Okay, so I don't know if I'll be outta town or not, however depending on how much more I can write before Sunday you may not get an update after tomorrow until Monday or tuesday. I've gotta read The Iliad too and school work always comes first. I'll see what I can do guys!

Here you go! Chapter Three!
Chapter Three: Kyle Hiram Kent and...Christopher William Kent?
September 1995

"Martha, are you all right?" called Jonathan Kent as he knocked on the bathroom door.

"I'm fine Jonathan," she lied as she stared down at the test in her hand. If she was reading this correctly she was far from fine. She was caught somewhere in between awed and terrified. This couldn't be possible, but somehow it had been possible for the last three months.

"Martha..."

"Please Jon, would you just go wake the kids up," she called. Sighing he headed out of the master bedroom. He headed to Clark's room first, he smiled as he entered the room, the boy was only nine years old, and yet was already as tall as some twelve year olds. Jonathan guessed he was only going to grow taller with age. He was sprawled out on his bed, arms and legs sticking every which way, matching his hair quite well. He shook his head in disbelief at the picture. For as fast and strong as Clark was, he was the slowest boy on earth when it came to waking up in the morning.

"Clark," he called shaking the boy's shoulder. Clark grunted something and turned over, causing Jonathan to roll his eyes, sometimes his son tended to be incorrigible, "Clark!" he barked, "school, clothes, shower, now!" he called. The got the boy up. He raised his head and glared at his father.

"Five more minutes," he murmured.

"If I come back in here in five more minutes I'm going to give you something to grunt about," Clark knew what his father meant, and Clark wasn't in any mood for a spanking this early in the morning.

"I'm up," he grunted. Nodding, Jonathan headed into Kara's room. His much tamer, yet still hard to wake, daughter. Like her brother, she was sprawled out on the bed, although about a foot short than her older brother. After two years of being together Kara and Clark were unlike any brother and sister Clark had ever seen. When Clark had a nightmare he came to his parents, when Kara had one she went to Clark. When they both had a nightmare, they both went to their parents. If Kara had a problem at school, Clark solved it before it got too far, when she was having problems with homework, Clark helped her out. When Clark had problems at school, Kara tried to be there for him, when he needed it and she could help. Unlike most big brothers, Clark loved it when Kara wanted to go places with him, and Clark's friends didn't mind much, although Greg wasn't too fond of Kara, then again Clark and Kara weren't thrilled with him either. Clark was an excellent big brother, and he made it known that when Kara needed him, he would always be there, no matter what the problem may be.

"Kara," he called shaking her gently. The seven year old girl gave him a similar look and grunted into her pillow softly at the thought of waking up, "come on Kara, school is starting soon," he stated. She nodded into her pillow. Jonathan wasn't going to move until she was out of her bed. She had a tendency to settle back into the bed as soon as he was out of the room, "Kara Kent," he stated firmly as he pulled her out of bed with his mighty hands. She giggled as he tickled her.

"I'm awake!" she laughed loudly. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

"Good, shower now," he said smiling. She scowled as he left the room.

Clark and Kara were downstairs and had breakfast with moments to spare, before Martha made her first appearance of the morning and ushered them both out the door with hugs, kisses and lunch.

"Good morning," Jonathan greeted wrapping an arm around her. She smiled and kissed him on the lips, she then looked at him seriously.

"I have some news," she said softly.

"You're sending the kids away for a long weekend..." he said kissing her neck. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around him.

"No, but it does have to do with kids," she whispered.

"Really?" He asked looking at her.

"Ah, yeah...what would you think about another child?" She asked. Jonathan shrugged.

"I thought you only wanted to adopt two?" he said confused.

"I did, and I love them with all my heart...but what if the family was about to get bigger?"

"I dunno, guess that'd be okay, when did you plan on doing this?" he asked.

"Oh I don't know, sometime in March," she said raising an eyebrow.

"Why then, that's six months from now," she couldn't believe he wasn't catching on, how thick could one single man be.

"I know, but it'll be a quick six months," she said smiling.

"Why can't we just call Janet..."

"Because Janet couldn't help us," she whispered.

"You didn't find another alien did you?" Jonathan asked. She rolled her eyes.

"Ah, no, Jonathan, I um..." she stopped

"Martha, what is it?"

"I...well, um, I haven't been feeling to well lately, and us, I spoke with a couple doctors and..."

"You're not sick are you? Honey, what is it? What's wrong?" He asked, filled with worry. She hated worrying him, but she was terrified to tell him, what if they got their hopes up and...no she couldn't think of that, she wouldn't think of it.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm not sick, I'm healthy, and so is our baby," Jonathan smiled.

"Of course our babie...baby?" He finally caught it.

"Jonathan, I'm pregnant."