Imagine 5 years down the road from now, somewhere in Smallville in a little yellow hoiuse with white shutters. A young boy is playing on the porch with a little girl.

Lana comes out of the house carrying a baby in her arms and sits down next to the other kids.

The boy and girl, Clark and Lois look at thier mom happily and both coo over the little baby, Pete.

Lana, after a year of clinical depression, regained her lifestyle and started living again. The deaths of her husband and friend were traumatic, and even today, she wakes up screaming, crying over everything.

Then there's Clark, who's always there now, when wanted, when needed, for her, their children, protecting and guiding no matter what.

It's strange how it works. Everything started forever ago, just with a crush, then with a mistake, and then a realization. They said good-bye for a while but fate brought them back together through one rainy night and one life, now playing on thier front porch.

As Clark comes outside with them, Lana still counts her blessings despite the many tragedies she's had to endure. The death of her parents, her Aunt, and her husband.

Lana lives everyday to the fullest. Everyday is something special to her now. You never know what might happen.

One Crush.

3 Children.

Superman.

Sweet-Hearts

even in tragedy.

The End.