs, after checking out the master, Lois entered the second bedroom. "What's this?" She opened the door to her old room, and it looked adorable, decorated as a young boy's space, with a twin bed; a toddler size desk and chairs; a dresser; a toy cabinet, and the walls were freshly painted. Quite surprised, Lois and Jonny loved it.
Excited and thrilled for them, Sam asked, "Well, how does it look; do you like it?"
"It's wonderful, Daddy," Lois replied, eyes tearing up, and gave him a tight hug. "Clark, look at this!"
"Wow, this is great," he replied and picked up his son. "Jonny, this is your room." Of course, he squirmed to be put back down.
"I truly don't know what to say. At least let us pay for some of the renovations?" Lois asked.
"Not on your life. It's an investment, so just enjoy it."
"Thanks, Sam; we really appreciate everything you've done for us," Clark said and shook his hand. "I'll get the rest of the bags."
"How's Jonny doing?" Sam asked, curious about his grandson.
"Oh, do you mean has he shown any signs of his 'heritage'?" Iris asked with raised eyebrows.
"I guess I ask that question a lot, huh?" Sam glanced at shoes.
Lois understood. "As soon as we see a sign, you'll be the first to know," she replied and smiled. "I will say this; he loves his new room. Jonny, thank your grandpa," she said and watched as Jonny's eyes lit up.
Sam picked him up. Although he was walking on his own, he still enjoyed being carried sometimes. "Hi, Jonny, good to see you," he said. Jonny touched his cheek; he remembered his grandpa.
Jonny smiled and touched his grandpa's cheek.
Sam kissed his cheek and held him close. "I've missed him."
"Well, we're home now," Lois said. They headed back downstairs.
Sam set Jonny down who immediately walked away, headed for the kitchen. "I'll let you get settled," he said.
"Hey, how's Martha?" Lois asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Well, how's this?" He pulled out a small velvet box.
Clark came downstairs and saw the box. "Is that a ring?"
He put it back in his pocket. "I was about to ask your permission." Sam ducked his head.
Lois held in a smile. "I think it's wonderful; don't you, Clark?"
He hesitated for a second. "Of course, I do." He shook his hand. "You have my permission."
Sam released a breath. "Thanks, Clark."
"You know, we need a housewarming and welcome home party." Lois walked into the kitchen and picked up her son. "Do you agree, Jonny?"
"Ma … ma." Jonny agreed and clapped his hands.
Lois gasped and so did Clark. "He said 'Mama'?"
"Jonny, my boy!" Clark exclaimed and took him from Lois holding him. "Da … da!"
"Ma … ma."
Lois giggled. Clark did not.
"And he said 'Mama' right?" Sam asked and smiled at their silliness.
Clark tried again. "Da … da?"
No luck.
~o~o~
The Kent's new home, a month later:
While in the kitchen, fixing snacks and pouring drinks, Lois and Clark glanced in the living room. Almost everyone was there: Bruce and Diana, now engaged for nearly a year, sat on the sofa, heads together, probably planning their wedding; Lucy and Ron, engaged but in no hurry to get married; Barry and Iris, not engaged yet, but the future knows what's up; Arthur and Mera, not engaged yet, but it's only a matter of time; J'onn and M'gann, who he'd met a few months ago, in Central City while visiting Barry; Victor who sat at breakfast bar, waiting for his old friend to show up; and lastly, Kara and James, who were on their way.
Soft music mostly easy listening, not too intrusive, played throughout the house. They may encourage dancing later; depending on how the evening progressed.
Martha, in town to visit her grandson, so Jonny was with her at Sam's new place. Martha accepted Sam's proposal but where would they live? To be truthful, neither of them wanted and needed to be near their children.
"Victor, hey; is she coming?" Lois asked and handed him a soda.
"I hope so," he replied, not very enthusiastic.
"How long have you two known each other?"
"Since high school," he replied thinking about her.
"Does she know about you, I mean, the accident?"
"Yes, she knows. She came to see me after the implants and she wasn't repulsed or anything."
"Well, I'm sure she'll come," Lois said encouraging him.
"Thanks, Lois."
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." She opened the door and Kara and James walked in. "Oh, you made it!"
"Yeah, we made it," Kara said and give her a hug.
"Everyone is here," Lois said and led them over to the bar. Clark did the honors. "Hey Kara, James, it's good to see you. What are you having?"
"Thanks, Clark," James said. "I'll have a vodka and tonic."
"What are you having, Kara?" Clark asked.
"A club soda is fine," she replied. James raised his eyebrows. "I don't drink; it goes straight to my head."
"Okay," James said. They took their drinks and mingled.
Lois walked over to the bar. "Is something wrong?" She whispered.
"I'm not sure, but maybe Kara will update us soon. She hasn't spoken to me about their relationship, well not since we left Metropolis," Clark thoughtfully replied.
"Well, long distance relationships can be difficult, but I hope they can work things out."
"I hope so too," Clark said and watched them mingle. They did seem a bit distant.
A little while later, Kara and James stepped out into the backyard and took in the scenery. "It's a beautiful home; I'm happy for them."
"Kara, everyone is picking up on how strained things are between us. We haven't talked in a while, well not since I kissed you and you said you weren't ready. I'll understand if you don't want to see me again."
"That's not it at all. It's me and I'm trying to fit in at the farm and now here. My studies are over but I can't decide whether to come back here and be with you, join the League, or just get a job and try something new. I'm not sure what I want."
