A/N: I hope that after all that wait, the last couple chapters of the story were worth it. The last 2 chapters are very bittersweet, the authoress herself was crying as she wrote it, and the epilogue, I hadn't originally planned on doing but it just popped into my head. I'm thinking of writing a sequel to this, if you'd like me to write a sequel, toss it in a review. And, if you like what you read here, I have a Lana/Clark story that is currently a W.I.P

Epilogue

"Come on Daddy, let's go." 4 year old Jon called, running through the halls of the Luthor mansion.

"Hold on, Son." Clark said, grabbing his shoulder to keep him from running into anything or breaking anything. He glanced around the mansion and at all the boxes that had been packed and everything that was still waiting to be packed. Even though the mansion was now Clark's, he couldn't bring himself to live in it, it just wasn't the same without Lex there. Taking one of the boxes in one hand, and a brown paper bag in the other, he took one last look at the inside of the mansion. He had sold the mansion after Lionel Luthor had died, to some guy who wanted to turn it into a museum, what with all of Lex's old swords and armour, and he'd gotten a pretty tight profit for it, which had all gone into Jon's trust fund. "Let's go, Jon." he called to the hyper 4 year old, who was currently sitting obiedently at his feet.

Clark tossed the last of the stuff into the back of his truck (that, despite Lex's wishes, he hadn't gotten rid of), belted Jon in, and backed out of the driveway. He drove a little ways until he reached a fenced in area. Unbelting his son and taking him by the hand, they walked past the fence until they reached a tombstone.

"Is that dada?" Jon asked, suddenly becoming very quiet, like he guessed that his father was upset.

Clark nodded and knelt down to his son's level. "Yes, thats Dada." he said, handing him a flower, then placing his own on the grave. "Say something to him, Jon."

"Can he hear me?" the little boy asked.

Clark nodded and took the boy's hand, placing it on his heart. "He's always there, Jonny, he can always hear you if you talk to him."

"Do you talk to him, Daddy?"

"Every day Son, every day." Clark said.

Jon thought for a minute, then gently caressed the grave. "Dada? It's Jonny, Daddy tole me to talk to you, he tole me that you can hear me. If you can hear me, I love you Dada, and I wish you were here. Daddy cries every night, he doesn't know that I hear him but I do. It makes me sad hearing Daddy cry."

Hearing his son say that brought tears to Clark's eyes. Wiping them away before his son saw them, he caressed the grave himself. "You'd be very proud of Jonny, Lex, he's growing into such a great young man. He loves helping Grandpa on the farm, and hes gotten into riding horses and goes out with Lana on the trail quite a bit. You probably already know this Lex, but Lana and I are getting married. I told her about everything, about my secret, and you and me and our relationship, and how Jonny is your son, and she doesn't care. She misses you terribly Lex, you were like a big brother to her." he sighed and stood up. "We miss you Lex, and we all wish you were here."

"Do you still love Dada even though your marrying Lana?" Jonny asked.

Clark nodded. "I will always love him, Jonny, always and forever."

And with that, he picked his son up, sat him on his shoulders, and took him back to the truck and they drove home.