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Summary: Martha finds a surprise in her kitchen.

Author's Note: I just got inspired one night, just a cute little one-shot with baby Clark Martha fluff.

I love you, mommy

Martha Kent stepped out of the driver's side of the red pickup truck, glad to be home. A little 5-year-old Clark jumped out of the passenger seat and, following his mother, they went to the back of the truck to get the newly-bought groceries and bring them inside. Martha reached into the bed of the truck and took out four heavy bags, one after another.

Experienced in the tradition of grocery shopping, little Clark eagerly awaited for his mother to stack four heavy bags (they weren't very heavy, in his opinion) into his outstreched arms. After the fourth bag was carefully placed on top of the others, Martha smiled at her son.

He makes shopping so easy, she thought, smiling warmly as she watched her little miracle slowly totter towards the house, careful not to drop any of the bags.

Martha shook herself from her thoughts as she caught up to her son and gave him a loving little smack on his bottom, making him giggle with joy and start running as fast as he could (well, as fast as he could without dropping any of the bags) into the house. After Martha and Clark had put away all of the things they bought, Martha made Clark a PBJ sandwich and walked into the living room to watch a little TV.

After about five minutes of watching some dumb, meaningless, news story, Martha listened for her son.

Silence.

Uh-oh, thought Martha, it's quiet in there... too quiet.

Apprehensive of what she may find, Martha cautiously entered the kitchen.

What she saw would have shocked anyone, and shock it did.

In the span of 5 minutes, little Clark was able to make the kitchen look like it was hit by a bomb. Immediately Martha clenched her eyes shut, unable to look at the horrendous mess. After gaining some confidence, however, she managed to slowly open them. The sink was full to the brim with bowls and spoons covered in a sticky substance; the floor was littered with broken eggshells, flour, and a few scattered puddles of milk; and the refrigerator had little white handprints all over it.

I curse super speed, thought Martha hopelessly, only a kid with super speed could ruin a lovely kitchen in such a sort amount of time.

Martha tried to keep her anger in check, and as she surveyed the damage, her vision eventually rested on Clark. As angry as she wanted to be, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. Similar to her kitchen, the once-clean Clark was caked with flour and a few other unidentifiable substances.

Martha shook her head and sighed. Choosing her words carefully, Martha asked the messy little boy one question.

"What exactly were you doing in here, Clark"

Clark ran to the fridge, took something out, and ran back faster than the blink of an eye. Hiding the surprise behind his back, he walked up to his mother. As a small smile crept over his adorable little features, he showed his mom what he made.

Martha looked at the surprise and smiled, and as her eyesight became blurry with tears, any anger that remained instantaneously disappeared.

The wonderful suprise was a cake... a cake made by her 5-year-old son. It had a big, red, pretty misshapen heart on it, and it even had a couple of egg shells sticking out of it, but to Martha, it was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen. Clark smiled even bigger.

"I love you mommy."

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did you like it? I love baby clark fluffiness, so when an idea for one finally came to me, I just had to write it! REVIEWS PLEASE!