Have you ever been waiting to be told if you are or aren't doing something and it makes you really mad. I'm in that situation. I'm waiting to find out if we're going away this weekend or not. One I would like to update tomorrow and two, my friends are having a get together Monday and I would rather go to that than on this "vacation". Anyway here's the next chapter. BTW Lynn, I didn't notice it until after you pointed it out, but you're right, Jonathan's wrapped around Kara's little finger.

There was a stunned silence, as he just stared at her, his expression similar to the feelings she had only moments earlier in the bathroom. Fear, dread, awe and excitement all in one.

"Could..." he swallowed the lump in his throat, "could you ah, run that one by me again," he said, trying to fathom what she had just said.

Had he really heard that, was she really going to have a baby? This wouldn't be the first time, Martha had been pregnant twice before, both had been a miscarriage. That's why Clark had been such a godsend.

"Jonathan, I'm pregnant," she repeated. He nodded, his finger that was pointing at her moved up and down with his head. He was visibly shaking, "Jonathan please tell me you're okay with this?" she begged. Both miscarriages had been before the fourth month, she was closing in on the fourth month, and she was sure that this one would make it. She didn't want him to be unhappy about it.

"You're pregnant?" He asked, as though still not catching it. She looked at him and nodded, finally a grin broke out across his face as he grabbed her up and twirled her around in his arms. He planted a kiss right on her lips, a sweet one at first, then a passionate loving kiss.

"We're gonna have a baby!" he yelled as he pulled away, he touched her face, her hair, then looked down at her small belly. He smiled and reached down, touching it, "we're gonna have a baby," he repeated much quieter, but just as happy.

"We're gonna have a baby," she replied smiling. He pulled her close and hugged her as tight as he could without fearing for the small child she was carrying, "you're not angry?" she asked. He smiled as he took her face in his hands again, he smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally kissed her lips.

"How could I be angry at such a beautiful, wonderful woman? I seem to recall telling a certain beautiful woman that we'll never be rich or travel the world, but I'll always love you. I love you, I love Clark, I love Kara and I love the little baby you're carrying inside of you. As long as your happy, I'm happy," he said gently. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his back and shoulders. He smiled and hugged her closely.

"Now we just have to tell the kids," Jonathan smiled and looked at her.

"They'll be fine, a little surprised, but they'll be fine," she nodded.

"I'm worried about Clark though. Kara's not like him, she doesn't think like he does, he's going to be worried, I hope you realize that. He's going to worry since we have our own child that we won't want him anymore."

"We'll take care of that when we get to it, right now let's just make sure we take care of you and our baby."

"Oh Jonathan, I don't know what I'd do if..." he pulled her chin up.

"Don't think about that sweet heart, we're not going to lose this one," he whispered. She nodded slowly and smiled.

The rest of the day Martha and Jonathan relaxed, and demonstrated their love. By the time the kids were due to arrive home, Jonathan had taken a shower and was out finishing some chores in the barn, and Martha was preparing a snack for the two children.

"Mommy!" the two children came in the house, both full of excitement. Kara held a picture in her hand, while Clark followed less closely behind, holding a note in his hand.

"Kara!" Martha grinned as she hugged the young girl and kissed her on the cheek, she then greeted her son with a similar reaction, "what's wrong Clark?" He handed her the note. Reading it quickly she looked at him.

"Clark, is this true?" she asked sternly. His eyes were on the floor, so he couldn't see her disappointed look, "answer the question Clark, is this true?" she got a slow nod.

"I see, well you'd better go talk to your father, he's in the barn," Clark nodded slowly and headed out the door. She sighed and looked down at her beautiful little girl, "and what is this?" she asked smiling as her daughter held up the picture she had painted.

"I made it for you and daddy," she said grinning. Martha chuckled and kissed her daughter, then took the picture and hung it on the fridge.

"It's beautiful," she said grinning, "now why don't go get started on your homework, while your daddy and I talk to Clark," Kara nodded and hurried upstairs. Martha sighed and headed out to the barn.

"Clark, we've had this conversation, that's why we split you and Pete up in the first place. If a teacher tells you to be quiet they mean it. Didn't we teach you to respect your elders?" she didn't hear Clark's response, "Clark, answer the question."

"Yes sir," whispered Clark.

"So why were you talking during class? Was what you were saying more important?"

"No sir," whispered Clark.

"I didn't think so. I'm getting tired of this Clark, you're always late, you're talking in class, you're failing spelling tests. This is just the beginning Clark, when you get to middle school and high school this kind of behavior isn't accepted."

"I know," murmured Clark.

"So what should we do about this?" Jonathan asked. Clark didn't reply, "you're grounded for starters, two weeks. You go to school and come home, that's it. You'll have extra chores as well. You'll wake up when I wake up, do your chores and be on the bus on time. Your allowance will be disappearing for two weeks," Clark nodded.

"Go to your room, we'll call you for dinner," Clark nodded and hurried past as Martha entered the barn. She sighed and looked at her husband.

"Something is really bothering him," she stated softly.

"Like what?" Jonathan asked, "that boy has been disobeying everyone for nearly a month. I don't know what his problem is, but I'm tired of his Martha. He's got to learn responsibility," stated Jonathan.

"I know that, but remember he's still a child."

"A little child this close to getting a spanking," stated Jonathan as he sighed.

"We'll figure this out," she whispered rubbing his back.

"I know, sometimes...I don't know sometimes it's just hard to be a father," Jonathan moaned.

"It's not easy Jon, but look at everything we get in the long run," she stated.

"I know, maybe we should hold off on telling them for another day or two," he suggested. She smiled.

"That might be a good idea. I have an idea, Saturday we'll take the kids to the market with us, then we'll tell them after we come home. We'll make a day of it," Jonathan grinned as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Sounds wonderful," he stated grinning.

It was nearing eleven when Martha and Jonathan finally got to bed, they had just laid down when a small knock came on their door. Jonathan was fully expecting Kara to come in scared about a nightmare or the storm that was starting to rage outside. However there stood Clark, looking small and sorry.

"What's wrong sport?" Jonathan asked as he invited Clark over to the bed. He lifted Clark into his lap and held him close. Martha scooted near them and they curled up with him in their arms.

"I don't feel very good," he whispered.

TBC