Hope Changes Everything
Amelia Bruce, daughter of Bruce Wayne, is a teacher in Metropolis when a simple field trip to the Daily Planet changes everything.
AN: I own nothing, except my original characters. Spoiler warning for Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice and Justice League. I also make no promises to know everything about the Superman universe; I just love Henry Cavill's Superman.
Present Day
"You're almost there, Amelia! Your baby will be in your arms before you know it."
I couldn't help but wonder where my husband was. I knew he wouldn't miss this moment for the world, but, then again, he also couldn't just leave people helpless. He wanted to save everyone from any harm. I knew this when we met and even more when we married. However, just once, I wanted him to realize that we, his family, were more important than saving the world. He couldn't seem to get it through his thick head that while he was saving people to let them come home to their own families, I was missing him like crazy back at home.
My dad had even tried since they worked together but to no avail. At least from what we could tell. Now, here I was alone and about to give birth to our first child. I could only hope that he could be here soon and realize how much he missed. But, now that I have the time, I could reflect on what brought us to this point.
Eighteen months ago
My name's Charlotte Amelia Wayne, but everyone called me Amelia. However, if you lived or worked in Metropolis, you may know me as Amelia Bruce. Why the name change? My father's the famous (or infamous) Bruce Wayne. I wanted to live my own life outside of his shadow. I became a teacher, but in order to keep my coworkers and the parents of my students from knowing my true identity, I had my principal refer to me as "Ms. Bruce". I also had to convince the head of the IT/Technology department to change my name for my email. It was a very complicated matter, but I knew it would be worth it.
I had loved being a Wayne growing up. I knew my lifestyle was different than most living in Gotham, but I had also gone to a boarding school, so I stayed out of the public eye for the most part. Dad tried to stay away, just so people wouldn't treat me differently once they realized who my father was, which had happened a couple of times when I was younger.
Now that I was teaching 2nd grade at Metropolis Academy, I couldn't be happier. I had little to no experience in the public schools, unless you counted my student teaching, but that was different. I had been to private schools all my life. I knew how to connect with those students. I loved the smaller class sizes, too. I had a grand total of 14 students. The students truly made coming into work every day a joy, and not a chore.
Today, though, today was a big day. We had just finished a unit about opinion and informational writing and how people who write for magazines and newspapers write informational pieces and sometimes even write opinion pieces. The kiddos loved reading articles in their Scholastic News Weekly magazines as well as reading their classmates' writings on various subjects such as "Why Superman is the best" and "Less Homework, More Recess". As a result, I decided that we should take a field trip to a local newspaper and learn about what it takes to become a journalist.
I had contacted Perry White, the editor of the Daily Planet, and together, we came up with a plan for the field trip. We would have a tour of the press room, given by Mr. Clark Kent, one of the reporters for the newspaper, along with a tour of where the paper was printed so the students could enjoy that as well. The next day, I told the kids about the trip; I don't know who was more excited, me or the kids.
We walked into the Daily Planet, eager to learn everything about how newspapers worked. The kids even asked me some questions on the way here. I wrote them down, so that we would be sure to ask them of Mr. Kent when we could.
As we walked into the press room, everyone noticed how busy it seems to be. In a way, it reminded me of my classroom some days. Everyone was busy doing something and even those who were sitting down seemed to be typing furiously. Thankfully, we didn't have to wait very long. A very tall man started walking toward us. As he got closer, I could see that not only was he very handsome, but he had glasses and was wearing a plaid shirt. He put out his hand as he introduced himself.
"Ms. Bruce, I am Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet. I understand you and your class are here for a field trip?"
I shook his hand, but I also have never been so grateful that I taught my students how to have good manners until that moment. I could not say a word; I was mesmerized by Mr. Kent.
"Yes, sir!" They all reply.
"We want to learn about how a newspaper is printed," James, one of the boys, announced.
Clark squatted down to look him in the eyes, "Well, you came to the right place. As you can see, it's very busy right now. How about we start our tour in the conference room until this calms down." He started to stand back up,
"It won't take long; we are just busy because someone says they spotted Superman last night."
The kids' eyes light up; Superman was very popular in my classroom, with both the boys and the girls. I was not too proud to admit that I, too, was a slight fan of the Man of Steel, as the papers called him. He saved many people from dangerous situations. I had a slight hero complex, sue me.
