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Chapter 7: Baby Mama Drama

Lois skirted up to the faux gold-platted elevator doors, head turned one way then the other before pushing the button repeatedly to signal for the cab. A deep sigh of relief exhaled from glossy lips as she seemed to had made a clean get away from one six foot, three inch, slicked-back, black hair and blue-eyed Adonis that could still make the butterflies in her stomach dance the tango with one mere glance...

After feigned pleasantries between the two, who tried their best to pretend they didn't know each other. Well, she more doing so than he as Clark kept sneaking glances her way, she couldn't read why. Had she changed that much since having a child that he couldn't quite believe his eyes? Yeah, she gained some weight during the pregnancy but thanks to gym memberships and the good ole' side walk, she went double time at trying to get rid of most of the baby fat. Wider, shapely hips were hell bent to stay in place despite toning most of everything else up pretty well. And don't even get her started on those freaken stretch marks!

But despite all of that, she thought, she got back in pretty good shape. Of all times to feel self conscious!

Lois kept pulling at her slate grey skirt and matching dress jacket, uncomfortably clearing her throat with each glance he stole her way as Perry pretending to be oblivious to their discomfort, kept droning on what their job detail entailed, as well as giving Clark the new hire speech and welcome aboard lingo.

The post-shock reporter took off like a bat out of hell once Perry wrapped up the whole boss etiquette talk and announced when they could look forward to working with each other. She didn't look back, didn't shake the hand Clark outstretched toward her, wouldn't even give Perry's shouts of her name a time of day. Now here she stood cowering, cursing the elevator carts for moving so damn slowly.

"You wouldn't be avoiding me now, would you?" The smooth voice of one, once bumbling, Clark Kent appeared next to her; sky blue dress shirt on view for all to see as he hung his black suit jacket over one shoulder.

The once, overly confident, now bumbling, brunette reporter Pfft and nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders at his question. "Just busy, Smal-Clark. The news wait for no one and I recently came into a tasty scoop. Never keep your sources waiting...Maybe you should be writing down these pointers somewhere."

"You mean, like on a piece of paper to frame somewhere?" He asked indigently toward her ramblings, with raised brow and slight smirk to his lips. If she wanted to play at being unaffected by him, then he could too. It was only a year since they last saw each other. Not like there was anything between them then...besides just sex. Great as it was. Now, maybe not even friendship anymore.

She cocked a brow toward him and slit her eyes for good measure. Was he messing with her?

When did the farm boy grow a back bone? Looked like all that scenery change done him some good. He seemed so much more confident and stronger than a year ago when she left him high and dry. Lois squared her shoulders and smooth her hands down her skirt covered thighs, she wasn't going to let him see how much his little jab rattled.

"Looks like someone took a funny bullet or two somewhere in the Congo." She huffed out in annoyance.

Clark pushed up his frames on the bridge of his nose and shrugged calmly. "Actually, I never visited the Congo when I was in Africa for a few weeks."

Lois rolled her eyes dramatically heavenward, arms crossed tightly over her chest and foot tapping an impatient tune.

Clark sighed heavily, seeing her bristled toward him wasn't how he wanted his meeting her again, after all this time, to go. He really did miss her, her friendship, her spirit and more if he was honest. He was a man after all and his appetite, even after a year of being apart, did nothing but increase for the feisty reporter.

Taking a deep breath and risking a chance, he reached out his hand, grasping her wrist and taking her off guard as he easily pulled her to his side to face him.

Lois' breath hitched in her throat and her heart was doing a mad trot as his strong, large hand reached up to push back some stray locks from her eyes. Electricity and magic sparkled against her skin. More like gasoline and fire. Boy, she wanted to go down in flames with the words from that deliciously evil mouth.

"I really missed you, Lo."

His lips tugged into a small smile hearing her gulp and stared transfixed into his blues. Heart galloping with hope at the words she whispered back. "I missed you too."

