Clark lay in his bed, wide awake. His alarm was going to sound in about ten minutes. He had never been so grateful that he didn't need sleep. All day he worked, and all night he fought crime. It was hard to find some time for himself these days. How did people manage to get themselves into such ridiculously terrible situations? How did people live before he came to earth? They were so clumsy. He sat up, prepared to make an early breakfast for his guests.
Lois stretched and yawned when her alarm went off. She wore her favorite pair of soft blue pajamas with buttons down the front and long, slightly baggy pants. Scratching her tangled hair, she walked into the kitchen. And walked right back out, a little mortified. Since when did Clark know how to cook? She blushed a little. She couldn't walk into the kitchen looking like her hideous morning self! It was embarrassing. She leaned a little around the corner.
"Hey, Clark? Can I use your shower?" she called softly, not wanting to wake up Jason. Clark picked up the 'be quiet' cue.
"Sure, you can use the one in the hall or the one in my room," he said quietly. She nodded and walked off, not that he could see it.
Clark sighed to himself. She looked so cute in the morning! He knew, though, that she wouldn't be ready for another relationship for a long time. He, though, was ready to wait for her. He would wait forever.
Finishing up the cooking, he checked on Jason, who appeared to be asleep. His heart felt that little twinge of pain again. Oh, how he wanted to love that boy! It wasn't fair that he had to miss out on raising his son. Sighing, he walked over to the shower in the hall. Apparently, Lois didn't want Jason walking in on her in the shower, so she showered in her room. Clark wasn't worried. He locked the door. Jason had food and toys outside; he could wait.
Yawning, Jason sat up and stretched. He abandoned Foots on the bed and stumbled down the hall. Normally, he wouldn't get up this early, but the smell of eggs and bacon had tempted him out of his slumber. He walked tiredly into the kitchen. Noticing the food on the table and plates stacked nearby, he did what he usually did in the morning; grabbed a plate and started filling it. He noticed with some confusion, though, that there was nothing to drink set out for him. Being only six years old, he was used to his mother setting out milk or juice.
Jason's brow furrowed. This was confusing. He had never poured his own drink, but he did watch his mother do it every Saturday morning. Hm, this was a tough one. If he poured his own drink, his mother would either be proud or angry. Well, it couldn't hurt, so he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk.
Looking around, he noticed several high cabinets. That was usually where his mother kept the cups, so he decided to look in there. Now came the dilemma of how to get the cups. Putting the milk on the table, he grabbed a chair. He dragged it over to the countertop and pushed it into place.
Clark ran his fingers through his hair, rinsing out all traces of shampoo. He knew that life as he knew it would get more complicated. One problem was his glasses. He would need them on at all times, or at least nearby. Another problem was to never wear blue, because Lois might associate that with Superman and begin to remember who he was. His eyes snapped open when he heard a strange sound; kind of like a dragging sound. Using his X-ray vision, he started to look around…and closed his eyes almost instantly.
Lois…he had forgotten how absolutely beautiful and perfect she was. When he had been using his X-ray vision, he had accidentally seen Lois, also showering. Feeling guilty and dirty, though he knew it was an accident, he switched his vision elsewhere and kept searching. When he came to the problem, his heart almost stopped.
There was Jason, standing on the countertop and reaching for a glass cup on the highest shelf. Not only that, both Jason and the cup were wobbling dangerously. His son…his first and probably last son…was about to fall! He yanked open the shower curtain and started to rush out of the bathroom. Suddenly, he remembered that other people were in the house and pulled on a towel. The little delay cost him dearly. He heard a distinct crash in the kitchen.
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