Walking in silence, Lana and Clark entered the homey kitchen and instantly met the smell of Martha's fabulous cooking. The scent of the home cooked meal met Lana's nostrils and her stomach release a low growl. Hearing this, Clark displayed a toothy grin and looked at her, "Hungry are we?"
Lana scrunched her nose in an embarrassed smile and blushed, "Just a little bit." Strolling to the kitchen table without looking at Clark, Lana failed to notice the silly smile his lips formed.
Clark stood in a daze watching her walk away. The way Lana scrunched her nose was always too adorable and things hadn't changed. Shaking his head slightly, Clark stopped his thoughts right where they were, he was with Lois, he couldn't be thinking things like that about Lana. Could he? Did he still love her after all these years? That was a no brainer. Of course he did, he couldn't stop even if he tried, but he had moved on and hopefully so had she. He couldn't bare it if she wasn't happy, that's all he ever wanted for her.
Sitting down at the table across from Lana, Clark watched as she laughed and smiled at something his dad had just said. Her bright smile adding more light to the room and glowing skin always awed him. How could one person be so perfect? In his eyes,Lana was flawless in every way.
Lois took a seat next to Clark and leaned in for a kiss. Clark quickly stopped staring at Lana and looked to the woman sitting next to him. She was a gorgeous woman, no doubt about that. He had grown quite attached to Lois, they were always together and he knew she would be ready to back him up whenever needed. But did he love her? He thought he had. But now he wasn't for sure. While Lois kissed him, he couldn't help but compare it to the numerous kisses he had shared with Lana. And these ones just didn't compare. Pulling away, he put a small smile on his face and looked at Lois. She was the one in his life right now, he needed to quit thinking about Lana.
Dinner came and went and Lana couldn't remember a time when she had eaten so much. "Ugh, I'm so full!" She exclaimed entering into the Kent's living room.
"Good, it makes me happy to know my cooking didn't go to waste," Martha laughed, strolling behind her. Taking a seat on the couch, she motioned towards Lana, "Now come sit with me so we can do some catching up."
"Actually, it's getting late and I should really be heading back to the motel," Lana sighed, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.
Martha shook her head in disagreement, "Oh no, you are staying here. I will not have you stay in some sleazy motel."
"It's okay, Martha. Honestly, I don't want to impose, and the motel room isn't that bad," Lana informed her. Truth was, Lana didn't want to stay here much longer. She knew her and Clark still had to talk, but all throughout dinner Lois kept stealing kisses and Lana couldn't help but notice the way Clark looked at his girlfriend. They seemed really happy and she just needed to go back to the motel room and sleep for awhile. Not worrying about Clark Kent and his new romance, but worry about herself.
"Are you sure honey? You're more than welcome to stay here while you're in town, to help you save a little extra cash," Martha suggested. She had missed Lana terribly, watching the young woman before her growing from a beautiful child into an even more beautiful woman. Martha miss the nights they would sit talking like mother and daughter. Clark used to make jokes declaring how Martha doted over Lana more than him. As much as she loved Lois, Martha held a special place in her heart for Lana that no one could ever replace. She was the daughter Martha never had.
Lana went to reply when Lois and Clark made their way into the living room, seemingly in an argument.
"Lois, we were supposed to take the weekend off," Clark stressed, "you need this little vacation as much as I do."
Lois stopped and turned facing Clark, "Clark, this story is huge and I just got a call with a major tip. I'm sorry, but I have to do this."
"Is everything alright?" Martha asked, watching the two.
"Yes," Lois stated, "I'm working on a big story right now and a source just called asking if I could meet with them tomorrow in Metropolis."
"Oh," was all Martha could say.
"Yeah, well we were supposed to spend the weekend away from the Metropolis, you know take a break from the city," Clark added with his arms crossed.
Sighing, Lois, rubbed Clark's arms, "Clark, you can come back. I just need you to take me back in the morning so that I can deal with this. I know how much you were looking forward to spending the weekend on the farm so I'm not going to keep you from that. Besides, I never get tired of the city or working. It's what I live for."
Clark gave in, he knew there was no changing her mind. "Alright," he said before something moving out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Looking towards the front door, he saw Lana quietly shutting it. Leaving Lois standing in the living room, he jogged to the door and ran out onto the porch. "Lana," he called as she descended the steps.
Looking back up at Clark, Lana smiled, "Yes Clark?"
"Where are you going?" Clark asked, hoping she wasn't leaving.
"I think it's about time I get going," she answered, only wearing a half grin.
Clark didn't want her to go, not yet, after only seeing her in his dreams for six years, he didn't want the real Lana to slip away, "But we haven't had a real chance to talk and I was hoping we could do that now."
"Clark," Lana started, still gazing up at him from the bottom step, "don't worry, we have plenty of time to talk. Besides I think it's a good thing we didn't bring up the past right away tonight. Just enjoy the rest of the night and I'll see you tomorrow when you get back from Metropolis."
Clark nodded his head, staring intently at her, "Promise?"
"I promise," Lana giggled then turned back around and walked to her rental car.
Watching her until the dark car was out of sight, Clark let out a long breathe. He couldn't wait until tomorrow.
