1 All I ever wanted, all I ever hated
A/N: I strangely got this story from my little brother. So the idea belongs to him. Or it did until I stole it from him. But luckily it's legal. Everything else I don't own. Please review and tell me what you think but any bad comments please email me at ScoobyGal55@aol.com
Martha and Jonathan Kent brought the naked boy home. How weird was it that they found a child on the same day as a meteor crash? As the three walked in, Jonathan turned back to the door. "I'm going to investigate where we found the kid."
"Jon, don't go. What are we going to do?"
"You stay here until I come back and then we can call social services and try to find his parents."
"And if we don't? Find the parents I mean."
"Then I guess we'll just have to adopt him." Martha's face turned a bright red. Jonathan never really wanted to adopt. They had tried to have a child of their own but failed. Jonathan smiled and left the house, leaving Martha and the boy alone.
*@*
The social worker nodded. "Yes, we do let people who adopt, adopt more then one child. It happens all the time in fact. Most parents don't want their children to be syblingless."
"Great." Jon said. He turned to his wife and… and his son. It would be odd having a son but a joy, indeed. He had talked to Martha when he had come back that night. He had found a space shuttle where they had found Clark (what they had named the boy). They agreed that it would be better if Clark had a brother to share his secret with. Whatever that secret might be (they had their theories but were not yet sure).
"Sign here and the adoption for Clark will be complete. We'll have papers for you next week for any further adoptions."
"Thank you so much." Martha said as she stood up with Clark in her arms. She shook hands with the social worker and then left followed by Jonathan.
*@*
Having two three-year-old sons was harder then it sounded. Life in the Kent house was harder then ever. Martha was overrun with work. Having to juggle all the house work, farm work, and child care was more then she could handle. It's not like Jonathan was not helping but he had tons of work with the farm already.
"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Clark broke my blue ranger again!!!"
"Tom bad." Clark said slowly. He learned fast but before they had found him he had no knowledge of the English language at all. "Tom touch pink ranger."
"Clark, that is no excuse for breaking Tommy's toy. Now you go sit in the corner until I tell you otherwise."
"Clark no break toy!!"
"Yes you did you big lying poop head!" Tommy Kent yelled.
"Tommy, Clark! Both of you stop! Clark say sorry for breaking the toy."
"Clark no br-"
"Clark!" Martha shouted.
"Sorry, Tommy."
"Now, Tommy say sorry for calling your brother those mean words."
"Sorry Clarky"
"Okay, now you two go sit in the corner."
The boys opened their mouths to object but knew better and went to different corners in the room.
A/N: I strangely got this story from my little brother. So the idea belongs to him. Or it did until I stole it from him. But luckily it's legal. Everything else I don't own. Please review and tell me what you think but any bad comments please email me at ScoobyGal55@aol.com
Martha and Jonathan Kent brought the naked boy home. How weird was it that they found a child on the same day as a meteor crash? As the three walked in, Jonathan turned back to the door. "I'm going to investigate where we found the kid."
"Jon, don't go. What are we going to do?"
"You stay here until I come back and then we can call social services and try to find his parents."
"And if we don't? Find the parents I mean."
"Then I guess we'll just have to adopt him." Martha's face turned a bright red. Jonathan never really wanted to adopt. They had tried to have a child of their own but failed. Jonathan smiled and left the house, leaving Martha and the boy alone.
*@*
The social worker nodded. "Yes, we do let people who adopt, adopt more then one child. It happens all the time in fact. Most parents don't want their children to be syblingless."
"Great." Jon said. He turned to his wife and… and his son. It would be odd having a son but a joy, indeed. He had talked to Martha when he had come back that night. He had found a space shuttle where they had found Clark (what they had named the boy). They agreed that it would be better if Clark had a brother to share his secret with. Whatever that secret might be (they had their theories but were not yet sure).
"Sign here and the adoption for Clark will be complete. We'll have papers for you next week for any further adoptions."
"Thank you so much." Martha said as she stood up with Clark in her arms. She shook hands with the social worker and then left followed by Jonathan.
*@*
Having two three-year-old sons was harder then it sounded. Life in the Kent house was harder then ever. Martha was overrun with work. Having to juggle all the house work, farm work, and child care was more then she could handle. It's not like Jonathan was not helping but he had tons of work with the farm already.
"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Clark broke my blue ranger again!!!"
"Tom bad." Clark said slowly. He learned fast but before they had found him he had no knowledge of the English language at all. "Tom touch pink ranger."
"Clark, that is no excuse for breaking Tommy's toy. Now you go sit in the corner until I tell you otherwise."
"Clark no break toy!!"
"Yes you did you big lying poop head!" Tommy Kent yelled.
"Tommy, Clark! Both of you stop! Clark say sorry for breaking the toy."
"Clark no br-"
"Clark!" Martha shouted.
"Sorry, Tommy."
"Now, Tommy say sorry for calling your brother those mean words."
"Sorry Clarky"
"Okay, now you two go sit in the corner."
The boys opened their mouths to object but knew better and went to different corners in the room.