Previously on Lois and Clark:
Lois and Clark had just settled into bed, both relieved that the mess with Fathead was over with but saddened that it cost Sam and Ellen their memories of Clark's secret identity. They had hoped that Sam would be able to find a way to help them since it seemed the county adoption agency had little to no interest in allowing them to adopt a child. They were just about to drift to sleep when Clark jumped up.
"What?" Lois asked, noting the confused look on her husband's face, "What do you hear?"
"I'm not sure," His brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled to find an explanation for the sound.
"What does it sound like?"
"I can't actually believe what it sounds like." He responded, bemused as he rose from the bed and pulled on his robe and glasses.
Lois quickly followed suit, tying the sash of her robe as she descended the stair behind her husband. As they reached the main floor of the town home, they noticed a faint, glowing, light coming from the den where they'd left the bassinette Jonathan and Martha had given them. Giving his wife one last look, Clark slowly slid the doors open. Neither of them could believe their eyes as they approached the now occupied cradle. Beneath a deep blue blanket which bore the symbol of the House of El lay an infant no more than a few months old.
At the child's feet was an envelope bearing their names, Clark slowly lifted the envelope and removed the missive contained within. "'Lois and Clark, this child belongs to you.'" He read, awe and disbelief in his voice as his wife pulled back the blanket and examined the infant.
"Oh Clark, she's perfect," Lois cooed, lifting the child into her arms. Smiling gently as the girl snuggled against her breast.
"Is everything alright?" They heard the sound of Jonathan's voice along with the sounds of their parents as they came down the stairs.
"We saw the light on," Sam added.
Sharing a look, the new parents came back into the living room. Clark was the first to enter, "Mom and Dad …and Mom and Dad," He addressed them, "We have something we need to tell you."
The four grandparents watched in awe and wonder as Lois came from behind her husband, holding a swaddled infant in her arms. "Meet your granddaughter."
"Oh my goodness!" Martha was the first to speak, "She's precious, where did she come from, she wasn't here an hour ago."
"That's just it, Mom," Clark guided his wife and new daughter to the love seat as their parents took seats on the couch and chairs nearby, "We don't know where she came from, she was wrapped in a blanked like I had when you found me and had a note saying that she was ours."
Martha and Jonathan shared a knowing look while Sam and Ellen looked with confusion over the revelation. "Does she have a name?" Martha asked.
"We haven't quite decided yet," Clark shook his head overwhelmed, "We only just found her a few moments before you came down." He looked at his wife for confirmation.
"Yes, we'll have to think on it for a bit and we'll let you know as soon as we figure out what we want to call her." Lois agreed, "I think for the time being though, we should all get some sleep, it is the middle of the night, after all."
"A very good idea," Sam agreed, standing and helping his wife to her feet as Jonathan did the same for Martha. The older couples bid the new parents and their newly arrived grandchild goodnight and headed up the stairs.
"You take her up, I'll get the bassinette," Clark smiled at his wife and daughter, amazed at how strange and wonderful his life was.
"Okay," Lois kissed him and headed toward the stairs, "Don't take too long."
"I won't," He assured her.
"You might want to pick up some diapers before you head up, too," She suggested
"Good idea," He agreed, running up, depositing the bassinette, and dressing at super speed before heading out to the 24-hour mart down the street as his wife settled on their bed, still cradling the now sleeping infant in her arms.
Moments later, Clark returned, arms laden with bags of diapers, bottles, formula, and a variety of other baby items. "What did you do, buy out the whole infant aisle?" Lois teased.
"I wasn't sure what she needed, so I just kinda go one of everything." He blushed, setting the bags down and spinning into his pajamas once more. "How's our little girl doing?"
"Sleeping, at least for now," Lois assured him. "What do you think we should call her?"
"I suppose, 'Hey You,' is out of the question?" Clark teased, sliding into bed next to his wife and laying his arm over her shoulder as he looked down adoringly at the small child in his wife's arms. It was funny, it was almost as if he could see features of himself in the child, but he knew that couldn't be possible, or could it? "I was thinking that she seems to be Kryptonian, if the blanket is any indicator, and of the house of El, maybe I have relatives on New Krypton that I don't know about."
"Are you wanting to give her a Kryptonian name?" Lois gave him a questioning look.
"Maybe, but something that could easily pass as an Earth name," Clark thought out loud, "It seems the women's names seem closer to Earth names than the male ones do."
"I suppose it's a good thing she's a girl then," Lois gave him a knowing smirk, a moment later a thoughtful look passed across her face, "I have an idea, your birth mother was Lar-Ra of the house of Ra, right?"
"Yeah, so?" Clark looked at his wife, curious as to where she was going with this line of thought.
"Well it sounds like the Earth name Laura," She continued.
"Uh huh,"
"And you are of the house of El," Lois continued, looking down at the infant in her arms, "What if we called her Laurel? After your birth mother and she would carry your birth family's name."
"Lar-El, Laurel, I like it." Clark smiled, "This naming this is easy. Hey Laurel, I'm gonna be your Daddy."
"For the man of steel, you certainly are a softy." Lois smiled adoringly up at her husband.
"Only for my girls," He grinned, "Both of whom should probably get some rest, why don't you lie down and I'll put Laurel back in the bassinette."
"Okay," Lois yawned, passing the child over to her father's arms, "Don't forget to support her head."
"I got it, Hunny," He assured her, cradling the infant to his strong chest.
Lois watched in wonder as her husband, clad only in his boxers gently carried the sleeping child to her bed. She couldn't believe how natural it looked to see him cradling the child in his arms. She smiled softly as he laid the girl down and gently covered her before placing a soft kiss on her head.
Looking up, he caught her staring, "What?"
"Nothing," Lois smirked and shrugged, "Daddy just looks good on you. Almost as if you were born to be a father. You are going to be so amazing with her."
"You are too," Clark assured her as he pulled his wife into his arms, "I know you didn't have the best childhood, but we're not our parents. We'll figure this out together, one day at a time. Sure we'll make mistakes, but in the end, she'll turn out just fine."
"You think?" Lois snuggled into his chest.
"I know," Clark kissed her forehead, "I have faith enough for the both of us. Now get some sleep, Laurel will no doubt have us up before we know it. Good night, Lois."
"Good night, Clark," She smiled, drifting off to sleep, happier than she'd been in a long time. She had a wonderful husband, a beautiful daughter, what more could a woman ask for?