The elevator dinged breaking the spell between them as Lois cleared her throat and quickly escaped inside after expressing words she hadn't meant to let slip out. He was Clark Kent, though, and he had ways of getting under her skin and finding the chinks in her armor to get past fortified walls. She pretend to ignore him as he walked inside the lone elevator, save for just her and him.

The elevators doors slid to a close and she couldn't bare to stand there in awkward silence as the cab made a slow decent to the basement. "What are you doing here, Clark? Adding stalker to your resume?"

And with the ease of a skilled acrobat she bounced back to her snarky, usual self as she kept her eyes directed straight ahead, watching the buttons light up of each floor as they lowered down in a crawl. Anywhere to keep her eyes from drooling all over a body she seen on many occasions in much, much less. A body that time couldn't erase memories of how delicious each facet of hard plane felt beneath her palms. One hard facet in particular leaving its mark, remembering how he felt insi-that fact alone was making it impossible to even think they could possibly work together as partners!

Lois swallowed hard at the assault of images from their many affairs. Her body temperature rising higher than an iron-melting furnace in July, had her shifting from foot to foot. She felt a deep timber laugh somewhere in the cosmos of the Journalism world. She was going to kill, Perry!

Clark adjusted the thick black frames outlining his baby blues. His brows knitted together at her peculiar behavior. "Nothing against you, Lois, but I thought I would be working with Chloe. I didn't even know you worked at the Daily Planet."

"Well, being away for almost a year, kinda does that to you." Lois retorted back without much thought for her words and froze with realization at her carelessness. A quick glance toward the man a few feet away and she saw just what she expected. He was tense, stock-still and a tick in his jaw, held so tight he had to be clenching his teeth.

"Speaking of someone being away-" Clark proceeded to question where she herself had been.

Lois in true fashion not to dredge up the past, cut him off and went into more safer territory. "Anyway, Chloe works as Watc-for Oliver, now. So, fortunately for you, you're stuck with me."

"Unfortunately, is more like it. I think I'd preferred to work with Chlo." He harshly mumbled under his breath, a double meaning to him, but still loud enough for one snarky person to hear.

Banter was, good, it was real good at the moment, because all he could imagine in his mind was dragging Lois against his body and kissing her til they both passed out from lack of oxygen. He had a very good imagination but being familiar with Lois' body, many, many times already didn't need much in the way of imagining.

The thoughts plaguing his mind had a part of his clothing shrinking and had him trying to subtly adjust.

She was so damn beautiful, especially when she was upset. Lois was just an extremely passionate woman and time had been very kind to her over the hiatus.

Or maybe it was because he had indeed missed her very much. She had changed but she looked more incredible than before; the way her hair was much darker, like molten chocolate, brought out the vibrate green of her hazel eyes. The shape of her body, swell of her breast, high and pert on her chest, flat stomach and hips that seemed wider than he remembered, but so damn sexy.

It made his situation all the more hard pressed in his loins and he reverted to more familiar and safe grounds between them-arguing.

She rounded on him with the wrath of all scorned women and fire blazing cold in the depth of her eyes. "Why you Pontius Jerk! I am a damn good reporter for your 411 and forgive me I'm not blonde or raven-haired for that matter."

The cart came to a stop, the elevator doors dinged open and one flustered and red all over reporter stormed around to quickly leave but in even quicker secessions Clark's hand pulled the fuming reporter back inside. His other hand pushing the button to close the elevator doors while the one leashed to Lois pushed her against the wall of the elevator as his body followed erasing the distance between them. Steel planes and soft curves crushed together, taking Lois off guard when his mouth hungrily covered her own until she was a senseless puddle of goo from his sensual devouring lips.

Lois tried to fight, at first, at least that's what she was going to tell herself later. Her hand pulled at his hair to try to remove him off of her, but his lips felt as good as she remembered if not more so. It had been way too long since she had any physical contact of any kind and even more so from him. And all too soon she found her squeaks of protest turn to moans of bliss, eyelids having a hard time staying open as they drooped to a close and brain foggy as thought process cease to exist. Her body burning as if doused in kerosene and instead of pulling his hair to get him off, she was pushing her fingers through his thick locks to bring him closer.

