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Clark's hands dropped from where they were resting on Alicia's arms at the same time he took a step back away from her. He looked at her stomach, his green eyes wide with what was close to disbelief, and then back up at her face.

Alicia took Clark's reaction as on of rejection and turned to leave, fighting back tears and emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She had taken only one step when she felt a warm hand wrap gently around her wrist.

"Alicia, wait. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was rejecting you just now. I was just… surprised… really surprised," he pleaded with her, tugging her back to him.

"Clark, I really don't know what to do. This is not a normal pregnancy. I am only three months pregnant and it looks like I am about ready to give birth! I'm scared," she finished on a fresh wave of tears.

Clark did the only thing he could do. He pulled her with him to the couch and sat down to hold her. They talked about how they were going to break the news to Clark's parents and then about how they were going to raise the baby. Their conversation was cut short when they could hear footsteps ascending the stairs… heavy steps, which meant his dad.

Without saying a word, Clark gave Alicia one last hug of reassurance, even though he did not feel at all assured, before getting up to meet his dad at the top of the stairs.

Jonathan Kent looked at his son and then around him to see Alicia. His eyes widened slightly with surprise before quickly being masked by anger at her just being there. "Clark," he said.

Before he could start ranting and raving, Clark grabbed his arm and started leading him back down the steps. "Dad, I really need to tell you something." As they descended back down the steps, Clark sent a hopeful smile back towards Alicia.

"You what!"

Alicia jumped from where she had almost fallen asleep on the couch where she and Clark had been holding each other just ten minutes before. She turned a wary eye to where the kitchen was lit up. She wished that she hadn't left Clark to tell his parents about their marriage. It was she, after all, who had put Clark under the influence of red kryptonite.

She wrapped her arms protectively around her middle as she listened to Clark raising his own voice back at his parents. She rested her head against the back of the sofa and closed her eyes against the tears that formed in her eyes.

"Mom. Dad. There's more."

Jonathan whirled back around to face his son, his face flushed with anger. "More! More! What else could there possibly be? Unless she is pregnant!" he yelled, only half serious, and started to laugh a little nervously.

Clark was twisting his hands nervously, something that he never normally did. He gave a shaky laugh of his own as he looked first at his mother then at his father. "Funny you should say that."

Martha looked at Clark with a disappointed look in her eyes, "Clark, you're not serious? She's pregnant? How could you be so irresponsible? We raised you better than that."

"Mom I-," he started but was cut off when she turned around and walked up the stairs. Clark, then, turned to appeal to his father. "I was under the influence of red kryptonite."

"Clark, it doesn't matter. We taught you that marriage is sacred and having a child?" He held up a hand when Clark opened his mouth to speak again. "We will talk again when we have all cooled down a bit, before one of us says or does something that will be regretted later on," he said, glaring pointedly at Clark before turning around to follow after Martha.

With a resigned sigh, Clark headed back to the loft where he was hoping Alicia was asleep, unable to hear the conversation he just had with his parents.