It really didn't take very long to move us in. Between Clark and myself, we don't have all that much stuff. Clark could have done it a lot faster, of course. But the others offered to help, and there was no way to turn them down without raising questions. Lex and the others left a little while ago. Chloe suggested that they give Clark and me time to get settled.

I'm sort of nervous about this whole thing. I didn't relish living at the Kents. Clark's dad totally hates me, which doesn't make for a nice homey feeling. But at least there was someone else around. It wasn't just Clark and me. Being alone...Well, it makes the marriage all the more real.

Which is bad. Because drunken stupid marriages shouldn't last. I'm married to some teenage farm-boy. Who happens to also be an alien. Stupid drunken sex, even good stupid drunken sex, isn't a good basis for a marriage.

But we have to give it a try. And that includes living on our own. We have to try. I don't want to be divorced, and I could be pregnant. I mean, we really could.

"Willow, which bedroom do you want?"

I turn to see Clark standing in the doorway. He looks as nervous as I feel.

"Umm...I kinda liked the one with the mirrored closet doors."

"Oh, okay. Yeah. That's...that's fine." Clark wrinkles his nose for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, really."

I roll my eyes. "Clark, we really need to work on this."

"On what?"

"We're married. I mean, maybe not with the happiness and the forever true love, but we are married. If you can't even be honest about what bedroom you want, we're going to have some problems."

Clark sighs. "Okay. I'm fine with you taking the blue bedroom, I really am. It's just that the other room is..."

"Is what?" I ask, getting a little exasperated.

"It's pink!"

I open my mouth to say something, and then close it again. I will not yell at my husband over something this small. I won't. I take a breath and start again.

"Clark, you do realize that there's this invention called paint, right? It comes in all sorts of colors, and a great number of them are not, in any way, pink."

Clark looks down at the floor. He's cute when he's embarrassed, I have to admit.

"Yeah, I guess that could work. I can sleep on the couch tonight. There's no need unpacking my stuff until we paint the room. I can go to the store and get paint tomorrow. The kitchen needs to be touched up anyway."

"I'm assuming you can get the room painted pretty quickly."

"I always did the painting around the farm."

"You must have been a huge help to your parents."

"Yeah." Clark pauses, "Speaking of my parents..."

I resist a groan, knowing that something bad is coming. "What?"

"They want us to come to dinner tomorrow night."

I sigh. "I thought one of the benefits was moving out was not having to have dinner with your parents all the time."

Clark's face hardens, and I realize that I've upset him.

"Look, I didn't mean to...it's just...well...Your father hates me. It makes for an uncomfortable dinner."

"I'm sure you guys can work it out. You probably have a lot in common and don't even realize it."

I want to laugh, but Clark looks so earnest that I stifle it. "I don't think we do, Clark. Not unless your dad has a secret passion for ancient magical texts that I don't know about."

"Come on, Willow. There has to be something."

I rack my brain. The fact is that even if we had things in common, I don't think Mr. Kent would discuss them with me in a civil manner. If I thought there was something I could do to make things better between us, I'd try. But I can't come up with anything.

"Well," I say eventually, "We both like to have sex with women. Should I bring that up as a topic of conversation? I could tell him about this one time when Tara and I..."

"Willow!" Clark's is turning red, and I can't help but continue.

"I know! We also both think your mom is a total hottie."

"Okay, okay. I give in. You can stop now."

"I mean, know she's my mother-in-law. I know she's quite a bit older than me; she could be my own mother. But she's still a babe. With those killer legs she has, and that smooth skin..." I let my voice trail off, and then add "And I bet that whole sweet motherly domestic thing is covering up a real wild side. She's probably a tiger in the sack."

"I can't listen to this," Clark says as he grimaces and covers his ears with his hands.

I give him a quizzical look, "Don't you have super-hearing?"

He sheepishly lowers his hands.

"Okay, but seriously, you have to stop."

"Chloe's pretty cute too. Did you two ever date?"

Clark lets out a sigh, "Not really. I mean, we went to homecoming together one year. And she liked me a lot, but nothing happened. I was trying to get things to work out with Lana."

I look at him, a little surprised. "Really? You're crazy. Don't get me wrong, Lana's very pretty and she seems nice. But, Chloe? If we weren't married, I'd be chasing after her."

"Bu-, sh-, she's dating Lex," Clark's stutters.

I smile, "I think I could give Mr. Luthor a run for his money. Chloe would be worth it, all spunky and cute."

"Can we please change topics? Please?"

Looking at him now, I feel a little bad about it. He's obviously embarrassed. It's just so easy to fluster him. As someone who used to be so easily flustered myself, I know what Clark's feeling, and I feel a tiny bit bad about it. On the other hand, it's nice to be the one flustering others for once.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I really am. I'll stop teasing. But could we at least push back dinner with your parents a couple of days?"

Clark shrugs his shoulders and nods. "Sure. I'll tell my mom. Lex actually suggested that we go to Metropolis with him and Chloe tomorrow."

Oh thank god. I smile, "Do you mind? It'd be kind of nice to spend time with people who don't hate me."

"Alright. I'll call Lex and tell him we're coming."

"Great!" I stand up and head over to a pile of boxes. "I'm going to go unpack my stuff."

"Sure, I can handle the rest of it. One of the advantages of super-speed is quick unpacking."

I pick up a box and head toward my new bedroom. I'm in the doorway before Clark speaks up.

"Hey, you were just joking, right? I mean, with the stuff about my mom?"

"Of course I was."

I look over my shoulder and grin, "The stuff about Chloe, on the other hand..."