Prologue
The song Canon in D played through the church. The beautiful song on the piano could be heard throughout the entire building. Ten bridesmaids walked down the aisle in beautiful lavender dresses. They made their way to the end of the aisle in a very elegant fashion.
Conner Kent closed his brown eyes. He looked down at his hands. They were sweaty.
A gentle nudge in the back caused him to turn around. His best friend Simon gave him a reassuring smile. He grinned back then rotated quickly to his normal spot.
Rachel Anderson let out a deep breath as the last bridesmaid was walking down the aisle. She jumped slightly when she felt someone touch her shoulder.
"It's all right," Oliver Queen whispered as he reached for her left arm.
She beamed then clutched on tighter to her bouquet. Her smile got bigger as she heard Here Comes the Bride being played on the organ. She took a deep breath as she made her way to the groom.
"I now pronounce you man, and wife," the preacher said as they completed their vows. "You may now kiss the bride."
Rachel closed her eyes as she felt Conner's lips on hers. She grinned at him. He took her hand and together they made their way to the reception area.
"Congratulations!" Chloe told them an hour later. She gave Rachel a hug.
The newlyweds smiled at each other. "Thanks," they said at the same time.
Lois and Clark came behind Chloe. "Rachel, be sure to keep Conner in line," Lois said.
"I will," she replied. She gave Conner a quick kiss on the cheek.
A soft slow song began to play. Conner took his wife's hand. "May I have this dance?"
Rachel grinned sheepishly as her husband led her to the dance floor. Their friends, Simon and Beth, soon followed them.
Oliver Queen made his way over to his wife. "Chloe, look at our son," he said quietly. He pointed to the six year old blonde haired boy green eyes 'dancing' with the flower girl.
Chloe took out her camera and took a picture. Their son Connor had been the ring bearer in the wedding. He looked so cute in his black suit.
"I wonder wear Mi-"
"Run!" A young man with blond hair and blue eyes in his early twenties burst in the room. This man was the descendent of Superman in the thirty- first century.
"James, what is goin-" Clark Kent began. His eyes widened as he saw a young woman with blonde hair and eyes as black as night followed his future descendent. She had a look of pure anger on her face.
Chloe gulped. "Michelle," she whispered.
James ran further. He closed his eyes as he began to remember what had happened in the last two weeks.
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