Clark and Lizzie decided that it would be best if they didn't have a honeymoon. They had money to spend on the house and for belongings for when the baby was born. They had their wedding reception at some posh hotel, courtesy of Ellie, and she didn't let people forget it. Lizzie did her best to keep her mother from gloating too much whenever someone poured her another glass of champagne.

But it was difficult to keep Ellie on a leash when Lizzie had Clark next to her, his arm wrapped around the back of her chair and his fingers playing with the back of her dress, sometimes catching her flesh and making her shiver. Martha noted how her son barely paid attention to anyone else in the room when he was next to Lizzie.

She was still in awe over what she was watching. She knew that her son and Lizzie had always belonged together. She was just annoyed that it had taken that long to see it.

...

"Hello!"

Lizzie stopped looking at the measurements for the shelves as she heard a woman's voice enter the house. She walked down the upstairs landing to glance down the stairs. Lois Lane was stood there, a bag in her hand as she looked for Lizzie.

"Oh, hey," Lizzie said, moving down the steps, her bump stopping her from seeing where she was going.

"Hey," Lois said back to her. "Whoa, you look as though you're ready to burst any day."

"This is five months pregnant," Lizzie said, both hands indicating down to her stomach and Lois arched brow as she shook her head and moved into the kitchen, the bag still in her hand.

"I'd hate to see nine months," Lois joked, sitting down at the breakfast bar whilst Lizzie leant against the bar on the other side, pushing some hair from her face before tightening the ponytail she wore.

"Me too," she agreed. "Anyway, what brings you here?"

It had been a strange occurrence for Lizzie to actually welcome Lois into her home. It had been the night of her wedding reception when the award winning journalist had spoken to her of how she didn't want to be a mere acquaintance with Lizzie. The new bride had reluctantly agreed with her, keeping her doubts to herself.

She had no reason to doubt anything. Lois had turned into a strong ally who firmly supported Lizzie helping Clark. If anything, she was more for it than Lizzie had thought she would be. She'd told her how she'd cover her back and since then Lizzie had seen that Lois wasn't interested in Clark, well, not romantically like she had initially feared.

"Clark told me that you'd reserved something at Manson's," Lois said. "He's working late in the office tonight so I said I'd pick it up for you."

"Something about a disaster in an office block?" Lizzie checked, doing her best to remember what Clark had told her.

"Yeah," Lois said, pulling the photo frame out of the plastic bag, slowly unwrapping it from its packaging before she handed it to Lizzie.

"Oh, it's perfect," the woman exclaimed, looking at the wedding photo of her and Clark outside of Metropolis Hall. "Of course, the question is where to hang it. I think the white of the frame would blend in nicely with the white wall in our room."

"But it would look nice as a contrast with the brown in the living room." Lois interjected, nodding purposefully.

Lizzie clicked her fingers and agreed, doubling over for a moment as she felt a kick in her stomach. Lois slid down from her stool, moving to the woman's side whilst Lizzie kept her hand on her stomach, doing her best not to feel the pain.

"You know, this superhuman stuff is immense," Lizzie said, "but I can still feel this baby kicking and it doesn't half hurt."

"What are you going to do when your labour is due?" Lois wondered, her hand on Lizzie's back as she helped her to stand up straight again. "I mean, will the baby be super strong?"

"Clark said that it shouldn't be," she replied. "Apparently it is the sun that gives him his strength. The baby needs a few years of sun before any sign of powers begin."

"But...you can't be carrying for four months," Lois whispered. "Surely the doctors will see that something is off."

"Have you never read these magazines?" Lizzie wondered. "Sometimes women can go up to four months without noticing that they're pregnant because they have irregular cycles."

"No, I haven't read about that. You have far too much time on your hands," Lois informed her friend.

"I think so too," Lizzie admitted before she yelped in pain, once again wrapping her arms around her stomach as she felt a shot of pain move through her.

"Something isn't right," Lois spoke. "I know it. You need to go to hospital."

"No," she protested. "It will stop soon. It will stop...I know it..."

"Lizzie," Lois said her name gently, doing her best to prise the woman from her stubborn behaviour. "The pains should not be like this."

"Oh...I need the bathroom...I think...I feel..." Lizzie said and she looked down to the floor, a large puddle by her feet.

Lois said nothing as her mouth gaped open and she knew that Lizzie was about to go into labour.

