Martha knocked on the door nearly an hour and a half later, Clark looked up as she opened the door and looked in on him.

"Sorry, guess I fell asleep," he murmured. She smiled.

"That's all right, that water's probably cold by now, come on," he nodded and waited until she closed the door. Martha was waiting in his room when he walked into the room, shirtless with a pair of Jonathan's old flannel pajama bottoms. As he had predicted the bruises had already started fading.

"Do they hurt?" he shrugged.

"Not really, I'm just tired," he murmured.

"All right, well get some rest, I'll call you when dinner's ready," he nodded and crawled under the soft covers.

Dinner was a quiet affair, Kara and the twins knew something was bothering Clark, but their parents made it very obvious it was not to be discussed during dinner. Kara, Kyle and Chris headed to the living room after dinner, to watch a movie, while Clark remained in the kitchen with his parents.

"We need to talk about this Clark," Jonathan stated gently.

"I know," he murmured.

"So why don't you tell me exactly what happened," Jonathan suggested. Clark nodded.

I took about ten minutes to explain the entire situation, it only took five minutes to see that Clark wasn't really at fault for what had happened. The only thing Clark did wrong was grab the young man.

"All right, I'm grounding you for three days, because it's fairly obvious you're not at fault. The only reason I'm grounding you, is so you realize that coming close to reacting can cause a problem. I know you understand that already, but I want to it be engrained into your mind that you are not to ever hit someone, abilities or not," Jonathan stated. Clark nodded.

"I know dad," whispered Clark. Jonathan sighed and sat down across from his son.

"Clark, I'm proud of you, you didn't hit him back, that took strength. No not that kinda of strength," Jonathan said pointing to Clark's arms, "the kind that makes you a good boy, and will someday make you a good man. I know you didn't have the strength, and we'll worry about that, but what does matter is that you knew better, inside that you could seriously injure him if you had hurt him. You did the right thing," Clark smiled slightly, Martha was pleased to see the smile reach the young man's eyes.

"Thanks dad," he said softly.

"Go ahead and finish the movie with your brothers and sister, you can start your punishment tomorrow. I want you to help your mother around the house, understand," Clark nodded and tried to smile.

"Dad...are you...have you ever regretted adopting me?" Jonathan sighed and looked at the floor.

"Clark, never from the moment I first held you, have I ever regretted adopting you."

"Tell me about it?" Clark asked. Jonathan smiled and looked at Martha.

"You were this little three year old, a little small for most three year olds, but you were getting a bath, and you had soap in your eye, so I quickly got it out, then lifted you into my arms. I knew from that moment on, you were my little boy. Now, go," Jonathan said grinning. Clark nodded and headed out of the kitchen.

The twins had gone over to play with a couple friends of theirs. Kara was at school, and Jonathan was in on of the far pastures working, as Clark Kent helped his mother clean the house.

"Mom, what are you going to name the baby?" Clark asked as he helped mop the floor.

"I don't know, if it's a boy, I would love to name his Jonathan, after your dad obviously," Martha stated as she dried on of the plates.

"And if it's a girl?"

"I hadn't really thought about it, why?"

"Well, no, but I always kinda liked the name Katherine, with a K of course," explained Clark. Martha smiled and paused, thinking of the name.

"Katherine, that's a beautiful name, what about the middle name?"

"Martha," whispered Clark.

"Clark..."

"Why not mom, it's perfect, Katherine, after your mother, and Martha after her mom. It would be the perfect name, and it's beautiful," stated Clark grinning. Martha smiled; she reached out and touched his face.

"You're right, it's perfect," stated Martha.

"You know mom, seven days of suspension isn't half bad..." Martha was surprised when she felt the first contraction, even more when she felt her water break.

"Mom what's wrong?" Clark could tell by Martha's worried look something was very wrong.

"The baby," she whispered.

"What about it?" He asked with fear.

"It's coming, Clark, go get your father now," she stated firmly.

"But what about you, you could..."

"CLARK, GO GET YOUR FATHER NOW!" Cried Martha