"I'm starving," Kara muttered as she watched the other kids in her lunch period eat.

"Kara, you're whining," Jenna remarked.

"Jenna, unlike you I generally try to eat at least three times a day, see when you're around three boys you have to sorta fend for yourself. I don't like lying to my parents about not being hungry."

"Fine, go eat, but when you go to that part looking fat, don't blame us," Kara glared at her.

"I..." she shook her head and got up, turning away she hurried away from them, not wanting Jenna to see the tears in her eyes.

"Hey, you okay?" Kara looked into the eyes of a pretty young girl with blond hair and gray eyes.

"Um...no not really," Kara whispered.

"I'm Hope," the girl said placing her hand out.

"I'm Kara."

"I'm telling you mom, she's so cool," explained Kara as she looked at her mother. Martha turned and smiled at her daughter.

"That's wonderful sweetheart, could you get the plates and set the table," Kara sighed and nodded.

"Mom, am I fat?" Martha stopped and looked at her daughter.

"Why would you ever think such a thing?" Martha asked.

"No...no reason, I just wondered."

"Kara, you're a beautiful young lady, who will turn into a beautiful woman someday, until then will you please set the table?" Kara grinned as her mother pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too sweetheart; dishes table now?" Kara grinned.

"You got it."

"Hey Biscuit," Jonathan said as he ruffled his daughter's hair. Kara grinned and hugged her father, he looked over at Martha and grinned with affection, loving the attention.

"So how are two of my three favorite girls?" He asked as he kissed his beautiful wife.

"We are fine, how's my favorite husband?" He chucked at this and kissed her again.

"I best be your only husband Mrs. Kent..."

"Ewww!" came the twins voices from the doorway. Jonathan turned around and smiled, then on a whim he suddenly dipped his wife and kissed her. She blushed when he pulled her back up into his arms.

"Get a room," called Kyle. Jonathan laughed and left his wife's side suddenly running after his little boys.

"I'll give you a room," he called.

"Careful!" Martha called as she brought the salad over to the table.

"Mom, you and dad really love each other don't you?" Martha smiled and looked at her daughter.

"I've spent the past twenty years with that man, if it weren't for our love you, Clark and your siblings wouldn't be here. Yes I love your dad more than life itself, but remember something my sweet angel, you and Clark began this family, you made it more than we ever imagined it could be. Your father and I adore one another but you...you and your brothers and sister are our weakness, our fault, because without you we would be nothing but a hallow love."

"That's hot mom," Martha laughed and hugged her daughter.

"I thought so too," Kara grinned and leaned into her mother's embrace, then looked down at the only slightly protruding belly.

"Can I name her?"

"I imagine you probably could, what would you like for a name?"

"Chelsea, it's pretty, and for the middle name we could do Dad's mom's name, Jessica."

"Oh, and I thought you had no taste, it's a beautiful name Kara. I'll ask your father, but if it's a little girl you can count on that being her name."

"Sheriff I got me two Duke boys trying to smuggle shine past me, whatcha want me to do with 'em?" Jonathan said doing an excellent impression of Enos Strate from the old show Dukes of Hazzard. Martha giggled and smiled.

"Well Deputy, I imagine we're gonna have lock them Duke Boys up...without dinner," the twins were giggling. Kara chuckled as she watched Martha move over and begin to tickle Kyle and Chris.

"Dad, you really do look like an older version of Bo Duke," Jonathan grinned at Kara's comment and moved over to her.

"Why thank you Daisy, I do declare he was the handsomest Duke boy," Jonathan let out a loud Yehaw causing everyone to cover their ears. Martha chuckled and shook her head.

"Personally I liked Luke, he was cuter," Jonathan suddenly looked hurt.

"Oh stop you're sulking, Duke boys, you get your buns up them stairs and wash those hands, Miss Daisy go get your brother, and you Bo Duke, need to go wake up your youngest from her nap," Martha grinned as they all hurried off to do their jobs, Jonathan; however, suddenly popped his head back in.

"Yes sir Uncle Jesse," A towel came flying at his head as he grinned and hurried out of the room.