Soon, we were all in the conference room. Mr. Kent (I insisted on calling him by his last name, at least in front of the children) told the kids to sit in the chairs so they could pretend they were real journalists. Then, he asked if there were any questions. Of course, almost all of the hands shoot up. Mr. Kent called on one little girl, Abigail,
"My name is Abigail Leigh Pascal. Mr. Kent, have you ever seen Superman?"
He smiled at her question,
"You know, Abigail, I have not. But, I have heard of him. He does a lot of good for the city of Metropolis."
My smile grew as I saw him smile. I'm sure I looked like a doofus, but, when he looked my way, I cannot help the blush that grows across my cheeks.
Mr. Kent answered a few more questions (including the ones my students had asked on the way there) and then announced that it is time for our tour. All the children scream excitedly. He asked for the parent chaperones to lead the way to the newsroom and he would follow. I watched as the children exit the room. As I started to make my way to the door, Mr. Kent stopped me.
"I really like how you have control over your students. You have no idea what it was like a couple of weeks ago when Metropolis Elementary was here. I almost had to peel them off the walls."
I blushed again,
"Why, thank you, Mr. Kent. I cannot take all of the credit, though. They, as a whole, are a great group of kids."
"Please, call me Clark."
"Maybe once the kids are gone, I will. They seemed to enjoy discussing how being a journalist works. They also seemed to love discussing Superman with you."
"Maybe you could give me your number and we can discuss more things once the kids are gone."
I couldn't believe that a guy as handsome as Mr. Kent…sorry, Clark, would want my number! I'd only had one boyfriend before and he wasn't much of anything. But, who was I to question him? So, I gave it to him, smiling stupidly as I did.
I walked up to catch up with the children and parents, but I cannot remember anything else about the tour. All I could think about was Clark and how handsome he is.
All too soon, it was time for us to leave. Clark actually met us at the door. The children said "thank you" to him and he told them,
"You're welcome! Now, go back and write the best stories you can for Ms. Bruce. She seems like a great teacher."
I turned my face away from him and waved good-bye. As soon we get on the bus, I heard a noise coming from my purse. Thinking it may be my father texting me, I take my phone out. Instead, it was an unknown number,
It's Clark. Call me when you get a chance; my work phone number is 536-825-2755. I'll be here until 6. I can't wait to learn more about the mysterious Ms. Bruce."
I couldn't imagine how he could have texted this that quickly! He has to be inhuman or something to have done that. But, I quickly texted back,
Clark, I'm impressed with your texting skills. Your writing is an inspiration to my students. By the way, if you insist I call you Clark, I must insist you call me Amelia. I'm only Ms. Bruce at school.
I then focused my attention on the students. As much as I want to continue texting Clark, I knew that both of us had work to do. I began talking with Benjamin, one of my more shy students.
"Benji, did you have fun today?"
He could only nod.
"Can you tell me about your favorite part?"
His face began to light up.
"I loved learning about all that journalists do. Can we write our own paper, Ms. Bruce?" To say I was shocked was an understatement. Benjamin rarely talked to anyone (it took him a few weeks to say "Good morning" to me), so to hear this was amazing.
"We sure can try, Benji. Can I talk with the other kids about this, to see what they think?" He nodded enthusiastically.
It didn't take long before we were back at Metropolis Academy. We arrived about 30 minutes before dismissal. I did ask the parent chaperones to please not sign their children out when we got back to the school, as I had something important to ask them.
Once back in the room, I noticed that everyone was still excited about what we had done on the field trip. Thankfully, it wasn't hard to calm them down for just a few moments while I asked them about the class newspaper idea that Benji had suggested.
Everyone loved the idea, but, then Franklin, an outspoken member of the class, suggested we make a school-wide newspaper instead.
"Franklin, that is a lovely idea, but let's start with the classroom first, and then, we'll see about the school."
We even chose the name of our little paper, The Little Planet, as a nod to our field trip today. As soon as the kids left for the day, I called Clark. He asked me to dinner that night, which I couldn't refuse. I just had to figure out what to wear.
Three Months Later (15 months ago)
Clark and I had been going out for three months now. We were together as much as we could. Unfortunately, it wasn't as much as we both liked, due to our careers. It seemed as if whenever we were together, though, Clark wasn't fully there with me. More than once, he had to leave the date early, claiming that his boss, Perry, wanted him on a story immediately.
