Hi, this is my first Smallville fanfic. I always love Clark fluff with his parents. I know that there was a BabyClark story, the one with 21 chapters, and I promise, I'm not trying to steal her ideas. I just wanted to write my own version of moments where Jonathan and Martha learn how to be parents.

"Get some rest, Martha," Jonathan said, kissing his wife on the lips. "I can make sure Clark's okay."

"But Jonathan…" Martha said, still half asleep.

"Martha, come on, let me spend time with the kid. Besides, I think I hear him calling for me," he joked. Truth was that Jonathan had no idea how to take care of a 3 year old child. Especially one who could not state what he wanted.

Jonathan finished coaxing Martha into bed, and walked to Clark's room, where he was still crying, blue eyes bloodshot.

"Guess you're not used to being in this house yet, huh, little guy?" Jonathan said quietly, and Clark held out his arms, sniffling. Jonathan picked Clark up from the brand new bed they had bought just that day, and brought him downstairs.

"Well, Clark," Jonathan looked at the wide-eyed child in his arms. "You sure are a little peanut now. Don't worry, you'll grow up to be big and strong like your daddy."

Clark smiled at him before squirming in Jonathan's arms. Jonathan, seeing that he probably had to go to the bathroom by the discomfort, he paused for a second, debating whether or not getting Martha to give him advice.

"No. I guess we'll have to figure this one out ourselves." Jonathan said to Clark, who was now frowning, clearly stating that he needed…something.

Grabbing the Pull-Ups that Martha had bought at the store, he walked into the bathroom and pulled Clark's pants and dirty Pull-Up down, and set him on the toilet. He had learned from observation that when Clark was done, he'd raise his arms, in a way of silent "Pick me up."

He lifted Clark to the floor and put on the Pull-Up, and when he started to put on the pajama pants, the boy kept trying to sneak a foot in the pant leg.

"On no," Jonathan told him. "If your feet are cold, I'll get you socks. They definitely don't go there."

Clark just looked up at Jonathan, his ice-blue eyes radiating confusion. Jonathan threw the old Pull-Up, all while holding Clark in the crook of his arm.

"This isn't so tough," Jonathan said. "You're already falling back to sleep. This daddy thing is going to be a piece of cake."

Jonathan reclined in his chair with Clark lying on his chest. He learned that holding a sleeping child is the best sedative ever.

Martha came downstairs and that's how she found them. Her heart swelled with love.

Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be up soon!