Okay, I know I said I was going to update every day but I picked up a book and started reading and couldn't put it down. You know what I mean. Anyways, I apologize. I hope you like this chapter. I am working on the next one right now. This is the one I'VE been so happy about getting to write. So READ AND REVIEW... please!

The next morning, Clark woke with a crick in his neck from having slept in the very uncomfortable chair next to Alicia's bed. He had gotten to sleep only two hors before, wanting be awake if Alicia even stirred. But as he looked around the room, clearing his head of sleep, his eyes landed on Alicia, who was still exactly as she was hours.

After sitting there for a couple of more minutes, he got up and started to walk down the hall of the hospital to where he knew vending machines were. On his way, he happened to glance to his left, where the nursery was. Forgetting all about his rumbling stomach, he changed direction, intent on seeing his new son and daughter.

He reached up and touched the glass window, as if somehow he could get closer to them. He looked toward his son and saw he was sleeping. He then looked at the incubator (hell, I don't know what they're called) to see his daughter. She had big, bright blue eyes, but he suspected they would change after a couple of weeks. She was looking around at all the different colors and, then looked at him.

"She smiled at me," he said to himself. He nearly jumped out of his skin when there came a voice from beside him.

"Babies can't smile at this young age. It was probably just gas," she said, looking up at him and smiling.

Clark's heart sunk a little bit at the news but shrugged it off, looking down at the nurse that had spoken. The woman was at least a foot shorter than he was, which was no surprise since he was nearly 6'4, and had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her teeth were almost blindingly white and shiny so Clark turned his head back to look at his daughter, who continued to stare at him.

"Brother and sister?" the nurse asked, also looking back into the nursery.

"No. Son and daughter," he replied and heard the nurse shift uncomfortably but easily regained her composure.

"Oh. Well, would you like to hold them?"

Clark just nodded before following at the nurse who was already moving towards the door to the nursery.

Clark sat in a rocking chair, normally for new mothers, holding his daughter in his arms. She had her tiny fist wrapped around one of his fingers and was already falling to sleep.

"Well, Mr. Kent. Have you thought of names for your son and daughter? They can't be 'Baby Boy Kent' and 'Baby Girl Kent' all of their lives," the nurse said. She was walking around the room, checking up on the rest of the babies.

Clark looked down at the baby in his arms, thoughtful, before a smile appeared on his face. "Yes. I was thinking Lara Martha Alicia for her," he said.

The nurse raised her eyebrows up in question, pausing in what she was doing. "Any reason behind those names?"

"Alicia for her mother, Martha for my mother, and Lara for my birth mother."

"What about the other one?" she asked, indicating where Clark's son still lay sleeping.

Clark looked up before standing to walk over to his son. He looked down at him, his head tilted slightly to the side as possible names went through his mind. "I was thinking about Kal Jonathan Pete Kent." Before the nurse could ask, he answered what he knew was going to be her next question, "Pete for my best friend, Jonathan for my dad, and Kal for me."

The Nurse just nodded her approval of the names for his children as she finished checking up on the rest of the children. "Those are wonderful names," she said and walked to stand next him.

A little uncomfortable with her nearness, he took a small step away but smiled at her to make it cover up his move. "Can I take Lara to my wife's room?" he asked.

"Of course. I bet your wife would be happy to see on of her new children," she answered, a grin on her face.

A saddened look came over Clark's face but he just nodded before walking out of the nursery with his daughter still in his arms.

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