She stared out the window, into the deep purples, blues, and the always present slight yellow haze from the city. She glanced at the places where the stars should be and where the moon peeked through a passing cloud. And she searched for one of the only things in her life that mattered.
Besides her son that is. She glanced over her shoulder and walked over to his room. Walking quietly on the wood floor she made it to his room without making any squeaking noises that would wake him up. Once there she opened the door just enough to see her little boy's face. Her baby. If it wasn't for him she wasn't sure if she could have ever gone on all those years.
He was his father's son and he not only consoled her with sweet little drawings and kisses when 'Mommy looked sad' but gave her pure happiness and joy. Her little angel. She closed the door and walked back over to window softly. She leaned up against its frame and rubbed her temples warding off the oncoming headache. She gave the sky one last glance sighed. Walking back their room she tied and untied her robe in deep thought and finally untied it and laid down on their bed. Pulling up the covers she started crying softly.
It hurt to share. It hurt knowing that while she wanted him so badly, the world needed him more. She knew what she was getting herself into when she married him. He had been the first to warn her. But even still she was lonely. She was Lois Lane, Ms. Intrepid Reporter, Ms. Never-Take-No-For-an-Answer, Mrs. Kent, or to her subconscious Mrs. Superman. She was never good with sharing and it was the one thing that she would have to do for her love. Her Superman… Clark. Go figure.