"Wow, that was fast – even for you."

Confused, Lois looked up from his neck where she'd happily burried her face, arms still around his broad shoulders as she met his eyes.

They were heading to Smallville for the day. Ideally, they would have like to go for the all week end, but the story they were on really didn't allow them to, and they had to settle for just Sunday. So, Sunday it was.

She was reluctant about going, at first. Not because she didn't want to, because she did: she really, really liked Martha. She was a strong woman, which Lois both admired and respected, she was witty, and always amused her with Clark's childhood stories, which he hated, considering that most of the time, she made a point of choosing the embarassing ones. And it was more than that: being the only ones to know about Superman, the only ones to know who he truly was, and what he had to face, and to feel such a need to protect him no matter what - it connected them, in a way.

But despite all that, the fact was that they only had known each other for a year, and Lois was afraid that coming to join Clark and her for Mother's day, her special day, might be imposing.

If Clark's roll of his eyes and constant reassurements didn't completely convince her, Martha's reprimanding phonecall made the trick ("I can't believe you told your mom on me, Smallville!" "Yeah, well, you wouldn't listen to me, and she would have killed me if I showed up alone: you didn't really give me a choice, Lo").

And so she packed her stuff with Clark's in his bag, pulled her hair in a ponytail – she knew better, now: a couple of flights with her hair all over her face while he laughed, amused, taught her - and headed to Smallville, Kansas in his arms. And, apparently, made it there a lot faster than usual.

Gently putting her down, he smiled, something close to nervousness behind his pretty baby blues.

"Actually, I thought we'd make a stop first."

Chuckling, she cocked her head to the side, curious – until she took in their surroundings, and immediately understood where they were. Not that it was difficult, considering she had spent most of her teenage years there.

Slowly turning to face the wooden space before her, her eyes effortlessly find the familiar stone she used to speak to, and felt so guilty about not visiting anymore.

"How did you -", she started, but her voice got stuck in her throat.

"You told me where it was a while ago. And I know you can't come here often, and that it kills you, so I thought I'd take advantage of the all flying thing," he said, and she looked back at him, still at loss for words as he smiled sweetly at her. "I didn't think it was fair that I was the only one who got to see my mother today."

For a few seconds, Lois didn't know what to say.

She just – she couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe him.

She smiled too, then, biting her lower lip in an attempt to keep all the emotions that suddenly build up from turning into tears, and closed the small distance between them to hug him, arms holding him tight and face back in the crook of his neck.

"That's the nicest thing anybody's ever done for me," she whispered when she could, and felt his smile against her skin. "Thank you."

Leaning back, Clark dropped a small kiss to her lips, drying the small tear that made her way on her cheek as he smiled gently down at her.

"Anytime."

Chuckling in her tears, Lois kissed him again, and grabbed his hand.

"Come on, Smallville: time to meet my mother."