He understood. "Is this about the announcement and being introduced to the world as Supergirl? You were amazing by the way."
"Thanks, James, but yeah, that's part of it. Clark thinks I need more time before I join the League, but he may be right," she said unsure about her life.
"You don't have to decide right away. Just take your time and think about all of that. Okay?" He wanted her to be happy; no matter what.
"Even if that means we can't be together?" She hated to ask but she truly didn't know what to do or how to move forward.
"Yes, I'll understand, if you're happy; I could live with that."
"You're amazing and I'm so glad we met and you're my friend. Promise me, we'll always be friends."
"Always," he replied and smiled at her.
Relieved, she returned his smile.
Back inside, Bruce wanted to make a toast, then tapped his glass. "Does everyone have a drink? I'm about to make a toast."
Lois and Clark entered the living room. "Sure, Bruce, go ahead," Clark said and glanced at his wife.
"Don't worry; I promise to be good." He paused then began his speech. "Let me start by saying welcome back to Metropolis. We've missed you and Jonny too, and we're glad you're back. You have a new home, a beautiful little boy, and this house is waiting to be filled with memories to last a lifetime. Thanks for having us over to celebrate, now raise your glass. To Lois, Clark, and Jonny! All the best in your new home!" He raised his glass and took a sip.
"Here, here!" Everyone chorused together.
"That was beautiful; thank you Bruce," Clark said truly touched. "Now, how about we open gifts?" Although the invitation didn't specifically ask for gifts, Lois and Clark, truly grateful to have such wonderful friends, opened their gifts: a few bottles of wine; lovely potted plants; candles; wine glasses; and lastly toys for Jonny.
"Thank you all so much for these wonderful gifts, and thank you for being such wonderful friends," Clark said.
"Does anyone want to dance?" Lois asked. Clark changed the stereo to upbeat and few slow songs were thrown in as well.
Victor had just about given up when the doorbell rang. Lois and Clark were in the kitchen. "I'll get it." He opened it and Rosalyn stood there holding a potted plant.
"Victor?" She asked and smiled at him. "I'm sorry I'm late."
"Rosalyn, you made it; I was beginning to think," he hesitated.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"Sure, come in." Lois joined them. "You must be Rosalyn. I'm Lois Lane-Kent and welcome to our home."
"Thank you, Lois, for having me," she said walked inside, and handed her the plant.
"Thank you so much," Lois said. "I love it. Can I get you a drink?"
"White wine is fine," Rosalyn replied.
Victor stared at her unsure how to behave. She held out her hand. He took it without hesitation.
The party was now in full swing; everyone seemed to be having a good time, reminding them of their wedding reception. No one wanted to leave, but it's getting late; almost midnight.
After cleaning up, both exhausted, they sat down in the living room. Clark whispered, "I miss Jonny."
"I know; he's never been away from us before; I wonder how he's doing."
"Do you want to call and find out?" He asked.
"No, it's late; I'm sure he's fine," she replied only half believing it, then changed the subject. "We haven't danced since our wedding. I'm a little out of breath."
"Me too," he said.
"You're never out of breath," she said and scooted closer, her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, you don't know me as well as you think you do."
"I know enough," she said and looked up into his face, then he smiled at her.
"Well, did you know that I was ticklish?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"No, I didn't know that," she replied and tickled him.
He sat there unaffected. "I said 'I was' ticklish not that I am now."
"Seriously? How can you not be ticklish anymore?"
"I haven't a clue, maybe it's another super power I gained from before?"
"Or maybe I just didn't touch the right spot?" She asked and tried again. This time his lips quirked up. "I knew it." She continued tickling him in the right spot. He gritted his teeth; but couldn't hold it in anymore, and burst out laughing.
"Uncle; Uncle!" He cried and pulled her hands away. "That's enough; you proved your point." He gave her a look.
"Don't you dare!" She jumped up and amazingly, he let her go. She made it to the bedroom, then Clark stood there watching her. He slowly walked inside and closed the door then unbuttoned his shirt.
"I didn't realize that tickling turned you on; I'll need to remember that." She giggled at his look.
He removed his shirt and tossed it on a chair. Now, Lois was the one turned on. Staring at chest, she blurted out, "Damn, I'm a lucky woman." She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it.
"And I'm a lucky man," he said firmly.
"We're both lucky." Both smiling, they continued to undress. A little while later, and after making love, Clark lay there thinking.
"You're being quiet; what's wrong?" Lois asked softly.
"Nothing is wrong; I'm laying here in a house with my wife and son, although he'll be home tomorrow, but I've never been this happy. Our wedding day comes pretty close, but this; this is so much more than I could ever have dreamed." Eyes shining, he smiled at her look.
Her eyes watered. "No more nightmares?"
"No; no more nightmares."
Lois leaned up and kissed him … a kiss of trust, faith and … hope."
The end!
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Song Inspiration: We Belong Together, Mariah Carey.
A/N: I so enjoyed writing this story; I never wanted it to end. It gave me fits at times, but I would not have wanted it any other way. I would love to continue the series later in the year after Justice League comes out in November. Now, I know you're out there reading, even though comments are few, but it feels good to know you took this journey with me. I feel so blessed to be able to write and to know that a few people read my stories and enjoy them just a little means so much. I truly, truly appreciate it. Until next time, please review this final chapter because reviews are love, but of course you knew that! Bye for now! :D