She felt as if she was soaring and falling all the same, with Clark always there to catch her. Moans erupted from their mouths as they pressed closer into each other, pressing out the last of the air separating them, lips in tangled knots. Lois hitching her leg on his hip and his hand grabbing it firmly to keep it in place. Their sexes rubbing close but not truly where they wanted it to be, inside, thrusting like mad. So, their tongues did the matting as they tasted and teased and dueled for dominancy against each other.

When she seemed to be soundly kissed and his own breaths were mere pants from lack of air as well as hers, Clark pulled back, breaking the kiss. His forehead resting against hers to see her eyes heavily hooded with desire and chest heaving with each intake to her starving lungs.

"Dinner tonight." Clark's voice was rough with need, his lips swollen and smeared with her glossy lipstick while his fingers played with the outline of her cheek and jaw.

Through her euphoria induced, dopy haze, after reality rushed forward and she remembered who she was, who he was and what she was still keeping from him. A three month old son-Lois' eyes went big as dinner plates, pushing her leg back down to the floor from his hip and hard grasp, hands forcing him away some to give herself back personal space.

"I can't!" Lois pained, raspy reply as she pressed the button for the elevators doors to reopen and made her rushed leave.

Clark slumped his body against the elevator wall, fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose under the rim of his black glasses as he sighed in deep frustration.

Even Kryptonite didn't pain him this badly.

Martha's hands shook, rattling saucer against cup as she smiled softly taking the tea Chloe offered. Hoping the chamomile would calm frayed nerves after finding out she was a grandmother and to a half human, half alien baby. Not that that information bothered her the tiniest bit, her son was a full alien from a dead planet for goodness sakes!

The older woman took a sip of the steaming brew before setting it gently to the coffee table before them, not trusting her shaky hands. "So, Lois knows about Clark's abilities then?"

Chloe stopped blowing at the tendrils of steam wafting from her drink and took a deep gulp of the tea for encouragement. "Not exactly..."

Martha's brow rose in shock and the young blonde rushed to explained. "She thinks Clark has allergies toward the green meteorites after she was affected by them when she was pregnant..."

"Chloe, she could have been killed! Not to mention the baby-"

She nodded with agreement toward the red-headed mother figure. "It's how I found out the baby was Clark's. I came to her aide when she fell through dry-rotted floorboards on assignment for the Inquisitor. The crawl through beneath the floors of the factory was littered with green meteorite...but before that little discovery I thought her and Oliver finally got around to doing the deed and after coming home to Lois balling her eyes out over rocky road ice cream and a pregnancy test stick blaring positive on the coffee table in front of her. Oliver was the first person I immediately stormed over to and chewed out. But..."

"Oliver broke it off with her weeks before and nothing even physical happened between them." The older red head supplied with insight.

Chloe nodded again. "I didn't feel it was my place to tell her Clark's secret just as I kept my promise to Lois that I wouldn't tell Clark about hers. Now, though, I'm not sure of anything. Things are so grey with these two I'm not sure what's wrong or right anymore."

Martha's heart went out to the younger woman, seeing the extreme guilt she felt and the heavy burden she had to carry all this time. She placed her aged hand on top of her smooth one in comfort as the blonde brought up wet eyes to the older woman. "I couldn't be around Clark lately without coming so close to telling him the truth about his son. It just became easier with him being away, doing things around the world and relying on email or text exchange to communicate."

Martha gave a slight nod of her own, Chloe seeing the flashes of different emotions playing on her aged face, mainly dismay.

"Don't be mad with Lois, Mrs Kent, she did try to tell Clark about the baby after he was born. But he was already gone off 'studying' abroad."

The older woman's face lit with remembrance "The day I introduced her to Perry and he offered for her to work at the Daily Planet."

