Martha and Jonathan had decided after an eventful week, that a nice weekend with just the family would be an excellent way to tell their children about their new brother or sister. Clark and Kara had each spent the past two nights in their bed, Kara having her own nightmares after a bully picked on her at school, and Clark from his close call.

Jonathan had gone out and rented some movies, while Martha made popcorn, and brought out some pop. The family sat on the couch, Clark beside Martha, curled between the arm rest and her side. Kara in between Martha and Jonathan, curled against her daddy, as he stretched out, his feet in front of him.

The movie last about two hours, by that time both Clark and Kara were very relaxed, and Martha was sure they were ready to be told.

"Okay guys, daddy and I want to tell you something," she began as she and Jonathan each held one of their children.

"Are we in trouble?" Clark asked quietly. His scrapes had healed within a day after the fall, his nerves however were still frayed.

"No son, you're not in trouble."

"Are we getting a pony?" Kara asked.

"What's wrong with your horse?" asked Martha smiling softly.

"Nothing, I just wanted a pony," Jonathan chuckled at her innocence.

"Are we getting a puppy?" Jonathan looked at Clark in question.

"I didn't know you wanted one," stated Jon.

"I've been meaning to ask," he said smiling. Jonathan grinned.

"We'll talk later. Now, listen to your mother guys," nodding they looked Martha.

"Guys, your daddy and I...well as you may know, I was told before you guys came along, that I probably wouldn't be able to have children of my own," Clark nodded. His mom and dad had told him this, and he knew it saddened them.

"Well, uh, guys, I'm going to have a baby," she said smiling.

"You mean like..."

"Yes Clark, exactly like that, I'm pregnant," Clark's face turned from surprise to happiness, while Kara looked unsure.

"Does this mean I won't be the baby anymore?" Kara asked looking at Jonathan. He smiled and looked at Martha and Clark.

"Well honey, um, you'll still be our baby girl, but now, we're going to have someone younger than you, yes. You'll all still be our babies though. We're still going to love you," Clark looked at Kara and smiled.

"They still love us Kara, even though we're only adopted, mommy and daddy couldn't stop loving us," Martha smiled at how wise her son had become for his young nine years.

"That's right," stated Jonathan with a smile.

"Okay," grinned Kara.

"Great, now about that puppy," Jonathan said looking at his son. Instantly voice erupted as Kara and Clark both tried to talk at the same time, Clark about a puppy, Kara about a kitten. Jonathan smiled as he grabbed both under an arm.

"We'll see," he said grinning as they laughed.

Nine Months Later

March 19th, 1996

Jonathan looked at Clark and Kara and smiled weakly, "I know you're scared right now, but this is normal. Mom is going to be fine, I need you two guys to stay here and be good for Sam okay," they both nodded and looked up at Pete Ross' older brother Sam.

"Don't worry Mr. Kent, I'll watch them," Sam had been called last minute to come over and baby sit for Clark and Kara, while Jonathan and Martha headed to the hospital.

The pregnancy had progressed beautifully, which thrilled both Jonathan and Martha. By the time Martha went into her seventh month she was ready to get rid of the extra weight. Early on March 19th Martha went into labor after her water broke. Jonathan had immediately rushed her to the hospital, demanding that Clark and Kara remain at the house and be good for half an hour.

Once Martha was checked in, and Jonathan was assured that she wouldn't be delivering for awhile, Jonathan headed home to check on the kids. Clark and Kara had looked terrified. Jonathan had quickly told them their mom would be fine, and that he would call as soon as the baby was born.

Jonathan was allowed in the room with his wife, as he stood beside her, holding her hand tightly as she made her way through more contractions. That however, had all been sixteen hours ago. Martha was hitting her seventeenth hour, and it was now closer to March 20th, than the 19th.

"You're doing great Martha, a little longer and I think we'll be ready," explained the doctor smiling.

"Good," Martha cried as she leaned back. Jonathan ran a hand through her hair and smiled at her.

"You're doing fine Martha," she looked at him and nodded slightly. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

It was nearing one in the morning, when Martha was finally declared ready to give birth to her first biological child, and her third child all together, however no one was expecting the surprise that was to come.

"Come on Martha, you're doing fine," called Dr. Mitchell as she helped Martha. The woman was having a rough time, but she was easily pushing through it as well as she could.

"One more push honey, one more," stated Jonathan. Martha cried out in pain as another cry filled the room, a small yet louder one, obviously wanting the world to know it had arrived.

"Congratulations, it's a boy," Amy Mitchell said grinning as she handed the baby off to the nurse.

"Martha, we have a boy," grinned Jonathan, he was thrilled. Martha nodded, but winced as she looked at Amy.

"What's going on, shouldn't the contractions stop?" Martha asked in fear.

"Heads up everyone, I think we're here for a double feature! Nurse get another crib in here STAT!" she yelled.