A/N: This first chapter will serve as a flashback before the events of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. I've been thinking about this for a while since posting my last story nearly two months ago. This piece will be connected to 'Man of Steel: Stolen Moments' and 'Till the End of Time.' You should read those. I hope you like it. The flashback scene was written in 'first person' which I rarely do, but it is Lois's memories, and it made sense. Read on.

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Act I: Hold Back the Night

Chapter 1: Before You Go

The Kent Farm:

Days after the service, Lois Lane was still living in a nightmare. Clark Kent, her Smallville, was gone from her life; dead and gone. He was her entire world. How can I move on? She thought. It just isn't possible. All I have now are memories and dreams of what could have been. In Clark's old room, she lay down and glanced at the solar system orbs above her head and thought of him and how she was ever going to come to terms with his passing. Still staring at the orbs, one particular memory came into her mind.

Six weeks ago:

It's been several weeks since the Superman statue was christened in Centennial Park and I felt that they could use a long weekend. The city was quiet for those two days, so why not. We'd been living together for nearly two years, and we hadn't gone on vacation; not once. A nice and relaxing weekend was definitely in order.

I looked up from my thoughts when Clark walked into the bullpen. He stopped at his assistant's desk and asked her a few questions. He seemed pleased with her responses and headed to his desk. He smiled at me but didn't say anything.

Our relationship wasn't a secret as far as I knew, but we had been discrete, meaning no public displays of affection or anything like that, well, since moving in together. I, of course, wouldn't mind but professionalism had its place and I was fine with it.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he booted up his computer then I stood up and walked over to him.

"Got a minute?" I asked and cocked my head to the side.

He turns to me. "Sure, what's up?"

"Well, about my suggestion of a?" I hesitate when he smiled at me.

He leaned back in his chair. "A long weekend?" He finished for me. At my rather shy expression, he continued. "It's all set; we can leave tomorrow."

Thrilled, my eyes brightened. "Tomorrow; just us, no worries about, you know?" I raise my eyes to the sky.

He chuckled. "No worries at all."

"Really?" I wasn't convinced; not at all. "Are you sure about that or are you being just a little," I hesitate again unsure about this.

He stood up and looked around. "Follow me."

I followed him to the rooftop. It was late autumn and the sun was shining taking the chill out of the air. Once on the rooftop, he took my hands in his.

"I promise Lois, no running off, no flying off; none of it."

I believed him but it just didn't seem possible. "Clark, I know you want this just as much as I do, and I'll understand if you have to leave; I'll understand."

He shook his head at me. "Come here," he said and pulled me into his arms. "You're amazing and I'm blessed to have you in my life. You've been so patient with me and you deserve this." He pulled away and took my face between his palms. "We will make this work; just the two of us."

"The two of us or is that the three of us?" I smiled at him.

He chuckled. "The three of us," he repeated then he leaned down and kissed me deeply pulling me into his arms.

I kissed him back, hoping beyond hope that they could actually have all that time to ourselves; just the two of us; no one else.

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The next day, we were on their way to a bed and breakfast upstate not far from the beach. With only four suites and being off-season, we had the entire place to ourselves. The owners were skeptical, but they opened up just for us. We had to pay for that favor but it would be worth it. Clark promised me all the way there. Flying together was something we didn't do often, but to fly in his arms was heaven for me.

I was still a bit worried and asked him again about his duties as Superman. He explained a few things about his hearing and how he could tune out minor emergencies which the police could handle, and of course, anything major, he would hear it clearly. I was very relieved to hear that.

"Are you warm enough?" He asked and pulled me closer.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied and snuggled closer my head under his chin.

"We're almost there," he said and minutes later, we landed about a mile away. Clark changed in an alley in seconds and we headed to our destination.

After showing identification and with a small deposit, the housekeeper showed us to our room and assured us that breakfast would be ready at 8am sharp.

"We'll be there; thanks," Clark said then entered our room or a suite is more like it.

"Wow, from the outside, it looked small and rather quaint, but this is really nice," I commented.

"I'll say," Clark agreed. The online pictures didn't do it justice. The décor was neutral, with warm shades of blue and yellow; a king-size bed, a kitchenette, a small dining table with two chairs, and several comfortable chairs by a huge picture window.

Minutes after dropping their overnight bags, a knock came at door. Clark frowned and opened it.

"You wanted this as a special order, Sir?" The housekeeper handed him a bottle of wine and two glasses, just as he had requested. He took it from her.

"Thanks," he said and handed her a tip.

"What's this?" I asked a little surprised by the wine.

He shut the door, held up the wine bottle and proceeded to pour the wine. "Just a little something to celebrate this very special trip," he replied.

"Mr. Kent, you sure are full of surprises," I said and took the wine from him. "What shall we drink to?"

Suddenly serious, he replied, "To us … and," he stopped and took a deep breath.