"Yeah." Chloe answered and shrugged shoulders to her ears. "She felt like she was getting in the way of what Clark was meant to be. Something bigger than a farmer in a one horse town. And with a baby, Clark would want to do the right thing by Lois, marriage, settle down and start to raise a family here in Smallville. Lois wasn't ready for that leap with barely knowing where her feelings laid with Clark and she didn't want to be the reason he looked back and regret not becoming something more."

"Oh. Lois." Martha ached for the misguided girl. "Does she not realize how much in love my son is with her?"

"To Lois I think all those times it was just casual sex..." Chloe replied gently, afraid of how Martha would take it. "He told her he loved her but I think she's afraid he still pictures someone more raven-haired instead."

Martha shook her head in disbelief of the situation. To think she had a grandson living all this time in this world and knew nothing of him. "I'm not mad with Lois, Chloe. I just wished she could

At that moment crying could be heard from the baby monitor on the coffee table in front of them, causing both women to smile at the soft wails.

"Looks like someone is finally up from his nap." Chloe said and got to her feet, watched by the older Kent as she went into Lois' room and soon returned sporting a still sleepy baby boy on her hip. His chubby fingers rubbing at droopy, tired eyes as his little pouty lips turned down in a grumpy frown.

Martha held hands to her mouth in awe, eyes watering with tears as she looked upon something she never thought possible. Her hands automatically holding out to the wee one with hesitation as she looked to Chloe for permission. "Could I...Could I hold him?"

"Mrs Kent, of course, he's your grandson!" Chloe sat next to the older woman, instantly placing the baby boy in her arms.

Her hand sweep through the baby's thick curls and let loose a joyous laugh. "He looks so much like Clark when he was this age...How old is he?"

"Just recently turned three months."

"He? I can't believe I haven't thought to ask until now. What is his name?"

Chloe gave a little laugh at the thought of the insanely long name of her grandson, her cousin having one indecisive time trying to decide on what name to choose. So in a fit of indecision she settled on all of them which made Chloe let loose another giggle. "Maybe you should wait to ask Lois."

At the saying of her name, both ladies looked up at the sound of keys jiggling in the door knob, door swinging open and a whirl storm called Lois Lane bustled inside in one of her many fits.

"Chloe, you won't believe the day I had..." Lois bit out with an irritated shake to her head, only to come up short, along with her heart, at the sight there in her living room. On her comfy couch she was just thinking about flopping onto to try and block out the day she had, sat Chloe and her three month old son in the arms of the last person she never thought to see right now. Well, one of the last people.

Heart rocketing in her chest as a scared smile spread wide across her face. "And the day just keeps on getting better...Hey...Mrs Kent."

Mrs Kent in a trans passed over the baby to a worried Chloe who looked from the older woman to her older cousin with apologetic eyes and scrunched up face. Martha got to her feet, stepping around the coffee table and slowly made her way to where Lois stood frozen in the entrance way.

Lois' face fell in sorrow for what she knowingly kept away, there was no hiding it at this point. "Mrs Kent, I'm so sor-"

Before either one of them knew what was happening, the older Kent's hand struck across the young Lane's cheek in a scalding, loud smack. Lois' palm instantly covering the sting as her eyes shut tightly with tears and she bit her tongue to keep back a searing retort of bitter words. She guess she deserved this, since she did string the woman's son along and kept the fact she was pregnant as she did so and then had the nerve to keep his child's birth a secret for over three months. She could see how a slap to the face was well deserved.

Martha was the closest thing to a mother she remembered having and the last thing she ever wanted to do was put the expression of blank hurt on her loving face. It was the main reason she allowed what happened to be done without retaliation. She just hoped the older woman could still look at her like a daughter and forgive her for what she'd done. Before she could even worry a second longer about it, Lois felt as Martha pulled her into a fierce hug, arms tightly wrapped about her tall body while she still nursed her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Lois." The older mother whimpered in the girl's ear, disbelief of what she'd done in her words. "I can't imagine what you've gone through all this time. Dealing with this all alone."

