"No, no Amy, you know me, and...as scared as I am about this, I can't do that to an innocent life. It's not the baby's fault that I'm pregnant, and even more it would be wrong to kill the baby because of it. No, the baby is ours and just like the other five Kent family members she belongs in our family," she whispered.

"Martha, how do you know it's a girl?" Martha smiled and placed her hand against her currently flat belly.

"Call it mother's intuition. I've got three handsome boys and two beautiful girls, Jonathan always wanted another girl and I think this one will be a girl too," she whispered in a grin. Amy sighed.

"I'll be with you every step of the way honey, but remember something, it's not going to be easy. You've had three, but you were younger, you're forty-four now, and while it's obviously not over the hill, once you hit forty, pregnancies tend to be more dangerous."

"Will I carry her to the full term?"

"I don't know Martha, just take care of yourself."

"Thank you Amy," with a deep sigh Martha got dressed and headed out the door. She couldn't imagine handling yet another child, she was sure they had been done, and she loved all five of her children, but this was a surprise.

As expected the house was quiet when she got home, Jonathan was out in the front yard, showing Katie something as she played with the cat and half listened to him. Jonathan grinned as he lifted Katie into his arms and approached his wife as she stepped from the truck.

"Hey there sweetheart," he whispered kissing her. He instantly noticed she wasn't very happy about this. Jonathan set Katie down and knelt near her, "Kate, could you go play in the back yard on the swings, and please be careful," the little girl nodded and wandered off to the back yard. "Martha?" He asked gently, gripping her shoulders. Her face crumpled, as she quickly fell into his arms, crying against his shoulder.

"Honey, we knew this might happen, I thought we didn't want anymore..." She shook her head.

"I'm pregnant Jonathan, we were wrong, with all the hoping and carefulness in the world, we were wrong. I..." he sighed and gripped her close, kissing her cheek.

"I'm here honey, and we'll get through this, we're a family. We'll have this baby and she'll be another one of the family," Martha looked up into his eyes.

"She?"

"We've got three boys, it's time to make it even," she grinned and nodded.

"That's what I said. Oh Jonathan, I'm scared, what if something happens..."

"Shh, don't even think like that, nothing is going to happen, to you or to the baby. We'll be one big happy family, I promise. Life will just be a little more hectic...and loud," he chuckled. He took her face between his hands, and smiled, "you are the most beautiful woman on earth, and you're having my baby...again. I couldn't be happier, as long as you, that baby and our other five children are happy and healthy I'm great. Sure the money will get tight, but we'll manage, just like we have for the past fifteen years. We're a family and that's what families do."

"Sometimes I wish we were newly weds and I could just sit in your lap and feel safe again," she muttered. Jonathan bent over and lifted her into his arms, he gently headed into the barn, found a small stack of hay and sat down on it, pulling her close.

"Martha, you and I are living the finest and longest honeymoon there ever was," he grinned holding her close like he did their children.

"There's no one else I'd rather spend it with than you," their lips met as Jonathan held her close. She touched the sides of his face, he pulled away gently and grinned, then reached down and placed his hand against her stomach.

"One big happy...or at least trying family," Martha chuckled and nodded, leaning her head against her husband enjoying the closeness.

Dinner that night was going to be the ultimate test, Clark was still grounded for his large party, and while he was now doing more things, Jonathan had still refused to lift the grounded status. Kara was on a roller coaster ride she wasn't telling anyone about, one minute she was fine the next minute she was screaming at everyone, mostly Clark or Jonathan, which confused them to know end. Kyle and Chris were just being themselves, and Katie...well Katie was just Katie.

Kara has said the night's prayer and then Jonathan sat down and looked at Martha across the table, "guys your mother and I have something to tell you..." the five children all looked up from their plate of food.

"I'm pregnant," Martha said gently, trying to force a smile over the uneasy feelings she had.

"What!?" "Great another boy probably!" "I don't want another girl!" "Why?" "Girl!!!" the five children cried at various different moments. Martha sighed and looked at Jonathan.

"Quiet!" His deep baritone voice resonating through the kitchen, the look in his eyes could only be called fierce love and protection for his loving wife. He glanced at each of his children, "your mother and I didn't plan on having a sixth child in our forties," he paused and walked over to Martha, rubbing her arms gently, "However, this is a family, a strong and loving family. We will get through this together," Jonathan spoke in a gentle yet firm tone.

"This is unbelievable!" hissed Clark as he shoved his chair away from the table and hurried out the house. A moment later Kara huffed and charged up to her own room. Jonathan moved to follow their son, but Martha stopped him.

"Take our angry one, I'll take the frustrated one," with that Martha headed outside. Jonathan looked at the three remaining children and sighed.

"Hang out here and finish dinner guys," the two boys and girl nodded.

Martha sighed as she found Clark sitting on his couch in his fortress of solitudes, "I'm sorry," came his quiet whisper. She grinned, that was Clark, always sorry for what wasn't his fault.

"Me too, Clark we're in this together, you know that right?"

"Yeah...mom...I think something's wrong with me," she looked at him, sighing she sat down across from his and tried to smile.

"Such as?"

"Nothing never mind, I'm...I hate being different, I'm always afraid of someone finding out... mom shouldn't we tell the others someday?"

"Clark when your dad and I feel Kara is old enough we'll tell her, but right now she's about as mature as you were at twelve. Clark, you can always talk to your father or me, "she smoothed back some hair in his face. He looked up at her face, then looked at her belly.

"I wouldn't mind a little girl myself...but I think your eldest daughter is hitting that stage most guys dread," Martha chuckled and hugged her son close. Kissing his forehead she grinned.

"We're okay?" He nodded.

"We're always okay mom; you and dad make everything okay.

Jonathan knocked on the door, waiting for her to tell him to come in. When he didn't get an answer he sighed and pushed the door open. She sat on the bed, huddled up tightly hugging her legs, tears trailing down her cheeks. Jonathan as confused instantly, "you okay?"

"I'm fine," she bit.

"You're crying huddled in a corner of your room, while your mother's meatloaf is sitting on the table downstairs? That doesn't sound fine to me. What's going on Kara? What's been with you lately?"

"Nothing!" she cried harder.

"Right, Kara..."

"Please dad, go away and leave me alone," sighing Jonathan nodded.

"Can't say no to that, Kara, please talk to me."

"Daddy, please," she whimpered. He threw up his hands and slowly made his way back out the room, closing her door behind him. He stood there for a moment, listening to the soft sound of her crying and shook his head, she wouldn't tell him, and he wasn't going to push unless he felt it was dire to.