"Lana maybe it's best if you don't go to work today…." Clark trails off as he notices Lana's gaze move from the floor up to him.
"Work?"
"Yeah. I'm sure they'll be just fine without you. You are the boss." He smiles trying to enlighten the mood.
"At the Talon?" Lana questions, trying to play along.
"You're definitely staying home."
Lana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She jumps off the bed and storms towards the bathroom closing the door behind her.
Looking into the mirror "Okay Lana, this is just a very bad dream, you'll wait up any minute now and you'll be at the Sullivan's, in bed." She closes her eyes "Now when you open you're eyes you'll be in your nice warm bed." Lana slowly opens one eye and looks around. "Shit! I'm still here. UGH!" she pulls the door open and storms towards the closet as Clark follows behind. She randomly pulling clothes off of the hangers as she looks around for something decent to wear.
"Did you have anything earlier I should know about?" Clark questions as he watches his wife trying her best to put on her clothes underneath a blanket.
"No!" she answers annoyed "And do you mind, I'm trying to get dressed here."
"There's nothing there I haven't already seen." Clark replied with a grin. "Anyway I have to get ready for work." Clark said as he heads off back into the bathroom. "Since you're not going to work today you can make Steven and I some breakfast." Clark calls out from the bathroom.
"What's with this Steven?" Lana mumbles to herself as she finally finishes putting on the only pink top she was able to find out of all the collections of tops in the closet. "Okay Honey, I'll make you and Steven some breakfast." Lana shouts back trying to sound as realistic as possible.
Quickly she runs into the living room of their apartment "Hmm, not bad." Lana said as she wonders through it looking for a set of car keys. If this was her dream, she would be definitely sporting a nice car along with this nice apartment. "Oh Clark honey, what kind of car do I drive?"
Clark pops his head out of the bedroom with a tooth brush in hand while tooth paste foam dips from his mouth "A silver BMW X5."
Lana a funny face at the scene before her "Oh honey, thank you!" Lana said this time not caring if it came out fake or not. She finally spots the BMW key chain on the kitchen counter. "This is one nice dream, to say the least." Lana said as she spins around to head out the front door ,but without notice a raven hair little boy in baseball PJ's pops out of nowhere. Which freaks Lana out "OH MY GOD!" Putting her hand on her chest "Where the hell did you come from?"
Looking up at Lana confused "My bedroom?"
"Ha Ha, cute kid. This must be the childhood part of my dream." Lana pets him on the head as she walks towards the front door.
Clark walks out of the bedroom fully dressed "Where are you going?"
"Go for a ride in my BMW and if I'm lucky I'll drive it off of a bridge."
The little boy makes a funny face "Dad, what's going on?"
"Noting."
"Oh, we have a son? Well isn't this dream just getting better." Lana said as she bends down and takes a better look at him "Oh, he has my eyes!" with that last statement Lana walks out of the apartment, with Clark following behind.
"Lana!" he calls out as he grabs the keys out of her hand. "Stop this now!"
"Stop what? This is my dream, I can do whatever I please." grabbing the keys back as she continues down the hall.
Clark super speeds in front of her. "Not on my time, you're freaking Steven out and me as well. Now give me the keys."
Surprised "How did you…" she shakes her head realizing she was still in her dream state, anything was probable. "Fine." She hands him the keys.
"Now please stop this crazy talk!" Clark said forcefully as he grabs her arm and drags her back into their apartment. "You're Lana Lang Kent, you're married to me Clark Kent, you're the mother of Steven Jonathan Kent." He closes the door behind them.
Taken back at Clark's forcefulness and how realistic it came off. "I'm-I'm sorry Clark." She said, not sure why. She pauses for a moment trying to process everything in "I'll go make breakfast." She said as she walks towards the kitchen trying to avoid Clark.
Feeling bad "I'm sorry Lana, I didn't mean to yell."
"No, it's okay. I mean it's understandable, you're "wife" isn't being herself right now and you're worried."
Steven jumps onto one of the stools at the counter "Are you guys fighting?" the 7 year old asks obviously knowing the answer.
"No!" Clark and Lana both say.
"Geez, forget I even asked." He replies as he jumps off the stool.
Lana keeps her eyes on the kitchen counter as she butters a pan. Clark continues to speaks to her "I'm going to be leaving for work now, I'll be in the office till nine. So if anything, just call." Lana just nods as she turns on the stove. Clark grabs the pan out of her "Forget breakfast, are you sure you're okay Lana?"
Lana forces a smile as she looks up to him "Never better." She forces another smile.
Nods uneasy "Okay, I'll see you later tonight." He quickly kisses her on the cheek. "Bye."
Still forcing the fake smile. "Bye." She watches him disappear out the door.
"Mommy, is everything okay with you and daddy?"