Tears flooded Lois' hazel eyes and pored down her face. "You have nothing to apologize for, Mrs Kent. I think I would have done the same to myself...maybe harder...if roles were switched. "

Martha's own tears flowed hearing the pain in the young woman's voice she tried to hide with humor and guilt for her own actions against the girl. "Thank you so much for keeping him and taking such great care of my grandson. I'm proud of you Lois, you've grown into a successful, beautiful woman. Johnathan and I would have been honored to have you as our daughter."

Lois looked up from tear streaked cheeks, cupped between Martha's hands and gave a wide happy-sad smile. "Thanks...Mom."

"Mrs K, I want to introduce you to your grandson, Johnathan Jerome Samuel Lane Kent Jr." Lois announced giving her son a squeezing hug and kiss to his rosy cheek before handing him off to his grandmother, next to them on the couch. "I call him John-John for short, everyone else is stuck on Jae."

Martha gave an excited chuckle at Lois' enthusiasm with naming her grandson but never the less gave a beaming smile as she received baby in hand, her fingers playing with his short chubby ones. "Oh Lois, he's beautiful! Johnathan would have definitely approved."

Lois gave back a beaming smile in return, happy of her approval and then shrugged. "I couldn't decide what to call him and I'm not so sure Mr Kent would like knowing his namesake is stuck sharing with my father's namesake as well."

Martha shook her head, softly disagreeing with Lois before bringing her son into the conversation. "Jerome. You gave him Clark's middle name."

The young reporter looked away guiltily. "I wanted him to have something of Cla-your son besides just genetics and a bad case of meteorite allergies."

"Oh Lois," Martha sighed out heavily and grabbed the brunette's hand in comfort. "Please tell him, please talk to Clark. So much will clear up if you guys would just speak to each other."

Lois pulled her hand away and quickly stood to her feet to pace around the small living room. "No offense, Mrs K, but I don't know if I can."

The tall woman holding her hands up before Martha could protest and closing her eyes to correct herself as face scrunched up anxiously. "I mean I know I'll have to eventually...I-I...He'll hate me...and I already ruined the best thing I had going with the guy."

"Sex?" Martha asked, knowing other wise but wanting to test where Lois' truth laid.

"No..." Lois was beet red at the directness from Clark's mom but knowing she wasn't one to beat around things. "...I mean nothing against Clark in that department because he could definitely write a book on how to please a girl...and very well..."

Martha coughed good-naturedly at the awkward turn in conversation as Lois turned even more red at the direction of her run of the mouth. "But no, I ruined our friendship. He was my best friend, Mrs Kent...if I'm honest with myself, he was the only true friend I ever had."

Mrs Kent looked empathetically to the one she thought of as a daughter and held out a hand to which Lois took in both her hands and sat back next to her and her child on the sofa. "Lois, my son is deeply in love with you. I don't think anything you can do could change that. Yes, he's naturally going to be upset that you kept knowledge of his son away. But I know it's not something that's going to tare you two apart. If anything it will bring you closer...if that's what you want, Dear."

"How can you be so sure? I would hate me if I was him."

Martha shook her head, snuggling against the object of her heart already. "You have given him the greatest gift he never thought possible and he was already head over heels for you before this little one even came along."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Lois' lips, thinking about her Farm boy loving her so deeply, before her demeanor fell with the hard question she needed to ask of the woman she thought of as mom. "Please give me time to tell him."

"Lois, I can't-"

"Please, Mrs Kent, promise me you'll let me tell him?"

Martha looked like she still wanted to protest but caved in at the squeeze of her hand between Lois' clammy ones and the pleading in her hazel eyes. "I know I have a lot to make up for and I don't deserve to ask this of you but I need to do this and figure out how to do this right."