However, when I would read the paper the next day, I would never see Clark's name on any byline. I didn't want to believe it, but I was starting to think he was cheating on me. From what I'd heard, he and Lois Lane, another reporter for the Daily Planet, had been an item for a few months before he and I became one. I hadn't told my dad about my suspicions. All he knew was that I was dating someone and that I hoped it would become serious someday. As overprotective as he could be, he didn't push to meet Clark just yet.
Tonight was the night I would be confronting him. I had invited him to my apartment for dinner and a movie. I'd cooked his favorite dishes and was now waiting for him to come over. Before I can reminisce even further, I hear the buzz, alarming me that I had a visitor downstairs.
"Who is it?" I say as I press the talk button.
"Your hero, Clark Kent." I smile; he has been calling himself my hero after our first date and he had to "save" me from a waiter who got a little too friendly.
"Come on up, I have dinner ready." Though, to be honest, I'm not sure if I had made enough; Clark could eat enough for three men and still be hungry sometimes.
All too soon, I hear Clark's signature knock. I walk really fast to the door, eager to see him again. It's been at least three days since I've seen his face (though we do text and talk). I open the door, and, before I can say one word, Clark captures my lips in a kiss that almost knocked me off my feet. Ok, that's a lie. It did knock me off my feet. Clark lifts my legs to wrap around his waist as he enters my apartment and closes the door without missing a beat.
My hands wrap around his neck and weave their way into his curly black hair. His tongue enters my mouth without hesitation and I moan into his mouth. Then, his mouth moves to my neck, kissing and lightly biting. As amazing as it feels, I have to pull him away from me. Not only do I not want to explain a hickey to my students, but I also wanted to talk tonight, not make love.
"Clark…"
He groans into my neck.
I pull on his hair and call his name again,
"Clark!"
He reluctantly pulls away this time.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's been a rough week. I just had to lose myself in you."
I nodded,
"I understand. We are testing this week, so it's hard on me, too. But, I have to talk with you, Clark. Do you want to eat before, during, or after?" I decided to give him the choice. I also began untangling my legs from his waist, albeit reluctantly.
He seemed to think for a moment before deciding, "If you can make it possible, let's discuss this now. I'm sure I already know what you want to ask me."
I thought for a moment, how would he already know what I wanted to talk about? Unless, it is to confirm my suspicions. But, why would he try to ravish me if he had been cheating? I'm so confused, but I have to know. For my own peace of mind.
Clark lets me down gently and I lead him to the couch. We take seats opposite from each other. I don't know if I want to be near him when I hear what he has to say. If he confirms my suspicions, I will be able to get away fast.
"I'm sure you're curious about why I keep interrupting our dates, right?" He asks me.
I can only nod. I can feel the tears start to well up in my eyes.
"I know I say that Perry keeps calling me away for a story. But, that isn't true." I continue to nod, afraid my voice will cause the dam to break and the tears to fall.
"This is the hardest thing I have ever had to admit. I don't want to admit it, but, for you to trust me again, it has to happen. But, if I do, you have to swear not to tell anyone else. The consequences could be dire."
My tears suddenly dried up. What in the world did he mean by "the consequences could be dire"? Apparently, we were not on the same page when it came to our discussion. So, I quickly got rid of the idea of him cheating on me and now was focused on what he could possibly mean by that statement.
"I swear, Clark, I won't tell." Never mind the fact that I was keeping a secret of my own from him. My father, Bruce Wayne, was also Batman. I couldn't let anyone know, which was fine by me, since I lived in Metropolis, far away from Gotham.
He took a deep breath, and then said in a voice so quiet I almost didn't hear him.
"I'm Superman."
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, because I knew I didn't hear him correctly.
"Repeat that, Clark, a little louder. You know I don't have neighbors in the penthouse." My father did insist on buying me the best apartment he could if I was going to live in Metropolis. It was one of his stipulations to allowing me to live here in the first place.
He cleared his throat,
"I said that I'm Superman. All those times I ran out on our dates, I was actually saving people. I know it doesn't make what I did any less hurtful, but Superman is a part of me. I can't stop who I am."
I noticed his head was now down, almost in defeat. So, I moved closer to him and put a hand on his cheek (as I am only five feet one inch tall, this is almost impossible when we are standing up). I tried lifting his head; it felt like a ton of bricks. I guess I never realized how hard his body was until this moment.
"Clark," I cooed.
He leaned into my hand and lifted his head.
