Chapter Twelve

On Christmas morning, Lois awoke the minute the sunlight hit her face. Grinning, she stretched. She and Clark had stayed at the farm for the last two nights, because of it being Christmas. As usual, when they stayed here, Lois slept in Clark's bed, and Clark slept on the couch. He was such a baby, when it came to respecting his mom and dad. If she, Lois, had had her way, then Clark would be waking up beside of her this morning, instead of down on the couch.

She got up, used the bathroom, made sure she was presentable enough to go downstairs, and left the room. As soon as she hit the top of the stairs, she could smell the good aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She could not help, but to smile. She loved staying on this farm. (Not that she would admit that to anyone anytime soon. Especially not to Clark Kent.)

"Hello, Lois. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Martha. Yes, I slept like a newborn baby."

Martha laughed.

"Would you like some eggs, bacon, and biscuits?"

"Yes, please," said Lois, as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"How has work been going?"

"It is going good, if you call getting ordered into Perry's office, nearly every hour, going good," Lois laughed.

"You and Clark must be Perry's favorite reporters, if he does that."

"You would think so, wouldn't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Perry calls us in there to make sure we are doing the story that he assigned, and not trying to do a different story without telling him."

"Oh, I see. He is a little paranoid, is he?"

"I guess that is what you would call it."

Silence fell over the two women as Lois ate her breakfast.

"Where is Clark?"

"He and Jonathan are doing chores."

Lois chuckled.

"A farmer's life is never done, is it?"

"Nope."

"Hmm, I hope they come in soon. I want to open presents."

"Well, sorry, Lois, but this year, we are waiting til everyone gets here, before we open presents this year."

Lois smile fell and she began to pout.

Martha cracked up laughing.

"That look does not work on me, Lois. Clark has given me that look so many times since he was little, that I have become immuned. Nice try, though."

"Well, rats!" Lois also began to laugh.

Lois and Martha chatted, while Martha cooked. Lois fixed herself a cup of coffee and a couple pieces of toast. About an hour later, Jonathan and Clark came in. Jonathan went to the kitchen sink to wash up. As soon as he was finished, Clark washed up. As the quartet sat down for breakfast, there was a knock on the door. Clark sighed as he got up to answer the door.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw that it was General Lane, Lucy, Chloe Sullivan, and Jimmy Olsen. Clark did not see him at first, but when he opened the door, he saw his childhood friend Pete Ross. (Chloe had brought Pete as a surprise for Clark.) Clark's eyes widened. He had not seen Pete since his senior year in high school. He grinned as he pulled his childhood best friend into a hug.

"Dude, how you doing?"

"I am good. I think you know everyone here, except this lovely lady," said Clark, as he pulled Lois to him.

"Hello, I am Pete Ross."

"Lois Lane. Nice to meet you."

"Lois is my girlfriend, Pete. We have been together for almost a year."

"Wow. Well, thank God, you finally got over Lana. Now, I might have a chance at her!" Pete laughed as he said this.

"What do you mean?"

"Clark, you are not the only one who had a crush on Miss Lang in high school."

"Oh, but I thought…"

"That I had a crush on Chloe?"

"Yeah."

"At one point and time, I did. However, I cannot seem to get Lana out of my head. If I see her, while I am here in Smallville, I plan to ask her out."

"May all the angels in heaven help you."

Pete laughed.

"Well, Pete," said Martha. "You may get your chance. Lana has always came over here for Christmas dinner."

Lois' face fell. I have to see Lana? Does that mean that I will have to watch as Clark makes a fool of himself over her again?

"Lois, Honey, what's wrong?"

Lois forced a smile.

"Nothing, Smallville."

Clark was about to reply, when suddenly there is a knock on the door. He opened the door. There, to Lois' dismay, stood Lana Lang.

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