-1"Honeymoon"

He couldn't cook. It wasn't as simple as the sun rose in the morning and set in the evening. And if the burnt eggs and over crispy bacon wasn't evidence enough. He sighed and rested his head in his hands. He tried so hard to cook Lana breakfast in bed. She was still asleep after last night but he couldn't blame her. She hadn't wanted to let him go. She hadn't wanted to fall asleep afraid he wouldn't be there.

But as their first official morning as husband and wife, he wanted to have breakfast in bed with her. He stood back up and reached for the phone. He dialed the number quickly and waited for Chloe to pick up. After a few rings she finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Chloe, its Clark. I need a favor," He said.

"At six in the morning?" She asked, sleep evident in her voice.

"Sorry I woke you," He apologized.

"It's okay. What's the emergency?" She asked.

"I can't cook and I wanted to have breakfast in bed with Lana. Can you bring something?" He asked.

"Why can't you go get it?" She asked.

"Cause she might wake up and me not be here. She would completely freak out and I don't want that," He explained.

"I get it. Sure, just give me half an hour. I've got to get dressed and get out that way," She answered.

"Thank you, Chloe. I owe you one," He said with a smile.

"Yes you do," She responded.

They hung up and Clark slipped back upstairs. He quietly snuck up to his doorway and looked into his bedroom. Lana was still asleep. The covers were wrapped around her tightly and sometime when he was gone she had pulled his pillow into her chest. The curtains were slightly open and they ruffled in the breeze that filtered in.

The sight was beautiful. He folded his arms across his bare chest and smiled. They had been through hell and back and finally they were together. Lex had tried to kill him over and over. Yet he was still here getting to look at his beautiful bride and finally be happy.

Before he came to Smallville he would have never believed that this would be his future. That he would turn out to be a good guy. He always thought he would run the streets in Metropolis and live in a loft and drive a sports car. Answer to Edge and be known as Kal.

But here in Smallville, he was living on the farm. He was known as Clark Kent, who he was born as. He was friends with Chloe. Married to the most beautiful woman on the planet. Although he was a Kent, he was also a Luthor. The co-CEO of Luthorcorp.

He continued to stand in the doorway till he heard a car door slam shut. He turned and padded down the stairs to open the back door for Chloe. She came in carrying two brown bags.

"You so owe me," She said handing him the bags. He smiled and placed them down on the counter.

"Thank you Chloe. Whatever you need, just let me know," He said with a smile as he pulled out muffins and a few bagels. He laid it all out on the breakfast tray and moved to the fridge to pull out some jam.

"Don't worry about it, Clark. I'm glad to see you and Lana together finally," She said.

He turned and smiled, "I know. It almost feels like a dream. To be married to the woman I love and have her upstairs sleeping in my bed while I'm bringing her breakfast."

"You two deserve this. Now go make Lana happy. I better not see either of you in town for the next week," She threatened.

He laughed, "Don't worry. I doubt we'll leave the bedroom."

"That was a bit much, thanks though," She joked while moving to the back door. He thanked her again before she left. He turned back to his task and poured two glasses of orange juice. After making it look as nice as he could, he carried the tray up to his bedroom.

He quietly stepped into the bedroom and moved over to set the tray on the bedside table. She didn't stir as he gently sat next to her. He looked down at her and slipped some of her hair behind her ear. He trailed his hand from her neck to her exposed shoulder all the way down to her hand. He gently rubbed the stone of her wedding ring.

She shifted and smiled up at him, "Hey handsome."

"Hey yourself, beautiful," He responded.

"What are you doing up so early?" She asked.

"I made you breakfast in bed. Actually, I didn't make it. Chloe brought it," He answered.

"It's the thought that counts. You're so sweet," She said shifting a bit to her side and reaching up to cup his cheek.

He smiled and rested his hand on hers, "I love you, Lana."

"I love you too, Clark," She responded with a gentle smile.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. Her hand snaked up behind his head and into his thick hair. Eventually they pulled away for air and he rested his forehead against hers.

"Come back to bed," She requested, her voice raspy from their recent kiss.

"After you get some food in you. You haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon," He said.

"That's because the only thing I had for dinner was you," She replied with a smirk.

"Not that I minded but please have some breakfast. I promise I won't leave the bed till your stomach growls again," He responded to her comment.

"Fine but only because I want the energy to keep up," She said pulling herself up.

He smiled and picked the tray up to set in her lap. She ate quickly and he couldn't help but laugh. She really wanted him back in bed. Before he knew it she was finished so he quickly downed the rest of his breakfast.

He placed the tray back on the side table and smiled down at her radiant self. She grinned up at him seductively. She reached up and grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down. He shifted himself to his side of the bed and she rolled over to rest on top of him.

"We have so much to make up for," She said.

"I know," He said reaching up and running his fingers through her hair.

The strands felt like silk against his skin and moved through his fingers like liquid. She leaned down and kissed him. His hands traveled from her hair to her back. Her skin was smooth against his rough hands but she didn't complain as he squeezed on her hips.

He rolled over to where she rested beneath him. He pulled himself back and looked down into her hazel orbs. All he saw was love. She was his completely and he was hers. They say your eyes are the portal to your soul. He saw right into her soul and saw how attached it was to his.

"I love you," He whispered.

She reached up and ran her fingers from his brow, down his cheek, and over his lips. The caress was smooth and sent a shiver down his spine. A good shiver. The kind that catches your breath and makes you weak in the knees.

"I love you, Clark."