Part 4
If the stars could hear me They would say to me How beautiful's your baby She is so lovely "God, Lex!" Chloe laughed, beaming at her husband from the bed. She lay on the silk covers and could not wait to be given the doctor's go-signal to move around. If Lex had not been how he had for the last two weeks since their daughter was born, she would have gone insane. "That is so cheesy." Lex looked up briefly at his wife, then looked down at the wide-awake infant in his arms again. He could not help staring at the baby, who had a hint of sunburst red hair, so like his in his earliest pictures. If the stars could sing a song I know it won't be long Before they sing a lullaby So my baby will not cry Chloe smiled and held out her hand. It had been a hard journey from conception, and an even harder birth. All the pain had been forgotten though, the moment that she first saw Lex holding their daughter. When the doctor had told them that she was pregnant, after all those tests that proved that she and Lex had barely any capacity to conceive, Dr. Harris had warned them of the difficulties. Yet, he had said, all the pain would fade away when she first sees the baby. It was not the sight of the baby that blew away the horrible pain though. No. It was the tears in Lex's eyes, and his feather-soft whisper of "Thank you." Lex walked over to Chloe and sat beside her on the bed. He moved the baby so that he had one free hand. With it, he reached for Chloe's hand and brushed a kiss on her knuckles. "She's so beautiful." Chloe nodded. "And you are no songwriter," she teased. Chloe peeked at her daughter. "I've never seen anyone more awake after what was supposed to be a lullaby." Lex grinned. "I think she's hyped on caffeine. Did you drink coffee?" "No, Lex." She rolled her eyes. "Lena did not drink coffee from me when she breastfed. You just don't have a mother's soothing voice." "Oh well let me see you try, mommy." Chloe loved it when he called her that. She ran her fingers down the baby's soft cheek. She did not even take Lena anymore. Lex loved holding her, and Chloe's was even now still sore from the birth that even the light burden of the baby was uncomfortable. Sleep tight, little princess You're mommy's baby girl Tonight and every night I'll give you A gift of love, my heart "You're no songwriter either," he whispered into her ear. Chloe shivered when his hot breath touched her cool lobe. "But good enough." Sleep tight, little princess I thank God every day That months ago He gave us A miracle that's you Lex kissed Lena's thin eyebrow and followed Chloe's tune. Sleep tight, little princess You're daddy's pretty pride I'll take care of you Every day, every hour My sweet Lena close your eyes Night has come; you are tired Sleep, sleep sweet child Daddy will stay with you through the night. Chloe smiled as she watched Lex sing the lines softly to their daughter. The way Lex fussed over the child was endearing and at the same time terrifying. She had no doubt that Lena would be pampered until she was forty. When Lex looked up at her, he saw Chloe's eyes on him. "That part of the song notoriously lacks any mention of the mom," she teased. "Thank you for carrying her for eight months and pushing through the pain of the premature labor." Lex shook his head, chuckling lightly. "I know I didn't do all the work." "You didn't do most of the work," she corrected. "All right all right," Lex admitted. "I can't help it though. I never thought this would ever come true, Chlo. She's so beautiful." "Lex, the way you treat her, I hope she's not going to be a brat." "An angel like this? She can't ever be a brat if she tried." Chloe laughed at the sheer absurdity of the Lex Luthor of LexCorp as a doting dad who thought everything about his daughter was excellent. With a slight smile, she admitted, "She is pretty special, isn't she?" "Of course she is," Lex responded. "She's a tiny bit of you and me."
If the stars could hear me They would say to me How beautiful's your baby She is so lovely "God, Lex!" Chloe laughed, beaming at her husband from the bed. She lay on the silk covers and could not wait to be given the doctor's go-signal to move around. If Lex had not been how he had for the last two weeks since their daughter was born, she would have gone insane. "That is so cheesy." Lex looked up briefly at his wife, then looked down at the wide-awake infant in his arms again. He could not help staring at the baby, who had a hint of sunburst red hair, so like his in his earliest pictures. If the stars could sing a song I know it won't be long Before they sing a lullaby So my baby will not cry Chloe smiled and held out her hand. It had been a hard journey from conception, and an even harder birth. All the pain had been forgotten though, the moment that she first saw Lex holding their daughter. When the doctor had told them that she was pregnant, after all those tests that proved that she and Lex had barely any capacity to conceive, Dr. Harris had warned them of the difficulties. Yet, he had said, all the pain would fade away when she first sees the baby. It was not the sight of the baby that blew away the horrible pain though. No. It was the tears in Lex's eyes, and his feather-soft whisper of "Thank you." Lex walked over to Chloe and sat beside her on the bed. He moved the baby so that he had one free hand. With it, he reached for Chloe's hand and brushed a kiss on her knuckles. "She's so beautiful." Chloe nodded. "And you are no songwriter," she teased. Chloe peeked at her daughter. "I've never seen anyone more awake after what was supposed to be a lullaby." Lex grinned. "I think she's hyped on caffeine. Did you drink coffee?" "No, Lex." She rolled her eyes. "Lena did not drink coffee from me when she breastfed. You just don't have a mother's soothing voice." "Oh well let me see you try, mommy." Chloe loved it when he called her that. She ran her fingers down the baby's soft cheek. She did not even take Lena anymore. Lex loved holding her, and Chloe's was even now still sore from the birth that even the light burden of the baby was uncomfortable. Sleep tight, little princess You're mommy's baby girl Tonight and every night I'll give you A gift of love, my heart "You're no songwriter either," he whispered into her ear. Chloe shivered when his hot breath touched her cool lobe. "But good enough." Sleep tight, little princess I thank God every day That months ago He gave us A miracle that's you Lex kissed Lena's thin eyebrow and followed Chloe's tune. Sleep tight, little princess You're daddy's pretty pride I'll take care of you Every day, every hour My sweet Lena close your eyes Night has come; you are tired Sleep, sleep sweet child Daddy will stay with you through the night. Chloe smiled as she watched Lex sing the lines softly to their daughter. The way Lex fussed over the child was endearing and at the same time terrifying. She had no doubt that Lena would be pampered until she was forty. When Lex looked up at her, he saw Chloe's eyes on him. "That part of the song notoriously lacks any mention of the mom," she teased. "Thank you for carrying her for eight months and pushing through the pain of the premature labor." Lex shook his head, chuckling lightly. "I know I didn't do all the work." "You didn't do most of the work," she corrected. "All right all right," Lex admitted. "I can't help it though. I never thought this would ever come true, Chlo. She's so beautiful." "Lex, the way you treat her, I hope she's not going to be a brat." "An angel like this? She can't ever be a brat if she tried." Chloe laughed at the sheer absurdity of the Lex Luthor of LexCorp as a doting dad who thought everything about his daughter was excellent. With a slight smile, she admitted, "She is pretty special, isn't she?" "Of course she is," Lex responded. "She's a tiny bit of you and me."