"What is it; is something wrong?" Concerned, I touched his arm.

Hearing my voice, it seemed to calm him somewhat. "No, nothing is wrong." He tried to smile. "Where was I?"

A bit confused, I ask, "Well, you were proposing a toast?"

"Yeah, a toast; to us and … our future together?"

"Yes, to our future together." I held up the glass; we clinked and took a sip. "Delicious," I say. "I never knew you liked wine."

He took my hand and sat down on the foot of the bed. Still sipping wine, we enjoyed this quiet time together, to relax for a moment or two.

"I do like the taste and I know you like it too," he said.

"I like wine yes, but I sort of gave it up to keep me honest."

"You mean, because of me?" He asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, you being a small town guy, you may not think much of me if you found out my … weaknesses."

"Lois, you're aren't perfect and neither am I. I don't know why you would even think that."

"I know you're not perfect Clark, and I didn't mean it that way, but," I hesitate to gather my thoughts.

"But what?"

"It's just; I tend to take things to the extreme, meaning how I do my job, having you in my life, drinking and smoking, it explains a lot about me."

"It means you're human and, look at me Lois; you're perfect for me."

"I like to think that I am, but with you in my life, everything began to make sense."

"How do you mean?"

"All of my life has been leading me to you. I truly believe that, and now that you're here, I don't want to lose you." My eyes watered.

He touched my cheek. "You won't lose me; not ever," he whispered and then he leaned in slowly and kissed me ever so sweetly. After a few kisses, he seemed to have more to say. "I've wanted to say this for a while now."

"What is it?" I asked. He took my drink, and set them both aside.

"You've always believed in me, and you're the best partner anyone could ask for in every sense of the word."

I was truly touched. "Oh, Clark."

"I love you today; I'll love you tomorrow." He took my left hand and kissed it. "Now until forever."

I remember thinking; what brought this on? "Clark, I … I knew from the moment we met," I paused and touched his chest, "that I could trust you and that it's what's in here was all that mattered to me. You are a good person, no matter what anyone says. You're everything I've always wanted, and everything I didn't even know I wanted." We both chuckled. "I love you, Clark Kent, now until forever."

"Come here," he said and then we kissed slowly at first. We both leaned back on the bed then the kissing continued on and on.

"Too many clothes," I say then I helped him remove his jacket and his shirt. "So warm," I whispered and kissed his chest just above his heart. He didn't have on the suit which didn't surprise me. His trousers and boxers were removed slowly. I slid them down his long, muscular legs, thick calves and large feet, but his shoes were in the way. Giggling, I then helped him remove his shoes.

"My turn," he said, then I turned around and he helped me remove my clothes, kissing every bit of skin that was revealed to him. Clark was on a mission; touching me and loving me. "God, you're beautiful, and I love you so much."

"I know you do, now show me," I say then I leaned back onto his warm body. I close my eyes as his lips moved over my shoulders and down my back. My panties were removed slowly. Once I was naked, Clark rubbed his hands all over my thighs, up to my waist, my breasts, and then back down to my thighs running his lips and tongue all over my body exciting us both. "Oh, Clark," I managed to say and I forgot how to breathe.

I couldn't remember a time when they were so into each other like this, then I thought about it. It was our first time at my apartment days after starting his job. I inwardly smiled remembering how open and honest he had been.

He suddenly turned me around and then his mouth was on mine filled with the passion he always felt when he was near me. Soon we were underneath the covers on the enormous bed kissing and caressing not being able to get close enough.

He closed his eyes as he kissed me her over and over. The fever was back, raw, earthy and sweet. Perhaps it was because we were so familiar with each others touch, taste and smell, I didn't know.

I returned his kisses, falling against him, melting against him. My fingers were everywhere, in his hair, trailing over his arms, down his back and then I touched that part of him that had me melting inside just to feel how ready he was to be inside of me.

But not quite yet. My lips found his throat, his wide chest, and then my body was flush with his, my breasts pressed against his heat, my lips everywhere they could reach.

Making love was everything to us and it felt as natural as breathing, and yet the pleasure we experienced seemed sweeter each time. He rolled me to my back, and then there was only the urgency of fulfillment and the climax that rocked both our souls.

Finally spent he lowered his weight to rest gently on top of me, pressing tender kisses to my lips, my cheeks and my eyelids. As our breathing returned to its normal rhythms, we lay together, my head on his chest and our legs entwined.

I had always been in awe of our lovemaking, but I couldn't find the words to describe what had just happened. I sighed against his chest and then, "Wow, maybe we … should come up here every weekend," I suggested only half serious.

It was a wonderful thought. "I love you, Lois."

I smile against his chest. "I love you too, Clark … always."

