Lana

''Mrs. Luther you're pregnant'' I hear the words inside my head but I don't register them. ''What'' I say just to clarify the words that I was hearing were true. But then Lex walks in, he is just as surprised as I am. He has always wanted a kid. We have been married 3 years yet nothing. I don't think I have ever seen a happier look on his face. This is a very wonderful moment'' Lex responds with an amount of joy I have never heard before. Of course right then a reporter walks in and starts taking pictures. Lex chased them out but tomorrow I will still have my face on the front page. Lex walks in and apologizes for the whole thing ''it's fine'' I say, knowing how much he hates the press. We stay because the doctors want to run a few more x-rays. When the doctor says that it is time to go Lex leaves so I can get changed. I close the blinds so that way no one can see me I still go to the bathroom thinking nothing is safe with the press around. Which is probably true. I finished changing when the press came back. I thought I was going to explode. Somebody forgot to turn their flash off. Hint, hint. They went away. Then we got in the car. We wait until the purple dots stop floating in and out of our vision and then start driving. We get home to the Luther mansion and all the nurses are there to greet me. I feel so claustrophobic my vision is hazy and I have just enough energy to say. "Guys I just found out I don't think that anything is going to happen yet''. The nurses leave one by one until the youngest / only one was left. I say ''Grace, if all the other nurses think I'm okay enough to be left alone then I am'."

"Yes Mrs. Luther''

"Please, Grace, call me Lana." I guess she likes the sound of that because she smiled and walked out. I want people to call me by my real name, Lana I really do think that it is respectful, but I'm not that old yet. About 4 months later I hear a loud crash and then I think, "Okay something is wrong either lex just dropped something very heavy or he is bringing something very heavy to me or both." He walks in with a giant name book. He obviously dropped it. I knew it.

"Lex do we really need to discuss this now?" he puts down the book comes over kisses me on the cheek then says ''of course and plus I don't have a lot of time this week to take care of you and discuss this, too.'' I laugh then sit down, I am a little disappointed with him saying that. We automatically know what the boy name is going to be. ''Julian'' we both say without hesitation.

Lex responds ''thanks''

''Now what about the girl name'' I say with a little bit of sigh in my voice

''that's fine how about Lily, for your mom?" he stares into my eyes and knows something's wrong. ''I just want to tell Chloe'' I pick up the phone and dial her number she picks up ''hey, what's up?"

''hi it's Lana I was wondering if you could come over soon.''

''Sure what's going on.'' She says

''I just need you to come over to tell you this.'' I respond.

We hear a knock at the door and we prepare to tell her the news. She walks in and I say sit down she does. I say ''hi how's it going''

"fine?" she says with taking a breath in order to start the awkward conversation now we are both smiling. She has no idea while I'm smiling so she gives me a confused look. ''Good'' I say almost immediately.

"Clark is looking for you by the way.'' Chloe responds without hesitation

''Why?" I say with confusion

"Something about the new manager at the talon you hired,'' chloe responds with a bit of hastiness

''What's wrong Chloe?'' I say

''Clark likes Lois, I mean that is what I think'' she says sounding very excited

''That's what I called you over for I have something huge to tell you that I have sort of known for a while but haven't really known, if that makes any sense.'' Before I start talking again I take a deep breath.

okay

''what!?''

I start laughing and then repeat myself'' I'm pregnant''

She practically runs over to me and hugs me.

''How long have you known'' she asks while laughing

''4 months'' I say with hesitation

Chloe gives me a withering glare to let me know she's mad about me not telling her.