Lana broke apart from the kissing.

"Clark, look"

Clark looked over to see his mother and father, who had just gotten back from the hospital going in the house. Clark frowned at them, they had never looked so..Old. They looked at least 5 years older minus the gray hair. They looked so depressed; they had a right to be sense Martha had lost they baby and all. Clark sighed with sadness. Lana put her hands on his face.

"Talk to them, Clark"

He sighed again "I don't know, My father is mad"

"Then talk to your mother"

"Okay.. Will you come with me?"

She smiled and took his hand "Okay, let's go"

Lana and Clark walked into his house, hand in hand. He kept sighing heavily and she kept squeezing his hand for support. They opened the door.

"You can do it, Clark, You can"

He smiled "Yeah"

They walked into the house. Martha was sitting at the table, it was obvious that she had been crying.

"Clark" she said, faking a smile "Hey Lana"

Lana smiled "Hey Mrs. Kent, um, Clark wants to talk to you"

"Clark.. You're father told me"

Clark grimaced "He did?"

"Yeah.. Sit down"

Clark and Lana sat down on the seats. Looking serious.

"Honey" Martha said, putting her hand on his left hand "I know all about the ship"

"Oh God" Clark said, feeling sick

"I know why you did what you did.. You were scared, You didn't know" she looked at Lana "Lana, could you leave us for just a second?"

"No mom, she knows" Clark told her

"What? Clark, you told her?"

"No, no" Lana assured her "I'm guarding this secret on my life. I swear on my life that I will keep this forever.. You can trust me"

Martha sighed "You really love her, don't you Clark?"

Clark smiled at Lana, and then his mother "Oh yeah" he said

Martha smiled "It's about time she knows anyway... But.. um, about the baby and everything.. I'm not mad at you, Clark"

"You have every right to, I'm so mad at myself"

"I'm sad because I lost the baby, but I know what you did, you did without thinking. If you would have known the consequences. You would have never done it.. I know that"

"I would have never.. And if I could go back in time.. I would have never..." Martha's eyes teared up again "The ship healed me... You know, maybe it could happen again... I mean, I'm healed, right?"

Clark nodded.

"I could always.. Try again.. and if it doesn't happen.. Then it just wasn't meant to be"

Clark shrugged "How come that doesn't make me feel better? I still feel guilty"

Martha smiled "You're father will forgive you soon, he's stubborn, just give him time, Okay sweetie?"

Clark smiled "Okay"

Martha walked over and hugged him "Even if I don't get pregnant again" she whispered to him "I still have you, I still got to raise you like you were my own"

"I'm so sorry mom" He said, his voice almost cracking

"It's okay, Clark, I forgive you" She said, rocking him in her arms

They broke apart and smiled at each other.

"Go talk to you're father" Martha told her son

Clark looked uncertain "Do you think it's too soon?"

Martha shook her head "He's mad. But deep inside he wants to forgive you and have everything back to normal"

"Will it ever be normal?" Clark asked

Martha shrugged and brushed some of her hair back "I don't know"

Clark turned to Lana but she shook her head.

"Do this on your own, Clark, I can't help you with this"

He smiled "Wait for me in the loft?"

She smiled back "I'll be waiting"

She kissed him on the cheek and walked out to go to the loft. Clark looked at his mother, who gave him thumbs up; he smiled and gave her thumbs up. He sighed and straightened himself, walking up the stairs. His head was spinning. What would he say? How would he get his father to listen? His father was still mad, without a doubt. He got to his door. This was it. He was going to talk to his father. Clark took a deep breath and opened the door.