~o~o~

After an early dinner in town, they headed out to the beach which was only a few blocks away. Nearly deserted this time of year, we walked along, both quiet thinking about how we had met, and how lucky we were to have found each other.

"Lois, I have a confession to make." Clark stopped walking.

"Okay; what is it?"

"I was thinking a lot about us and," he hesitated.

"What about us; aren't we happy?"

"Of course, we are," he quickly replied.

"Then what is?" Then I had an unreasonable thought then I blurted out my deepest fears. "Is this about work? I know Perry can be a bit rough and his assignments aren't that important, but," I hesitated. "Are you leaving the paper?" My insecurities rose to the surface.

"No, no; this is about you and me; no one else. Besides, I love working with you every day."

Relieved, then I thought of their earlier talk. "I love it too; then what is it?"

He took my hand and began walking again. "This is coming out all wrong."

"Clark, just tell me what it is."

He stopped walking. "Have you ever thought about … marriage?" He paused as my eyes widened totally shocked to hear that word. "I suppose not." Disappointed, he dropped my hand and left my side.

I caught up to him and grabbed his arm. "Clark wait; you didn't give me a chance to answer you."

He held his breath and waited. "Well, have you?"

"Of course, I have but not for a long time … when I was twenty or thirty, but," I hesitate at his rather pained expression.

"I see, but it's not something you would even consider with someone like me? Is that it? It's because I'm an alien; am I right?" Stunned, I was silent. "Of course, it is." He started walking again at a faster pace, but this time in the direction of their suite.

Still a bit stunned by his words, unable to think or respond, then I run after him. "Clark, Clark!"

He made it to their suite, pulled out his bag and began packing.

A little out of breath, I enter our suite, stunned to see him packing. "What are you doing? You can't leave; we need to talk about this."

He didn't answer me but continued to pack. He put in a pair of trousers; I pulled it out. "Stop that!" I did it again. He narrowed his eyes.

"I won't stop until you sit down and listen to me."

He took a deep breath and sat down in a chair by the window.

I also took a deep breath, pulled up a chair and sat down directly in front of him. "Look at me, Clark."

He raised his eyes to my face and what he saw there seemed to calm him if only a little.

"You know I love you, but to be honest, I never thought I would find someone like you. The years went by and I pushed it from my mind. I thought it would never happen for me, but then I met you. At first, I was just a reporter looking for a story, but you turned out to be so much more." I took his hand. "Yes, we were attracted to each other, but your loving heart and your kindness moved me in a way I never thought possible."

"Oh, Lois," he whispered and squeezed my hand.

"But marriage is a big step and I don't think," I hesitate.

His next words took me by surprise. "Is this about children that we can't have any; is that it?"

I thought about it for a second. "No, no, it's not about having children; not at all."

"Then, why don't you want to marry me?" He sounded hurt.

"I never said that," I replied and quirked a smile to lighten the mood.

He seemed relieved. "No, you didn't," he said and pulled me into his lap.

I snuggle under his chin, my arms around his waist, loving being his arms like this.

"So, you'll consider it?" He asked and held his breath.

"Of course, I will," I happily reply.

"Thank you, Lois," he whispered, then he raised my chin and kissed me passionately. I responded to his kisses without hesitation, as my arms moved up to his neck, my hands running through his hair loving him to distraction.

After a few more kisses, he picked me up and took me to bed. I remember thinking; Clark is the center of everything I ever wanted and needed in my life and I will marry him one day. He is worth it and he's not like the others; not at all.

And with that thought in my mind, he kissed me over and over again in deep kisses that had me writhing and thrusting my hips against him needing to get closer. As he slowly undressed me, he took note of my hips as they lifted off the bed, my breasts flushed in my excitement, my nipples hard waiting for him and my head thrown back on the pillow, my eyes shut as if waiting for his next move. My underwear was the last to go as he removed them slowly. I open my eyes and watched as he inhaled my scent, and his body instantly reacted to it.

"Lois, do you have any idea what you do to me?" His voice was raspy and thick with tension.

The look on his face melted my heart. "I have some idea because I feel the same way. I need you, Clark."

"You got me." He kissed me then, in a way that was so warm and coaxing that every rational thought vanished from my mind. I was getting light-headed and dizzy as I clutch at his arms needing to get closer. Gradually his mouth shifted away from mine, and he bit softly at my throat. He was murmuring something, and I had to concentrate to hear him.

"I have no self-control where you're concerned. Every minute I'm not with you, all I can think about is being close to you like this."

"Oh, Clark," I manage to say. "I think about you ... all the time."

He smiled at me as his hands were everywhere, smoothing over my breasts and tweaking my nipples, and then down my back, touching my thighs. My hands were anything but still. I loved touching him; so smooth and hard in all the right places.

