Butterflies
January, 2014
Once again Lois was startled awake in the middle of the night, but this time it wasn't to go to the bathroom, or indigestion, or a craving. No, this was something new. This was something occurring deep in her stomach.
"Oooh."
She grabbed her belly and felt it again. It wasn't a sharp pain or anything. It didn't hurt, but it still was a foreign feeling. Her heartbeat increased as she felt it once more. Her breathing heightened and she held her belly firmly.
Suddenly another pair of hands were on top of hers as a gust of wind swept through her hair.
"Lois?"
Panicked blue eyes looked up into hers. She glanced down and saw the "S" on this chest and his red cape draped on the floor as he knelt down in front of her.
"I'm okay, Superman. Busy night?" She asked.
"Not really, just a jewelry store robbery on Seventh about ten minutes ago. I was waiting for the police when I heard your heart racing. I sped here faster than I ever thought I could."
"You still tune into this thing?" She asked, tapping the skin above her heart.
"Of course I do, but not just yours, but our baby's, too. And not just when I'm out there either. Every night I let the sounds of your hearts beating drift me off to sleep. It's the most soothing sound, but when I heard yours change…I knew something was wrong ."
"I don't know if wrong is the right term, but it's different. There is this feeling . It's like butterflies in my stomach." She smiled. "It's not constant, but it's happened a few times. I wonder if maybe…maybe I can feel the baby moving?"
"Emil did say that at 16 weeks it could start, even though for a first pregnancy the percentage was low."
"Well, our baby isn't just any baby, Clark. I think it's a bit more advanced than that and a little stronger, too."
"And you're sure it doesn't hurt."
She could see the concern in his face.
"Positive." She assured him.
She moved her hands from under his, placing his hands directly on her growing belly. She replaced hers on top of his.
"Feel."
She could see Clark's face concentrating, but he grimaced as he looked back up at her.
He shook his head. "I don't feel anything."
"Hmm, the baby stopped doing it. I'm sure she'll do it again."
"Again with this ' she ' business." He smirked.
"What?" She shrugged.
Then Lois felt it again. "There! Did you feel that?"
He shook his head a second time.
"Concentrate and try again."
She watched Clark close his eyes and lightly pressed his fingertips into her stretching skin.
"Lois, I don't—."
" Shhhh… ."
Then she felt the fluttering. It was like going up on a roller coaster then plummeting down. She then watched as his lips curled up into a smile.
"I think I felt something."
She smiled brightly.
"Maybe the baby heard you and moved."
"I don't think the baby can hear me, Lois. That usually doesn't happen until 20 weeks."
She frowned at that knowledge. "How do you know that?"
"I've been reading up on pregnancies, one of those books my mom got us."
"You and your books. You're such a geek sometimes, Smallville." She teased.
"Someone needs to be prepared for when this baby comes." He retorted.
She slightly gasped and replied, "Hey, I'm prepared. I just watched something the other day."
"Watching Look Who's Talking doesn't count, Lois."
Lois rolled her eyes and began to lie back into bed. "Says you. I learned a lot."
She felt another gust of air and soon Clark was right next to her, his arm stretched around her and the palm of his hand on her stomach. She felt his lips on her shoulder and she moved her body back into him.
"Clark?"
" Hmm ?"
She placed her hand on top of his and turned her head slowly to look at him. Their eyes met and it was like the world just melted away. It was only them and their baby, and it was perfect. It felt perfect. Like a dream, yet she knew it wasn't. It was moments like these that she thanked God, or whatever high power there was, every day that she had crashed her car into that cornfield and found him all disoriented and naked.
She smirked at the thought of the state she had found him in. Yes, she was very thankful.
"Why are you smiling like that?" He asked curiously, one eyebrow slightly arching.
"Just thinking of the day we met and how thankful I am for it because it brought us this life; a life together and a life where we're having a baby."
"I'm thankful, too." He said, then raised his eyebrow again. "The day we met, huh?"
She nodded. "My memory is a little fuzzy, Smallville. How about we recreate the look you had that night?"
"Okay." He leaned closer to her face, his lips mere centimeters away from hers. "But this time I get to crash into you."
She felt a shiver go down her spine as his hand slowly slid away from her stomach. Butterflies once again flew in her stomach, but these were definitely different butterflies. These she recognized.
Clark then lifted up the covers and they disappeared underneath them.
