My Time
Authors notes : Yep I'm back again and I got something genius up my sleeve. Look out for the warnings below.
This is a Clana and sort of an AU fic too
Cuteness Warning : Readers with a tendency to obsess over cute things should be advised.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville but I do own Ryan Andrew Kent, he is my mine.
Chapter one : Daddy's here
A baby's cry flooded the small house.
Clark had his strong arms wrapped around Lana as they slept.
The sudden scream awoke Clark and Lana from their slumber.
" Don't worry Lana I got it " He reassured his wife.
Lana smiled at her husband. " Thanks" She said as she gave him a peck on the cheek.
Clark made his way towards their 3 month old son's room.
He opened the door and saw his son laying there crying.
" Hey buddy, what are crying about?" Clark asked sweetly.
He lifted his son out of the crib and held him close.
The boy clung to his fathers chest.
Clark noticed that a smell coming from the small boy.
He walked over to the changing table and proceeded to change his son's diaper.
The child squirmed and wiggled.
" Hey, Ry, you gotta sit stil I know this isn't your favorite high lite in the world but we gotta do this whether you like it or not "
After that Ryan still didn't calm down.
" I bet you're hungry " Clark said with a smile.
Ryan took after his father in the appetite department.
Ryan's physical features took after his father. He had baby blue eyes and had a mop of dark hair at the top of his head.
When they visited Jonathan and Martha, Jonathan gave the baby a nickname. The Blob.
Jonathan called him that because of his blob of dark brown hair at the top of his head.
Clark shook his head slightly at his father's comment.
He and Ryan walked into a kitchen.
With his free hand he opened the fridge. On the top shelf was a bottle of baby formula, ready to be heated up.
They walked over to the microwave and Clark placed the bottle in. He pressed a couple of buttons.
The slow hum of the microwave was soothing to both father and son. To the father because he knew his son wouldn't go to bed on an empty stomach. And to the son because he didn't need to be a super genius to know he was about to get fed.
The microwave beeped and Clark grabbed the bottle from it. He walked over to the counter and got a small towel and placed it on his shoulder.
As he sat down he tested the bottle for saftey reasons and then he fed Ryan.
Clark listened to the rhythmic sucking and gulping sounds Ryan made when he was fed.
They were half way through the bottle when Ryan started to fuss again.
Clark got up, emptied the bottle and they went back to Ryan's room.
" Lets rock for a little while" Clark said as he sat down in the rocking chair.
He placed Ryan so he was facing the front of his fathers shoulder.
He slowly started to rock back and forth. He gently patted Ryan's back hoping that he would burp soon.
He began to hum random notes and continued to pat his son's back.
A small noise interupted his humming. Clark stopped rocking. Ryan fell asleep and Clark noticed that Ryan had silently made quite a mess of his t-shirt.
With a shake of his head and a smile he said " Bulls eye" .
He wiped Ryan's face off and then he placed Ryan back in his crib.
He bent down and kissed Ryan on his head and whisperd " Daddy and mommy love you very much, sweet dreams".
Clark walked back into his room and changed out of his shirt. He put another on and crawled back into bed.
" Ryan got ya,didn't he?" Lana asked. She felt Clark nod. They once again fell asleep happily.
Authors notes : Review please.