"I am so happy you trust me enough with your secret. To be honest, I was so worried about how this conversation would go. I actually thought you were going to say you were cheating on me."
"Amelia, I'd never cheat on you; my Ma raised me better than that. Besides, she'd have my tail if I did that, too, especially after all I've said to her about you."
"You've told your mother about me?" I asked, astonished. I knew I needed to tell my own father about us, but I was scared how he would react. In many ways, I am still his little girl and too young to be dating.
"Of course. She can't wait to meet you some day." He grabbed my hand and gave it a kiss.
I smiled as he then wiped away my tears. This moment was perfection.
6 months into their relationship (12 months ago)
Clark and I had been going out for six months when he asked me to marry him. I had introduced him to my father, Bruce Wayne, during a gala for LexCorp a few weeks before that. I had gone with Daddy to help support him. He had finally met Clark only a few weeks prior, and, while he wasn't too impressed with me dating a journalist, he couldn't help but see the love I had for him and vice versa.
I didn't talk with Clark about work, and he rarely talked with me about my work. I actually preferred it that way; I left work at work and my home life was entirely separate from work. So, imagine my surprise when I saw Clark at the gala. He and Daddy seemed to be in a tense conversation, so I interrupted, to try and diffuse the situation.
"Clark, honey, what are you doing here?"
His eyes met mine, but his jaw barely seemed to loosen.
"Amelia, I was just talking with your father about the bat vigilante. I wondered about his opinion. Do you have an opinion, Amelia?"
I shook my head; it wasn't my place to expose Daddy's secret. I also knew Daddy didn't approve of Superman's antics (as he called them). I couldn't expose Clark's secret, either. So, I just excused myself to talk with Clark.
"Clark, I know we don't talk about work, but please tell me you didn't come here just to talk with my father."
He shook his head, "I'm actually here to report on the gala. But, I cannot stop thinking about the bat vigilante. He seems to be so prominent in Gotham that the people cannot stop talking about him. I just want to learn more. I've heard from some sources that he does more harm than good. I thought that, since your father lives in Gotham, he would have something to say about him."
I couldn't say any more without revealing Daddy's secret identity. So, I pulled Clark down for a quick kiss, then left him to say goodbye to Daddy and went back to my apartment.
The next two weeks were insane, to say the least. Clark put himself in exile in order to stay safe after a Congressional hearing where a bomb smuggled by Lex Luthor went off and killed everyone except for him. He thought he should have detected the bomb and was frustrated by his failure to save them. It made it extremely hard to communicate with him. Finally, I got a text that I should meet him at a park that was close to where I lived. I couldn't wait to see him any longer, so I rushed to get out to the park.
Unfortunately, it was a trap. I was kidnapped, along with Clark's mother. I wished we could have met under better circumstances, but it actually brought us close together. Then, before we could I was in and out of consciousness after a while. When I woke for good, I saw Daddy trying to kill Clark. Then, I heard Clark's voice, barely above a whisper,
"Save Martha."
Daddy seemed confused,
"Why are you saying her name? How do you know her name?"
I finally spoke up,
"It's his mother's name. That's Mrs. Kent. We were brought here together, but then got separated."
Daddy's eyes shot to me. They were full of questions, but he realized he didn't have time to ask. He cut me from my bindings and then, together, we went off to rescue Martha while Clark went to confront Lex Luthor.
Martha and I continued to talk until I heard a blood curdling scream. I ran towards it. Once I did, I couldn't believe my eyes. Clark was on the ground, with Daddy and a woman I'd never seen before at his side. His breathing was heavy and fast. I ran to his side, tears flooding my eyes.
"Amelia…" he croaked.
I tried shushing him, but he continued to talk.
"I wanted to do this in a different way, but will you marry me?"
I could only nod, the tears coming down harder.
"Yes, of course, Clark."
"Ring is on my dresser. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Then, he was gone. I couldn't believe it. The love of my life was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was now crying so hard, I couldn't focus on anything else. The next thing I knew, I was being carried to a car. I eventually cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, I realized I was back in my childhood bedroom. The next week was a blur. I took an extended leave from work; I was too depressed. Although, I did get the ring from Clark's apartment. It was gorgeous; a huge sapphire with diamonds around the band. When Martha (as Mrs. Kent insisted I call her) saw it, she, too, fell to her knees.
"That was my mother's ring. Clark was the apple of her eye. I never knew what she left him. I guess this was one of them. I'm so sorry he isn't here to really ask you properly."
