"Martha, I'll come talk to you in the room okay," Martha looked at Jonathan, tears in her eyes as they removed the baby from the room.

"I don't even know if it's a boy or girl," whimpered Martha softly. Jonathan leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head.

"It's okay Martha, just try and relax, I'll find out what's going on okay?" She looked at him.

"Please..." He nodded and looked into her eyes.

"I'll be back as soon as I get some answers. He hurried out the door, it didn't take long for him to find the NNICU. He watched a Amy and two nurses worked on the tiny baby. Tiny was a good word for the baby too, she couldn't be more than fourteen inches, she probably didn't weigh more than 3 pounds.

"Jonathan..." he looked over to see Amy looking at him.

"My baby?"

"You're daughter; is a tough little thing, she wasn't breathing regularly because she got the placenta wrapped around her neck. She's breathing much better now, and her color is improving. She's a preemie Jonathan, she's only about thirteen and a half inches long, and she weighs about 3.5 lbs. She doesn't appear to be sick, so I think we got to her in time."

"My little girl...I have a baby girl, can..."

"No Jonathan you can't hold her, not yet anyway."

"What should I tell Martha?" He asked.

"Exactly what I told you, at the moment it's too early to tell, but knowing your family, I think she'll pull through just fine," Jonathan nodded slowly and took another look through the glass as his baby was taken care of.

"A girl?"

"Yes Jon, a girl, now go find your wife," Jonathan nodded and slowly turned, he had never been so scared in all his life.

It was hard to find his wife's room, her door was open and she had a window. He smiled as he walked in, she looked like she was sleeping, her eyes closed, breathing evenly. She looked tired, whether it was from the medication or just sleeping he didn't know.

"Martha?" he asked gently as he moved over to her, he sat down on the side of the bed. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled at him, then suddenly her eyes filled with water. He smiled softly, "scoot over," he whispered. She moved over slightly and he got in the bed beside her. He wrapped both arms around her and held her for a moment.

"How's our baby?" Martha asked frightened of the answer. Jonathan ran a loving hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

"Our baby is a Kent, and she's a fighter. She's a little sick right now, but Amy thinks she'll pull through just fine. She's so small Martha," he whispered gently. She nodded slowly, she ran a hand through his sandy hair and sighed as their forehead's met.

"She needs a name," stated Jonathan gently.

"Martha..." he whispered.

"Really? I don't like that as a first name," he chuckled as he held her closer. Their bodies meeting as he held her in his strong arms.

"Then what would you like?"

"Katherine," Martha said as she remembered her son's face as he suggested the beautiful name. Somehow Clark had known it would be a girl, maybe deep down he knew the girl would survive.

"Katherine Martha, it's got a different ring to it," whispered Jonathan.

"Oh Jon, I was so scared..." she whispered, her voice suddenly cracking. He pulled her closer and sighed.

"I know honey, God I know. I was terrified as I was driving back to the house, we won't lose this baby, we won't Martha. And if for some awful reason we do, we'll be in this together."

"I love you," she whispered. He smiled and hugged her, kissing her soft cheek and leaned his head against her's and sighed.

"Sleep honey, I'll be here when you wake up," he felt her nod as she slowly closed her eyes.

The same thing on both their minds, what would they do if they did lose this child. Martha had connected with all her children, including the first two miscarriages, they were her babies and losing them had torn her apart inside. Then finding Clark had renewed her, made her stronger.

It had been an adventure for Jonathan, those first three years had been all trial and error, and Jonathan remembered every error and every trial. He smiled, Clark had been a great little boy, and now he was almost a teenager. How had the little sweet kid grown into this amazing young man? Jonathan smiled as he thought of what Clark had done today. Despite fears, Clark saw his mother in pain, and ran to get him. He was a strong young man.

Then there was Kara, his angel, he knew sometimes he seemed to favor her over Clark, but in truth he adored them both to pieces. The idea of missing out on either of their lives tore him apart. Kara was so smart, and quick on her feet. Agile for someone her age. Jonathan was sure however, she would go through that awkward stage when she became a teenager. Unlike Clark, nothing was ever easy for Kara, she would have to work all of her life to get good grades, to get good things in life, things came to Clark. Jonathan knew, as the two got older that would begin to start some problems.

Then there were the twins, his crazy twins. He smiled, with the exception of hair, they were identical twins. Kyle was strong, smart and sometimes a risk taker. The little boy ran on energy. He was a ball of fire, and Jonathan was sure at times that boy kept the family going through rough moments.

Chris was quiet, shy he didn't match Kyle at all, even for a two year old, the boy was so small and so withdrawn at times, that Jonathan sometimes wondered what was going through the little boy's head as he sat there staring out a window or watching his brothers and sister play. Clark was amazing with both of them, and they adored Clark and Kara.

Clark could make them do anything, and while he didn't yet use that for his advantages, he did help them greatly. He was already teaching them both how to read. Chris had caught on quick, Jonathan had the feeling that Chris might be some what of a smart person stuck in an unsure body. He was screaming to get out, but was so afraid to show how smart he was for fear he wouldn't fit in. The scary thing was the boy was only two now.

Jonathan never realized he lulled off to sleep, until he felt a hand shaking him, he startled awake and looked around. Amy stood over him, holding back a smile. He grinned sheepishly and sighed.

"Sorry Doc," Jonathan said chuckling.

"It's all right, stay please, your wife needs you. As for your daughter, she's holding her own, if we can get her to gain a little weight, we'll let you hold her for a little while. Have you called the kids yet?" Jonathan's eyes grew wide at the thought of his children again. He hadn't called them yet, Clark was probably worried sick.

"If Martha wakes up, tell her where I've gone and that I won't take long, tell her I'm also heading out to get lunch," Amy nodded and watched as he leaned over and placed a soft light kiss to Martha's temple.