A/N: Well, here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
First Sleep-Over
"Mom, thank you so much for talking to daddy about letting me have this sleep-over," a seven year old Katie says.
Her mother looks down at her and smiles. "Daddy didn't really need that much persuasion; he's a push-over when it comes to you. He just worries about you." Ruth continues mixing the bowl of batter, adding another egg. "You just go make sure your room is picked up."
Katie walks out of the kitchen, but then turns around. "Mom, what does daddy have to worry about? There's only going to be Maddie and Jean over. We've been best friends since the very first day of school."
"I know, sweetie. You're just so special; mommy and I never want to lose you."
Hiram says, closing the door to the kitchen. He picks his daughter up and hugs her close.
Katie giggles. "But daddy, why would you ever lose me? I don't get sick or hurt like you and mom."
He hugs his daughter tighter and his wife comes up to hug her family. "We know, baby."
The three hold the hug a few minutes longer before Hiram sets Katie down. "We do know, but remember, you can't tell anybody. Not even Maddie and Jean."
"I know, you tell me that all the time." Katie rolls her eyes and her parents just laugh.
Just the, a knock is heard from the front door. Katie runs to answer it and sees her two best friends standing there. They all scream "Hey!" at the same time. The man standing behind them wince at the sound.
"I hope you girls can behave for Mr. and Mrs. Pearson. Now I have to go, or I'll be late." He kisses his daughter Maddie, nods to Hiram and walks out the door.
That first sleep-over was fun. Mom and Dad worried for no reason. Well they had some reason.
But nothing happened.
Maddie, Jean, and I played outside, and then we ate. We had chocolate cake, which back then was a luxury, played a few indoor games, and then stayed up long after we were told to go to bed. You know normal sleep-over stuff. Sleep-overs haven't changed much since 1930.
I even went on to have several more sleep-overs and eventually, I was able to go to a couple.
I'd always known that mom and dad adopted me and that I was special, but not what made me special.
I was just getting faster than a seven year old should, but not much. You had to be looking real close, and even then, I was really careful. When I was five, I lifted my bed up, but only for a second, but it felt to me like a book bag would be to a normal person.
And I had never been sick. Not even the sniffles.
When I was six, I fell off the top of the carriage and only had a small bruise on my side where I landed. Mom thought I broke something and yelled at me to stay on the ground. After that, no matter what I did, nothing more than a bruise was left to show that anything happened.
My parents knew that the way they found me had something to do with it, but they held off telling me that particular story until I was a little older.
Now, I realize what it took to tell me that story.
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A/N2: I had an anonomous review and wanted to answer it, but I didn't wan't to so it at the begining. Right now, it seems like a "What if Superman were a girl?", but later, you'll see why it's not really. I think it's in chapter seven. And you're right about the gender roles and all of that; it was all part of the fairly extensive research I did for this story. But thank you for the positive review. This whole idea is completely new to me and I really wasn't sure if it would be recieved well or not. Your words have actually helped me to put this chapter up sooner than I had planed.
Coming up: First Power.
