It had been a week since Richard had moved out, leaving the house seemingly empty – she hadn't realised before how much room he took up. She had talked to Jason about it, and although at first he was upset about Richard, the only father figure he had ever had, leaving, Lois knew that he was a strong kid and he would bounce back from it. Lois sometimes wondered if Jason ever knew, whether consciously or not, that Richard was not his real father, and this past week had pushed Lois into believing the latter, as Jason seemed to have formed a stronger attachment to Superman than before Richard had left.
Of course, Clark still hadn't revealed to Jason that he was Superman, and had jointly decided with Lois that it would probably be something he should hear when he much older and less likely to go about the playground, chanting "I know who Superman really is!" No, probably safer that the Superman secret is kept just a little longer from his 5-year old son.
Still, Lois sighed when she saw Jason drawing Superman with his crayons and talking to him before he went to sleep – as Superman's visits had become a lot more frequent – and then when she brought Jason to work with her, having her almost ignore Clark as much as she used to broke her heart for Clark. It can't be easy being your son's hero, literally, for one moment, and then being ignored the second.
As far as figuring out the whole Clark/ Superman double persona love triangle thing, Lois had not gotten very far. There was one night, the night after Richard left – the first night of not kissing anyone goodnight but her son, that Lois really wanted someone to be there with her, and that someone was Superman. But then she tried to picture him without the 'S', without the super-human strength, without the powers – and then there was just a man in a silly red cape. She didn't know this man; he was a stranger. He wasn't Clark – the bumbling, nervous, mild-mannered reporter – he was not Superman. Not her Superman anyway.
And so she had made her mind up. For Jason's best interests, for her own sanity, she had to tell Super- Clark, she had to tell Clark, that she couldn't be involved with him, that she couldn't let him be a part of her life the way he was a part of Jason's. She had to put her career, and more importantly, Jason first. He was her priority, as he should be Clark's. Like he said, Jason was destined for great things, and Lois had to make sure that as a mother, she wouldn't screw that up. To do that, she had to maintain some level of a normal environment, for Jason to grow up like Clark did. With a normal mother, with a normal school and normal friends. One day, Lois would have to let go of normal. Ever since Jason's birth, she'd known he'd never be normal, never be ordinary. He was meant to save the world, just like his father.