Lois faces the painful truth that she can't have her favorite drink
Calling this "Pregnancy, Part 1" because I'm pretty sure I will get other ideas as time goes on
Pregnancy, Part 1
Lois knew something was wrong when she walked into the café, but she ignored it and ordered her usual. Her stomach churned uneasily as the aroma of the black coffee drifted up to her nose. She couldn't just leave it behind, though. She couldn't function without a caffeine fix. So, she carried the disconcerting drink up to her cubicle. Clark was already at his desk and fiddling with his dysfunctional mouse. She plopped down in her seat and lifted the cup to her lips without thinking.
Instead of soothing her like usual, it evoked a primal revulsion. It was disgusting. Horrible. She grimaced and put it down, but the damage was done. She leapt up and darted as gracefully as possible to the bathroom. Once inside, she threw a stall door open and hurled her breakfast into the toilet.
She emerged from the bathroom with an unperturbed expression. Clark was staring at her from his perch on the edge of her desk. She walked over casually.
"You ok?" he murmured. No one in the office knew they were having a baby yet.
"Yeah," she said, shrugging it off. She glanced down and found that her coffee had been replaced by a cup of ice. Even though he'd done her a favor, she had to confront him on principle. "Where's my coffee?" she asked pointedly.
"It made you sick."
She scowled at him a little before sitting, just to let him know she disapproved of him taking the liberty.
"You should drink water in an hour or so," he said, "You shouldn't rehydrate too fast, or you might start vomiting again."
"Yes, thank you, I know."
"Now's a good time to kick your coffee addiction."
She rolled her eyes to stare up at him. "Please tell me you're not going to be like this the whole time."
"Like what?"
She sighed and typed her password into her computer.
Clark acting "like that" during Lois's pregnancy is my favorite thing.