Clark had managed to cook dinner for the kids, as well as get them all ready for bed. It was nearing ten, and he was tired. There had been a million questions as soon as they got home and were greeted by Clark and not Mom.

Clark had done his best to explain that mommy went into labor early and that she was at the hospital with daddy. He then got them a snack and offered to help Kara with homework. He told the twins they could watch TV for a little while.

Clark had done the best he could with dinner, he had hurriedly cooked some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for them. The twins had refused to eat it at first, but Clark told them he didn't have time to argue, they either ate or went to bed.

He and Kara had both gotten them into bed and finally fast asleep, then Kara gave her brother a kiss on the cheek and headed off to bed as well. Clark decided since he didn't have school tomorrow and he was sure if he did go to sleep he'd have nightmares he remained awake on the couch.

"Sleeping is a good thing son," Clark jumped from the sound of the voice. His father stood in the living room doorway chuckling lightly as he watched the young preteen try to remain awake.

"Dad," Clark cried quietly as he jumped into his father's arms. Jonathan smiled and bent down, hugging his son for all he was worth. Clark bent his head as he placed it against his father's shoulder. He felt tears filling his eyes from the visions earlier, "mama?" he whimpered. Jonathan sighed and lifted the preteen into his arms, although heavier it was a feat Jonathan could still do. He looked into the boy's eyes.

"Is everyone asleep?" he asked in a whisper. Clark nodded, "let's go outside on the porch," again Clark nodded and they headed outside. Clark sighed as he and his father sat down on the porch swing, leaving the door open so if the kids needed them they could find them.

"How ya doing?" Jonathan asked gently. Clark shrugged, that caused Jonathan to chuckle, "your mom does that too," Clark smiled.

"Is mom okay? Is the baby okay?" Jonathan gently put his finger to his lips, telling the boy to be quiet.

"It's okay buddy, your mother is just fine, she's sleeping right now, but she's going to be fine, thanks to you."

"It's all my fault, I stressed her out because of..."

"Clark, this isn't your fault," stated Jonathan looking at his son. The boy had so much guilt, he wasn't to blame for anything, "believe it or not son, you are not to blame for everything that goes wrong in the world. Your mother is fine, and the baby is going to be fine. If you hadn't been home today the baby would be dead, and your mother might be dead too."

"I was so scared..." Jonathan sighed and pulled his son into his lap, wrapping his arms around the boy's wait he sighed.

"You and me both buddy."

"You get scared?" Jonathan chuckled.

"All the time, there's nothing wrong with being afraid Clark, it's healthy. If you're afraid of something you become more cautious, but there is such a thing as too cautious. Sometimes I think I worry too much about you and your abilities. I fear I protect you too much," Clark's eyes grew wide.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I watch your brothers and sister and I feel bad, you don't get those luxuries. You weren't allowed to play with groups of children because I was scared, I worry maybe I didn't give you a very good childhood."

"Dad, I've had the best childhood because you worried and loved me, besides I got Pete, who more do I need?" Jonathan chuckled and hugged the boy close.

"Pete is a great friend," they lapsed into a comfortable silence as Clark leaned against his father's chest and shoulder.

"So is it a girl or a boy?" Jonathan smiled softly and looked into the blue green eyes.

"It's a girl, a very beautiful little girl."

"What's her name?" Clark asked, praying it wasn't the name his mother had mentioned earlier this evening.

"Katherine Martha," Clark grinned.

"That's the name I picked," Jonathan grinned this time.

"We know, and we thought it was perfect for a perfect little girl, she'll steal your heart awake Clark, looks just like your mom," Clark smiled.

"When do we get to meet her?"

"I don't know yet buddy," Clark nodded.

December 24th, 1998

"Okay you can all open one present," called Jonathan Kent as he watched his four children gather around the Christmas tree, smiling he sat back on the couch, beside his beautiful wife and the newest addition to the family, Katherine Martha Kent.

"Cool!" spoke Clark as he looked at the new telescope. He loved looking at the stars, it was one of his favorite hobbies, and it helped him to stop thinking about all the bad things in the world.

His father had really helped him after Katie's birth, he helped Clark realize that none of what happened was his fault, and that if anything he had saved both Martha and Katie's life by being home that day.

"A kitten!" Kara said with glee as she pulled the beautiful brown and white kitten from the box. Jonathan grinned, Martha and Jonathan had spoken with Amy who had agreed a kitten would be fine.

"A basketbawll!" called Kyle with a grin. He had been driving Clark crazy asking to be taught how to play. Clark had agreed to teach both Chris and Kyle. The basketball had just cemented the promise.

"Merry Christmas, now all of you up to bed!" Jonathan said smiling. They each got up, one by one and bid their parents a good night.

"Night mom, night dad," Clark said as he swung Chris onto his hip. Jonathan chuckled and pecked Chris on the forehead.

"Goodnight boys," Jonathan sighed and looked at their daughter, "Katherine really was the perfect name."

"Clark has good taste, and I think he's pleased to know she's got the name he chose.

"She's so beautiful," Jonathan whispered, still awed by the adorable and small child in their care today. With help from Clark, Kara, Kyle and Chris, she would grow up to be an amazing young lady someday.

"Well, it's time for her bed," stated Martha smiling.

"Hopefully we won't be awake by the crack of dawn," he murmured as he followed his giggling wife up the stairs to the bedroom.