That set off a fresh wave of tears. I'll be honest, I don't know how I survived that week. Clark's funeral was the worst. I could barely keep it together.
After a week, I went back to work, if only to keep myself from thinking about Clark all the time. It worked, to a degree. When I got home, I was my most vulnerable. I spent many a night crying.
One year into their relationship (6 months ago)
I'll just skip the boring details of my nights until Daddy had the idea to bring Clark back. I didn't ask questions until I was sure he was back. In fact, when I got a call that I needed to report to Hero's Park to help with Clark, I thought it was a joke. But, when I got there, I saw that Clark was, indeed, alive. But, according to Daddy, he didn't know who he was.
I took tentative steps towards him, and, when I reached him, placed my left hand on his chest, hoping and praying that the sight of his grandmother's ring on my finger would trigger some kind of reaction and that he would remember me.
All it took was one look into his gorgeous blue eyes, and I could see an instant change from the man who stood before me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and in an instant, we were in the fields of his Kansas home. He kissed me and everything seemed to disappear. It was perfect.
Unfortunately, perfection doesn't last. All too soon, he and Daddy, along with Diana/Wonder Woman, Barry/Flash, Arthur/Aquaman, and Victor/Cyborg, left me again to go fight Steppenwolf. I made them both promise me to come back to me alive. After all, I had a wedding to plan. I wanted both men in my life at the wedding.
Thankfully, they both kept their promise, and Clark and I were married in a simple ceremony in Kansas about a week later. Martha and I had found my wedding dress while they were off fighting.
About a month after our wedding, I started feeling sick almost every day. Clark and I had talked about it, and had decided that I would no longer teach after this school year had ended. As much as I loved teaching, I would worry so much about Clark when he was off being Superman that I wouldn't get anything done. Thankfully, I only had a few more weeks before summer break was here. During the first few days of being sick, I thought it was a simple stomach virus that was making its way around the school. Then, when I wasn't getting better, but, in fact, worse, I decided to go to the doctor. I had to go alone, because it seemed as though the world's crime rate had soared since Superman's return, so Clark was busier than ever. When he was home, he was tired.
Even though I was still teaching, I missed Clark like crazy. Sometimes, I wish he wasn't Superman, so I could have my husband home more than he was. The doctor gave me the news that I was about three months pregnant. I couldn't have been more shocked. I immediately told Clark. I thought the news would make him slow down his crime fighting. It did, for a while.
Present day
Clark was still as busy as ever. I mean, he was there to help set up the nursery and got me my cravings when I had them. Though, to be honest, he was extremely nervous, because the baby would be half-Kryptonian. He didn't want the baby to hurt me in any way, so he had Martha move in with us when I reached the six month mark. Even though she had no idea what a half-Kryptonian baby would be capable of, either, he wanted her there in case I went into labor and he wasn't there. I also mentioned that Daddy would be able to come and get me if I needed him, but Clark said,
"What if we are having a League meeting? What if we're on a mission?"
I sighed. It wasn't that I didn't love Martha; I did. I just wanted my husband here with me, instead. I had found out at our five month checkup that we were having a girl. I didn't tell anyone; I wanted it to be a surprise. The rest of my pregnancy went smoothly. Sure enough, Clark was gone when I went into labor. I had Martha call Alfred, who came to get us and then drove us to the hospital. I called both Clark and Daddy, but got their voicemails. I could only hope that they heard it and got to the hospital in time.
My labor actually progressed rather quickly. My water broke about an hour after I got to the hospital. There was barely enough time to get an epidural. As soon as I got the epidural, Daddy arrived. When he walked in, I was shocked that Clark wasn't with him.
"Where's Clark?" I all but screamed.
"I thought he was with you," Daddy admitted.
Martha shook her head.
"I'll try to get him. Maybe he's at the Tower." He replied.
He stepped outside to call Clark. Not five minutes later, he came back with a defeated look on his face.
"Well, he isn't there and he won't answer my call." He sounded as defeated as he looked.
The doctor came in as soon as he said this, and checked me (Martha and Daddy walked out to give me some privacy.).
"You're almost there, Amelia! Your baby will be in your arms before you know it." She sounded excited. "I'd say only about an hour to go and you'll be ready to start pushing."
I wished I could have been excited, but it was hard without Clark. When the doctor checked me again an hour later, she announced,
"It's time to meet the newest member of the Kent family!"
