"Lois, for the last time, open that bathroom door," her husband said.

Young Clark sped up the stairs. "What's going on?"

"Lois locked herself in the bathroom and she won't talk to me."

"Is she okay? Did you x-ray in there?"

"She's fine. She's just sitting against the bathroom door. She must be angry with me but usually she just confronts me."

"Lois, what's the matter?" young Clark inquired.

"Think of your biggest secret and imagine I've figured it out, scumbag!"

"At least she talked to you," older Clark said.

"Yeah, but I kind of wish she hadn't," he said. "I thought you knew I was a super powered alien?"

"It's bigger than that!" she retorted. "And you act like you've been pining after Lois. Liar!"

The Clarks stared at each other in confusion.

Carol came out. "You woke me up. What are you all fighting about now? Whoa, it's one mom against two dads. This isn't something you see everyday. I should sell tickets to this fight and have people place bets. I'm betting on Mom." Carol took a step back, which was unusual for her, when both her dads gave her the same unamused look.

"Lois," older Clark said, "I can't fix it, if you don't tell me what I've done wrong."

Martha came up too and asked what the fight was about. The 3 people in the hallway shrugged.

"I'm not going to shame you in front of your mother and daughter but you both know what you did, you filthy rat. I hope the guilt eats away at you everyday."

"I don't know what you're talking about," the Clarks said simultaneously.

"That's the same thing you used to say whenever I started to catch on that you were Superman, so don't play dumb and innocent with me. I should tell young me what you did, so she won't make the mistake of marrying you but I'm not going to. As mad as I am at you, our kids mean the world to me and they deserve to exist."

"What on earth could have you so mad?" older Clark asked in bewilderment.

"Let me give you a hint. It has to do with a baby."

"I thought you were okay with it now?" Martha asked.

"Not my baby. Let me give you another hint. How many sons do you have?"

"Maybe 2," older Clark said.

"Aha! So you finally decided to admit it."

"It depends on what the baby turns out to be. I might have 2 sons and 2 daughters or 1 son and 3 daughters."

"That's not what I was talking about. Think about a letter young Clark received recently."

"Do you know what she's talking about?" older Clark questioned his other self. "I can't remember the letters I got 2 days ago much less in 2007."

"No," he replied.

"Honey, can you please just come out and say it?" older Clark asked.

"In front of Carol and Mrs. Kent?"

"I have nothing to hide."

"Fine. Clark is your son."

Older Clark looked at younger Clark. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure he's just a younger me."

"Clark Luthor, dummy."

"It's not true. What makes you think that?" he asked her.

"A letter that I found in your room."

"Where is it?"

"In here with me."

"Slip it under the door, so I can see it."

"I can't. I've torn it up."

"I can super speed and put the pieces back together."

"I doubt it. I've shredded it into microscopic pieces."

"What did it say?"

"It said that Lex was about to find out you're the father and that you promised to protect her and the baby."

"It's a lie! I admit math wasn't my best subject but the numbers don't add up. I'm not Clark Luthor's father and if I was, do you think I would let Lex raise him? I would want to a part of his life. The only kids I've ever had is by you."

She was silent. Probably thinking about what he had said.

"It's obviously a trick by Zod," older Clark continued. "We're going to have to trust each other and our love, if we're going to get through this."

She opened the door. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying. She hugged Clark and said she was sorry. They kissed.

"Thank goodness the fight is over," Carol said.

"You were worried about your parents breaking up, sweetie?" Martha asked.

"No, I just have to go to the john," Carol said, shutting the bathroom door behind her.

Lois rolled her eyes and turned to the others. "It's time for breakfast. We're going to have to think on how somebody got in here to put that letter there and who it might've be—" Lois sneezed and saw Shelby was in the hall. "Hey, mutt. How are you?"

Shelby went down the stairs.

"That's strange. If I remember right, he used to always come to me. In fact, I couldn't get him to leave. I guess it's because I'm old. It probably freaked him out. I bet Krypto misses us."

"Who's Krypto?" Martha asked.

"That's our family dog," Lois told her. "He's from Krypton, so I'm not allergic. He has an incredibly long life span almost that of a human's, according to Jor-El."

"He loves Lois. They've got a Dino and Fred relationship. Every time she comes home, he runs and knocks her down to give her dog kisses."

"I swear he does it to annoy me, the dumb dog. He hasn't been knocking me over for a couple of weeks now. I think he knew I was pregnant before I did."

"After breakfast," older Clark addressed to Lois, "I want you to go some different places with me."

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"It's not everyday we're in 2007. It might be fun and you never know when we might run into Zod."

She didn't look as though she really believed it but she agreed to it.

TBC