Chapter 14

Incredibly upset Wonder Woman did not get any Oscar nominations.

Anyone with me?

Thanksgiving Day

November 26th, 2016

Diana's Apartment, NYC

Part I: Diana

Everything has to be perfect. More than perfect it has to be… Epic.

You never gave much thought about meeting the parents of the person you were dating in your previous relationships, but meeting Kal's mother is different. Kal is different.

The alarm of the oven snaps you out of your reverie and you promptly turn it off. The last thing you need is for the meal you've spent the whole damn day making to turn to ashes. You've decided to mix a bit both worlds, traditional thanksgiving food and greek cuisine. You figured it'd be a nice a change but still keep the spirit of the holiday.

"Let me do that for you," Clark says as he comes up from behind you and turns the oven off.

He was supposed to only come by later, with his mother. He should have- Your eyes widen as you realize you might have lost track of time. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to go get cleaned up. I'll finish up here," he announces as he kisses the back of your head.

He's looking as handsome as ever. Crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of grey slacks that made his ass look particularly scrumptions.

Once again, you pause. "Where's your mother? You said you were going to bring her."

Clark cups your face and pulls you for a long kiss, the kind that makes you forget everything else. That sneaky bastard. You're sure that was his plan all along.

You're still dazed when he kisses the tip of your nose when he finally lets go of your lips.

"Better?" He asks as he caresses your jaw.

"Hum," you hum in agreement.

"She's at church. She's taking a cab over later." he gives your waist a quick squeeze. "Why don't you go get ready? There's still time. I can take over cooking duties from here."

You gently pinch his chin. "You're amazing, did you know that?"

Clark gives you a sideways smirk. "If you keep saying that, I'll start believing it."

He pecks your lips and gives your ass a swat on the butt before telling you once again to go get ready.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Part II: Clark

You always thought it was weird when people said they hated to see a woman go but loved to watch her walk away. It even sounded pervy in a way.

But then you met Diana and never did anything sound so right.

Diana Prince is everything you could ever wish in a woman and more. Brains, beauty, strength, power, wisdom and the most amazing body you had ever seen to boot. And her ass… Boy, her ass. It fits perfectly in your hands and your fingers ache at the thought of squeezing those cheeks.

Your phone buzzes and at the sight of your mother's name on the screen kills any idea you're having of going upstairs and "helping" Diana get ready .

'Will be there a bit sooner'

Oh, man. Diana won't be too happy about that.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Part III: Martha

You know this girl is different from the others Clark has dated for many reasons. The most important one of all is that Clark wants to introduce you to her. The only other girlfriend of his you met was Lana back when he was in high school.

From all you've heard about Diana, she seems like an amazing woman and she sure looks beautiful.

You hope she feels about your son the way he feels for her.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Part IV: Clark

Diana doesn't notice you watching her from the doorway.

She's wrapped up in a towel as she combs her wet hair. You can make out the faint outline of where the water drops touched the fluffy fabric. She's humming a song you can't name as she stands in front of the large bathroom mirror.

Arms crossed over your chest, you take in every inch of her, from her dark wet hair to the red fingernails on her toes.

You don't think she realizes how much you love her.

"That is very creepy," you hear her say before your eyes meet in the mirror. "In a sweet way."

You smirk as you shove your hands deep in your pockets. "Just thinking about all the ways I could take that towel off you."

She chuckles. "And in a pervy way too."

You move towards her and place a kiss on her bare shoulder.

"Mother texted. She's going to be here a bit sooner."

"Kaal!" Diana protests as she pushes you away, calling you by the name only she uses for you. "You're making me late."

She moves to the bedroom, stopping at the closet for a pair of black panties. Ugh. Now you have to survive a dinner with your mother knowing Diana will be wearing that under her dress.

"Everything's ready in the kitchen, I finished setting up the table and the turkey is nice and warm in the oven." You sit down on the bed beside the dress she laid earlier. "Everything is going to be ok."

"You say that because you're not the one meeting my parents."

Despite having her naked in front of you, you frown. Crap, she's right. The thought of meeting Zeke and Hippolyta, Diana's parents, does scare the shit out of you, especially her dad. She's shown you pictures of them. Zeke is a head taller than you and just as big. You gulp.

Diana laughs. "Put yourself in my shoes, did ya?"

You stand up and point to the door. "I'll go check the turkey."

.o.o.o.o.o.

Part V: Diana

Present

You smile at the memory of first meeting Martha. It feels as if it happened years ago and yesterday at the same time.

"Can I help you with anything?"

You look over your shoulder to find Martha entering the kitchen. She's spent the last hour catching up with Clark as you got everything ready. She had already offered to help but you refused, saying Clark needed company and mother's pampering.

You shake your head with a smile. "All done. Just waiting for the Galaktoboureko to thaw. That one I did not make," you explain. The custard pie has always been one of your favorite deserts and after discovering a restaurant that sells the treat to go, you always have a stash on the fridge.

Marth chuckles. "I honestly don't know how you can pronounce that."

You smile back. "I still stumble on many words in English, regardless of how long I've been speaking it."

A silence falls between you and unfortunately, it still seems to be filled with tension.

"I know it's going to take time, but I do hope you trust me again," you tell your mother in law, who offers you a sad smile.

"Time heals all wounds, Diana. Some take a little longer than others but they all heal in the end."

You hope it heals the one you left on Clark's heart.

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