Clark sat on the front porch swing and looked out on the farm lost in thought. He turned as the front door opened as Martha brought out two cups of coffee.

He smiled slightly as he took it from her. "Thank you."

She sat down in the nearby rocking chair. She could tell he had something on his mind that he wanted to talk about but she was going to wait and let him bring it up in his time.

"How are you feeling? Did you sleep well last night?"

"I'm feeling much better; and yes I did sleep well last night. I always do out here."

"You are not doing any chores today." She gave him the sternest look she could muster. "I want you to get up your strength again."

He nodded dutifully at her. "Yes, ma'am."

"I came to the hospital. I stood outside watching and waiting like everyone else. Are you sure you're alright? Should you have flown out here? You really had me worried there for a while."

He saw her hand shake slightly as she lifted the coffee to her mouth. He reached out and placed his hand on top of hers. "I'm fine. Nothing that a little time in the country can't fix."

She smiled up at him to let him know that she was alright. "So, have you found a place to stay yet?"

"No, I'm still looking around. Hopefully I'll find somewhere soon."

She nodded as he sipped his coffee. "How's the farm doing?"

"It's fine." She looked over at the golden lab that was curled up at the other end of the porch. "She keeps me company and is a watchdog."

The both sat in silence for a moment just enjoying the stillness of the early morning.

"So, how is working going? Have you gotten used to it again? It was really nice that Mr. White gave you your job back."

Clark nodded. He wouldn't tell her the only reason he got it back was because it had been emptied by a person's death. "Work is going okay. When I walked into the news room almost everything seemed to be the same as it had been when I left."

"Almost everything?" Martha inquired softly.

"The buzz of the news room was the same. I don't think that will every change. Perry was still running things like always and Jimmy was still the great photographer."

"And Lois?" Martha looked innocently over at him over her coffee cup. She didn't want to seem like she was prying but she was curious about how things were now between them. He hadn't said anything about her since his return. She hated to see his heart broken.

Clark smiled inwardly. He knew what she was trying to do. "She's engaged. Has been for a long time now, according to Jimmy." Clark looked over and saw the disappointed look on her face.

"I also met her unique son." Clark paused as he said unique and mimicked the expression his mother had done only a few moments earlier by also looking over his cup at her.

Martha was confused. She swore she saw a bit of a smile playing at the corner of Clark's face when he said that Lois had a son. But why? "Really. That's good. What is so unique about him?"

"He's like his father." Clark couldn't hide the smile anymore as it broke across his face.

Martha's eyes became big as what Clark meant hit her. "You mean that you're the father?"

Clark nodded his head as Martha got up and rushed as quickly as she could over to the swing. "How do you know for sure? Did you see him do something?"

"Lois told me at the hospital. I don't know if he has done anything 'unusual' yet."

"Oh, Clark. What are you going to do?"

"I went to see him to be sure after Lois told me. I'm not going to interfere with Lois's life. I went away and she has moved on."

Martha could hardly believe was she was hearing but could tell he had something he wanted to say. "What it is Clark?"

"I'm not the only one anymore."

"I'm glad you're happy son." Martha smiled.