"Oh that feels so good!" I parted my thighs and Clark stroked me there. I was wet and ready for him. He thrust into me, filling me with a long, thick slide. I gasp with an effort to accommodate him. Once he was inside of me, he became gentler finding a bit of control. His mouth returned to mine, thrusting his tongue inside, even as he pushed deeper, taking more of me than I ever thought possible. I could feel my muscles begin to tighten and strain. I raise my arms and legs to encircle him and pull him closer. Clark quickened his pace and drove me to a piercing climax, and he was right behind me. Moments later, he kissed my temple, stroked my hair gently and pulled me close in his arms.

Minutes later, he was almost asleep, but I lay there watching him.

He caught my look then stroked my hair behind my ear. "What are you thinking?"

I shake my head still unbelieving. "You actually want to marry me." It was a statement.

"You say that as if no one would. Lois, you're brilliant, beautiful, amazing, sweet and wonderful."

I smile at him. "Me, sweet? I don't know about that."

He suddenly rolled me to my back, and then he kissed me deeply, and then, "You're also delicious and I can't get enough of you." To prove his point, he nibbled my ear and then down my throat.

I sigh and pulled him closer. Moaning softly, I lean back to give him better access. "I won't argue with you especially now. Oh yes," I breathed and stroked his hair.

He pulled away. "Did you just say yes?" He smiled at me.

"Oh you, just continue what you were doing, Okay?"

"Yes, madam!" He smiled and continued down my body.

~o~o~

Only one more day, then our weekend ended far too soon. It was mid-morning when we arrived back at the Planet. Perry took note of our arrival and walked over to us.

"Glad you're back and just in time," Perry began and walked over to Clark's desk. "I have an assignment for you. There's a football game and its tonight."

"Did you say tonight?" Clark asked. I knew what he was thinking.

"Yes tonight; that's what I said," Perry said and handed him a list of questions for the coach.

He sighed and took the list. Perry headed back to his office.

I watched him and wondered what he was thinking.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Sure, call me when you can," I reply and watched him leave.

~o~o~

Much later that night, I tried to relax, but I felt a strange feeling in bottom of my stomach. I'm rarely sick and I wondered about what I'd eaten today. Nothing too out of the ordinary for me. Oh no, was it that burrito from the food truck. Then I made it to the bathroom, just in time. It was over in a matter of minutes. A little while later, in bed and almost asleep when Clark arrived home.

He entered our bedroom. "Oh, you're awake?" It was after midnight. He noted my appearance. "You look a little pale. Are you alright?'

"I'm fine, but my stomach was upset but I'm alright now."

"Are you sure?" He began to undress.

"Yes, I'm sure. I haven't had food poisoning in a long time, but this felt different."

He frowned suddenly worried. "What do you mean different?"

"Well, no pooping, if you know what I mean," I reply embarrassed.

He wondered about that. "Oh, I see," he said tried not to smile.

"I'm fine now," I said it again. "How was the game?"

"Boring as usual," he replied, but Clark wasn't easily distracted. He sat down and smoothed my hair away from my forehead. "What do you think it is?" He touched my forehead again. "You don't have a fever. Maybe you should see a doctor. When was your last check-up?"

"Clark, please stop with all the questions. I'm not sick; my stomach was upset; that's it."

"Alright, if you say so," he said but he had that look that he was still worried.

"Come to bed; I'll cold." I smiled at him flirting with him.

He chuckled then he climbed into bed and immediately pulled me close. I turned my head and the look on his face warmed my heart through and through. I didn't question it but snuggled closer.

Moments later, he tried to get comfortable, then his hearing kicked in. He pushed the noises away; the neighbors; the sirens, the crying babies; television and even music; and then he heard two heartbeats coming from her.

I feel his eyes on me. "What's wrong; why are looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing; go to sleep." His eyes watered becoming emotional. "I love you, Ms. Lane."

What was he thinking? "I love you, too, Mr. Kent." He pulled me tighter against him, a little too tight, but I was used to it.

~o~o~

Back to the present; the memory faded. She touched her stomach. I didn't know it at the time, but now I do, she thought. The bump wasn't visible but she knew she was pregnant; she knew.

A knock came at the door. "Lois, are you awake?" It was Martha.

"I'm awake," she replied, and sat up and wiped a stray tear from her eye.

"I wanted to give you this. Clark left it for you." Holding back tears, Martha handed her a package then she touched her cheek.

Lois closed her eyes briefly and touched her hand on her cheek.

After Martha left, she opened the package and it was a ring; an engagement ring.

Her eyes watered thinking of their trip. "Oh, Clark, yes, I'll marry you." She slipped the ring on her finger. "You're going to be a Dad, but you knew that; didn't you?"

The end!?

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Song Inspiration: I Got You, Whitney Houston.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I've always wondered if they even talked about marriage, so there it is! Let me know if you want more. Please tell me your thoughts and/or leave a kudo or a favorite. I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you so much. Reviews are love!