Okay. Here is that next chapter I couldn't wait to get to. Y'know, I am really getting into this story. Anyway, if there is something you don't like about my story, PLEASE tell me. This will help with my writing and possibly give me new ideas! Read...
Clark was singing softly to Lara, holding her as if she were a precious porcelain doll. She wasn't a porcelain doll but was definitely precious. She had just gone to sleep a few minutes ago after he had introduced her to her mother.
His parents had been by the room but had told him that they were just coming to tell him that they were going to fix up a room for the babies. His mother almost looked overjoyed but his father, even though Clark knew he was happy to have grandchildren, still radiated disappointment towards him. He thought it was mostly about the not telling him for three months that he was married.
Clark closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh, wishing for so many things. He wished that he had had the courage to tell his parents about his marriage sooner. He wished that he had found Alicia sooner, that he had accepted Alicia for who she was right at the beginning. One thing he distinctly remembered NOT wishing for was one of his best friends, and editor of The Torch, to come barging into the room at that moment.
Chloe stopped right inside the door, her eyebrows raised, and a reporter's grin on her face. "Geez, Clark, I really wasn't expecting to find you here. I-," she was staying but stopped when she noticed the now wide-awake baby he held in his arms. "I didn't know your mom was pregnant, Clark," she said, a little confused.
Clark looked at Chloe with a slightly pained expression on his face, knowing that she still had some feelings for him. "She wasn't. This is my… daughter."
Chloe's mouth dropped open as she stared at someone that she thought she knew, incredulous. "Daughter?" she managed to choke out. At Clark's nod, she took a step further into the room and took a deep, calming breath. "Are your parents going to make you get married?"
Clark just looked at Alicia, who still hadn't moved since the doctors had put her there. Chloe also looked at Alicia but just frowned, a little hurt, before turning back to Clark. "So… Clark," started, her voice perfectly calm, belying the emotions underneath, "when are you two getting married… granted if she ever wakes up?"
"Three months ago," he said, keeping his eyes on Alicia, unwilling to see the hurt in Chloe's eyes.
There was a crash as something hit the floor and Clark whipped his head around to see that Chloe had dropped her camera and that is was now laying on the floor in pieces. He was still staring at the broken camera when he saw her shaking hands reach down to pick them up.
"Is that why you have been acting weird?" she asked, her voice completely even.
Clark nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone sooner. I was still trying to find Alicia and I didn't want anyone to know anything until I had found her. I'm sorry Chloe."
She looked up at him with her eyes filled with tears. "It's okay, Clark. I knew you didn't like me like that. It's just… well… I guess I always hoped."
For a while neither of them said anything. Clark remained seated in the chair and Chloe had sat down on the floor to lean against the wall. Clark was growing a little uncomfortable with the silence, looking anywhere but at Chloe, and, obviously Chloe was too because she started talking.
"So, what's her name?" she asked, lifting her chin towards his daughter.
"Lara."
"Sounds a little like 'Lana', doesn't it?" she asked, her voice laced with bitterness.
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