Everything after that was almost a complete blur. Martha stayed with me while Daddy waited outside. I knew he didn't want to see his little girl giving birth. I don't remember much, besides hearing both the doctor and Martha say, "PUSH!" Then, suddenly, I heard the only cry in the world that would make me tear up, too.
"It's a girl!" The doctor announced.
I began crying as they placed her on my chest. I could see through the tears that she had Clark's black hair, but I couldn't see her eyes. She was so soft and so tiny. The tears flowed even more as they delivered the afterbirth, but I could only focus on her. Then, they took her to run the standard tests they run on newborns. It turned out she weighed nine pounds 8 ounces. I ran my hand across my eyes to dry the tears. Martha came over, hugged me, and said,
"She's beautiful, Amelia. What's her name?"
I took a deep breath. "Actually, Martha, if you don't mind, I want Clark to be here when I tell you her name."
She nodded her head, "Of course, honey. I hope he isn't going to be too much longer. I know your daddy really wants to meet his grandchild. I'll go talk to him." She left as they handed my baby girl back to me and everyone else left, too.
As she left, I noticed a figure in the doorway. It looked like Clark, but I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me again. I saw Martha slap the figure on the arm and heard her voice whisper harshly to the figure. Then, the figure came closer to me, and I saw that it was Clark after all.
"Hey," he said, sheepishly.
"I just gave birth to your nine pound daughter, naturally, I might add, and without your help, and all you can say is, 'Hey'? Pardon my language, little one, but where the fuck were you, Clark? I needed you here with me, not off saving the world. What was it this time, a fire in Turkmenistan? Or, wait, was it a boat that was sinking, despite the Coast Guard being only a mile away? I mean, seriously, Clark, I needed you way more than those people. I'm your wife for crying out loud. Your wife who just gave birth to YOUR child, all alone. If you can't be here for us, then why are you even here? Heaven knows you will just fly away again the moment someone you don't know needs you. Why should you be here for the people you supposedly love?" My eyes began tearing up again. Damn hormones.
Clark opened his mouth, closed it again, and then took a deep breath before speaking.
"Amelia, I cannot make excuses as to why I wasn't here for this little one's birth. I thought saving the world would make it a better place for her, so she wouldn't know how messed up it is. I thought I was doing the right thing. However, I now realize that I have done more harm than good. I forgot my human nature. I was so focused on being Superman that I forgot how to be a good reporter, a good father-to-be, and, most importantly, a good husband. I know now how much I messed up. Your father and my Ma have both read me the riot act. I promise that I will be here more often. After all, who's going to teach this little one to control her powers, if she has any?"
I smiled,
"Would you like to hold her? Remember how we practiced with the dolls?" He nodded and came over to us.
He gently scooped her up and she began to whimper. As soon as she did, he spoke,
"Hello, Hope, it's your Daddy. I know I haven't been there much, but I promise you have changed everything. You are the reason I am going to become a better man, husband, and father."
She snuggled in closer to him and stopped whimpering. It was the sweetest sight. I made sure to keep that image locked in my brain for a future date. I was impressed that he remembered the name we had chosen for her. I had mentioned it several times, but I didn't think Clark was paying attention. I could only hope that Clark would keep his promise to be a better man, husband, and father.
Two Months Later
Clark was now home most nights by 7 from his job at the Daily Planet. He would try to stay within the League for missions, so that he'd only have to do missions every once in a while, not every time. Both Hope and I loved having him home, especially Hope. She was a Daddy's girl through and through. She even looked like him. I mean, I barely saw any of me in her at all! At least when it came to looks; her personality was all me. She could be chill one minute and screaming her head off the next. Hope was an easy going baby, most of the time. She loved to sleep and loved to eat, so watch out if you were the one to stop her from getting either one.
Martha stayed with us for a week after Hope was born, just to help us get her on a schedule. She is the best grandmother. Hope loves her Mar-Mar, what she insisted on being called. Daddy didn't ever stay with us, but he did come over a lot, along with the rest of the League. They all fell in love with Hope immediately. Clark kept insisting that she had powers, but I couldn't see it yet, after all, she was only two months old.
But, indeed, Hope changed everything for us. She is the reason I am so happy to be Amelia Wayne Kent, wife of Clark Joseph Kent and mother to Josephina Hope Kent. I never thought I'd be a wife and mother. One simple field trip changed everything and I am so thankful that it did.