Chapter Four: Katherine Martha Kent

December 18th, 1998

"Mom!" Martha groaned, it was a normal sound to the Kent Family morning now; there wasn't a morning anymore where one of her four wonderful children weren't yelling for her help. With Jonathan already outside in the barns doing the chores their eldest son should be doing, and Kara upstairs, also avoiding her daily chores, it made like just a little more interesting.

"What," she called back in the same whiny tone as Clark came racing down the stairs, followed closely by Kara, who was being chased all the way by two toddling two year olds.

"Clark stole my favorite pen!" cried the nine year old, as twelve year old Clark whizzed past Martha. She bent down grabbing the boy by the waist, and gripped the pen.

"Hey buster," she chuckled softly as he looked at her, then glared at his sister.

"She stole it first," he stated with annoyance.

"I was barrowing it!"

"Really were you plan..." his words were muffled by his mother's hand slipping over his lips. She glared at both her older children, then looked at her two young children.

"You two, breakfast, now," she stated to the twins, it only took a second before their whirled around and headed for their usual seats at the table, "Kara, upstairs, finish getting ready, and stop taking things from your brother room...ah, don't argue just go," Kara huffed and marched upstairs angrily. Martha looked at her son, "you, chores, outside, go!" she stated grinning, removing the pen from his grasp as he went. He mumbled something on his way out and she simply shook her head. She looked over at the twins, who shrugged their shoulders at the same time.

"I think we're insane," mumbled Martha as she hurried to get breakfast ready for the entire crew.

"Good morning beautiful," Martha smiled as a pair of arms slipped around her belly. She grinned as he looked at her, love written all over his face, "so what are insane for?" he asked grinning. She looked up at him and shook her head.

"Thinking we can do this again," stated Martha softly as she looked at her small stomach. In six months she hadn't gotten very large, Amy had said the baby was healthy and progressing fine, but Martha was more worried about this baby. She was older now, and had her worries about the birth

"Don't worry, we'll be fine," stated Jonathan with a smile written on his features. She sighed and hugged him.

"Do you ever wish we had just stopped at Clark?" Martha looked. Jonathan looked down at her and smiled.

"Do you?" She sighed and leaned against his chest.

"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like. I think he does too, he loves the boys and Kara, but sometimes..."

"He longs to be the only child again. Martha, he may long for it, but in the end he's probably happier than he would be without any siblings. Besides, he's the oldest, we get to spoil him rotten, then be careful with the other four," Martha snickered.

"Are you happy Jonathan?" He smiled.

"I'm the happiest man alive, with the best family, and the craziest children, the smartest wife, and the most beautiful farm," he whispered.

"I'm ready to pop this kid out," muttered Martha sighing. Jonathan grinned and looked down at the belly.

"Hey, this little Kent has at least two more months before it can be popped out of anything," stated Jonathan.

"MOM!" yelled Kara as she came flying down the stairs, "Kyle flushed the toilet downstairs and burned me!" Jonathan chuckled as Martha threw her hands in the air. He watched her hurry around the kitchen trying to get the children ready, and couldn't help but feel a little worry for the baby she had been carrying for close to seven months now.