"Right, that's it, you're going into hospital," she said. "You're going into labour. I'll drive you and call Clark. I'm sure that he'll beat us to the hospital. I wouldn't be shocked in the least."

"Okay," Lizzie agreed, standing straight and taking a deep breath. "Let's go. Clark packed a bag. It's under the stairs in the cupboard. The keys to the house are in the bowl by the front door on the table."

"Got it," Lois said, a moment of discomfort shrouding her senses. She knew Lizzie. She'd known her quiet well, but not well enough to help the woman give birth or anything else. She didn't want to help. It was Clark's job.

Lois grabbed the keys and bag as Lizzie waddled out from the house, Lois close on her trail. The reporter messed on her phone before unlocking her car and opening the door for Lizzie.

"What is it Lois?" Clark wondered. "I'm still at the office."

"Well get down to Metropolis General," Lois said, shutting Lizzie's door and placing her belongings in the trunk of her car. "Lizzie's water just broke. She's going into hospital now."

"What?" Clark wondered, ruffling sounds coming from his side of the phone. "She's early. Is she okay? Where is she?"

"She's fine," Lois said, slamming the trunk and climbing into the driver's side. "I'm taking her in now. Just try not to be too long."

...

Clark rushed through the corridors of Metropolis General, doing his best not to use his super speed to get to his wife. He finally saw Lois outside a room, pacing back and forth as she heard a scream come from the room.

She stood before Clark and he placed his hand on her shoulder, shaking for the first time in his life.

"She'll have the baby out soon enough. The contractions are close together. She'd been screaming for a while now."

"Thanks," Clark said. "Did you manage to get here okay?"

"Apparently so," Lois said, motioning to the door. "Stop focusing on my terrible driving abilities and just get in there; your wife is about to have your baby."

"Got it," Clark agreed and moved into the room.

The doctor and midwife looked at Clark as he came in and Lizzie screamed in pain, her legs bent and wide open as Clark finally saw her eyes.

"Mr Kent, I take it," the doctor said.

"Yes, sir," Clark said. "How is she doing?"

"She is sat right here," Lizzie snapped, unable to stop herself from doing so. "And I feel as though I've been hit by a truck. Clark Kent...you are coming nowhere near me again from now on."

A smile quirked on the doctor's lips. How many times had he heard that one from a wife before? Clark decided that it would be for the best if he kept quiet and his face serious. He took hold of her hand inside of his, holding it tightly before he bent down to whisper in her ear and push her hair from her sweating face.

"It'll be okay," he promised her. "Just squeeze my hand. We'll get through this."

Lizzie did as he had told her.

"One more push, Mrs Kent," he urged her and Lizzie looked to Clark and he nodded, burying her face into the crook of his neck as she allowed one more scream of pain to emit from her. The sound gurgled as soon as she felt her body stop hurting. Clark turned his eyes to the end of the bed, waiting for the sight of their child.

"Cut the cord, Mrs Berry," the doctor ordered the midwife. "This little girl is healthy enough on her own."

"Yes, doctor," the midwife did as was told and Clark laughed, the sound hollow as he pulled back from Lizzie and looked down into her eyes.

"It's a girl," he told his wife, his hand on her cheek. "We have a daughter."

"A girl," Lizzie whispered as the doctor wrapped her into a blanket before moving to the couple.

"Yes, a baby girl," he said to Lizzie before he slowly placed her in Lizzie's arm, teaching her the correct way to hold her daughter. "Do you have a name for her yet?"

Lizzie looked to Clark, wondering if they agreed with the name. They had discussed it and chosen a name for a boy and a girl, but Lizzie wanted to be sure with Clark on the name. A nod escaped the man as the baby began to wail and he smirked.

"Lilly," he declared.

"A beautiful name," the doctor nodded.

Slowly, the staff moved out of the room to leave the new parents with their daughter, both of them staring at her as if she was the most beautiful thing they had seen. And Clark supposed that she was.

"She's lovely," Clark commented. "Honestly, Lizzie..."

"I know," Lizzie said, almost choking as the baby took hold of Clark's fingers and he pressed his lips to his wife's forehead, content with having both of them safe and sound for the meantime.

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. The next chapter will be a bit of a time skip, and, I'm afraid it will be the last chapter to the story. There is the possibility of a sequel, but it may be a while for me to gather ideas and get to that point. In the meantime, I do hope you've enjoyed and look out for the next chapter!