Short requested fic.
Together
The hotel was quiet.
They were far enough outside of Smallville that barely a soul knew their name and she wanted it that way, or at least, she thought she did.
"Martha? Are you okay?" she turned her head to see her boyfriend lying beside her, concern flooding his every feature.
"Yes." she lied, they had been seeing each other for three years and a part of her had always wanted to come clean tell Clark, tell everyone that yes, she was happy, yes, she was in love but, she still had this nagging doubt.
What if it wasn't enough?
"I know that look. What is it?"
A smile formed on her lips warming her cheeks. Oh that man could turn rain into sun.
"I love you."
He sighed in relief, "I love you too. But, then what's bothering you?"
"Clark, you two have become so close and call me a coward but, I'm scared that when we tell him… About us- that he won't take it very well."
Whitney turned his body and encircled her, so that she was breathing steadily into his protective embrace.
"Clark is married, with a baby of his own."
"Baby Lara is the light of my life. You know that."
He pulled her face gently to meet his in a sweet kiss. "There is nothing wrong, with who we are, how we feel or where we want to be in the next years of our lives."
"But, I'm a grandmother." Martha chuckled.
"A beautiful, smart, sexy, hell of a woman who I love more than anything in the entire world."
"Gee, you sure know how to boost a girl's confidence."
"Hey, we are going to do this."
"Together." Martha breathed in relief.