A gush of breath came from the older woman's mouth as she relented giving the young one a hard stare before softening as she looked upon the gurgling angelic babe in hand. " A week Lois, I don't know if I could last much longer than that, keeping this away from my son."

"I understand and thank you."

Martha bumped her shoulder softly into Lois' shoulder to lighten the mood and erase the look of walking the green mile from the girl,s face. Lois smiled to the woman who smiled cheerily back before leaning their heads together in motherly-daughterly love and lavishing attention to the smallest, cutest member of their combined family.

Green Arrow Pent House 10 pm

WHOOOSH!

Oliver scrunched up in feigned pain as the metal green arrow from his personal vigilante collection missed it's mark and dangled from the wood of a rather expensive cherry wood end table.

"You should have seen her..." Chloe berated herself as she loaded another arrow to Oliver's bow she held tightly between constricting fingers, to one blonder archer's much dismay but he definitely wasn't going to get in the way of her stress releasing. "...she was blaming me...my fault...that Mrs Kent found out."

The blond billionaire lifted a finger in the air to signal a question. "Now, did she actually say that with words?"

"She didn't have to, Oliver, we're close cousins...more like sisters...I could read it in her eyes, the hurt on her face." The blonde Watch Tower sighed with disappointment and released the arrow, it soaring with a whistle in air before coming to a crash through a glass vase across the pent house room.

"Artifact on loan from Metropolis Museum." Oliver crinkled up with even more pain but shook his head in dismissal before standing up from his reclined position on his leather lounge chair. "Whatever, it's covered under insurance."

Chloe grabbed for another arrow just for it to be snatched from her hands by one flirty smiling blonde archer who put it behind his back. She growled and huffed out in annoyance as she tried to reach the coveted item just to be blocked by his turning body and smile that she badly wanted to smack from his handsome face.

"Oliver...please." Chloe gritted out between clenched teeth and held her hand out for the arrow.

"Oooh, begging, you know how to get to me." Oliver groaned in a playful sultry voice, before placing the long pointed object in her hand.

The blonde female couldn't help but let loose a smile and roll her eyes, prepping the bow to take another shot. "Wait! Wait! Before I have nothing else to ruin."

He smoothly slid his body up against the petite blonde, bringing it flushed against her making her forget about Lois being upset with her as goosebumps spread like wildfire upon her skin. His hands upon hers directing them where to hold the bow and arrow with his front pressed into her backside and mouth a scant breath away from the shell of her outer ear.

"Now, clear your mind and take a deep breath. Hold it." His voice low and seductive which she couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or not, but it was ramping her heart up all kinds of speeds. She listened though to his instructions, closing her eyes and held her breath until her heart was the only thing she could hear along with the beating of his against her back.

His touch soaking through every pore on her light-colored skin, putting her at ease and "Now let go."

Chloe opened her gray-green eyes and released the arrow as she slowly exhaled. The arrow ripping through the air and landing it's mark into the red bullseye. She smiled excitedly, big and beautiful to the blond archer eyes as she turned her head to share her beaming grin.

A small smile he returned as his intense eyes stared at her adoringly, making a decision he wanted to do for a long time. He released one hand from his grip upon her hand and pressed it against her cheek, brushing her short blonde locks away. Before his courage could flee, he leaned down pressing his lips to her still smiling lips.

Chloe pulled back from the kiss in shock. "Oliver?"

"Just something I wanted to do for awhile now." The playboy billionaire smiled not looking sorry at all as he shrugged one lazy shoulder.

Her hands instantly wrap around his face, his hands possessively around her hips, as bow was forgotten, falling to the floor while she pulled him down to continue their heated lock of lips and tongue. In one blistering kiss between Green Arrow and Watch Tower.

A/N: Sorry took so long with writer's block and life to get this chapter out. Hoped you enjoy and Please Review!

Next Time: A Week is speedily approaching for Lois to come clean. Working as partners, things start to really heat up between Lois and Clark!
…..and a chance meeting between two L's.

Until Next time!