Lana looks over to Steven bewildered "Mommy?" she whispers to herself not sure how to take such a title.
"Work?"
"Yeah. I'm sure they'll be just fine without you. You are the boss." He smiles trying to enlighten the mood.
"At the Talon?" Lana questions, trying to play along.
"You're definitely staying home."
Lana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She jumps off the bed and storms towards the bathroom closing the door behind her.
Looking into the mirror "Okay Lana, this is just a very bad dream, you'll wait up any minute now and you'll be at the Sullivan's, in bed." She closes her eyes "Now when you open you're eyes you'll be in your nice warm bed." Lana slowly opens one eye and looks around. "Shit! I'm still here. UGH!" she pulls the door open and storms towards the closet as Clark follows behind. She randomly pulling clothes off of the hangers as she looks around for something decent to wear.
"Did you have anything earlier I should know about?" Clark questions as he watches his wife trying her best to put on her clothes underneath a blanket.
"No!" she answers annoyed "And do you mind, I'm trying to get dressed here."
"There's nothing there I haven't already seen." Clark replied with a grin. "Anyway I have to get ready for work." Clark said as he heads off back into the bathroom. "Since you're not going to work today you can make Steven and I some breakfast." Clark calls out from the bathroom.
"What's with this Steven?" Lana mumbles to herself as she finally finishes putting on the only pink top she was able to find out of all the collections of tops in the closet. "Okay Honey, I'll make you and Steven some breakfast." Lana shouts back trying to sound as realistic as possible.
Quickly she runs into the living room of their apartment "Hmm, not bad." Lana said as she wonders through it looking for a set of car keys. If this was her dream, she would be definitely sporting a nice car along with this nice apartment. "Oh Clark honey, what kind of car do I drive?"
Clark pops his head out of the bedroom with a tooth brush in hand while tooth paste foam dips from his mouth "A silver BMW X5."
Lana a funny face at the scene before her "Oh honey, thank you!" Lana said this time not caring if it came out fake or not. She finally spots the BMW key chain on the kitchen counter. "This is one nice dream, to say the least." Lana said as she spins around to head out the front door ,but without notice a raven hair little boy in baseball PJ's pops out of nowhere. Which freaks Lana out "OH MY GOD!" Putting her hand on her chest "Where the hell did you come from?"
Looking up at Lana confused "My bedroom?"
"Ha Ha, cute kid. This must be the childhood part of my dream." Lana pets him on the head as she walks towards the front door.
Clark walks out of the bedroom fully dressed "Where are you going?"
"Go for a ride in my BMW and if I'm lucky I'll drive it off of a bridge."
The little boy makes a funny face "Dad, what's going on?"
"Noting."
"Oh, we have a son? Well isn't this dream just getting better." Lana said as she bends down and takes a better look at him "Oh, he has my eyes!" with that last statement Lana walks out of the apartment, with Clark following behind.
"Lana!" he calls out as he grabs the keys out of her hand. "Stop this now!"
"Stop what? This is my dream, I can do whatever I please." grabbing the keys back as she continues down the hall.
Clark super speeds in front of her. "Not on my time, you're freaking Steven out and me as well. Now give me the keys."
Surprised "How did you…" she shakes her head realizing she was still in her dream state, anything was probable. "Fine." She hands him the keys.
"Now please stop this crazy talk!" Clark said forcefully as he grabs her arm and drags her back into their apartment. "You're Lana Lang Kent, you're married to me Clark Kent, you're the mother of Steven Jonathan Kent." He closes the door behind them.
Taken back at Clark's forcefulness and how realistic it came off. "I'm-I'm sorry Clark." She said, not sure why. She pauses for a moment trying to process everything in "I'll go make breakfast." She said as she walks towards the kitchen trying to avoid Clark.
Feeling bad "I'm sorry Lana, I didn't mean to yell."
"No, it's okay. I mean it's understandable, you're "wife" isn't being herself right now and you're worried."
Steven jumps onto one of the stools at the counter "Are you guys fighting?" the 7 year old asks obviously knowing the answer.
"No!" Clark and Lana both say.
"Geez, forget I even asked." He replies as he jumps off the stool.
Lana keeps her eyes on the kitchen counter as she butters a pan. Clark continues to speaks to her "I'm going to be leaving for work now, I'll be in the office till nine. So if anything, just call." Lana just nods as she turns on the stove. Clark grabs the pan out of her "Forget breakfast, are you sure you're okay Lana?"
Lana forces a smile as she looks up to him "Never better." She forces another smile.
Nods uneasy "Okay, I'll see you later tonight." He quickly kisses her on the cheek. "Bye."
Still forcing the fake smile. "Bye." She watches him disappear out the door.
"Mommy, is everything okay with you and daddy?"
Lana looks over to Steven bewildered "Mommy?" she whispers to herself not sure how to take such a title.