Chapter 10: Breathing doesn't help

A/N:- okay this one is smaller than most but i'm hoping to have the next one up tomorrow. enjoy.

Chapter 10: Breathing doesn't help. Try hitting Clark.

Three days. It had been three days since she had last seen or spoken to Clark. She didn't blame him really; she did kind of kick him out. But it was a reflex. Really. She was panicking and he was there and his thereness was oh so bad. Oh she kicked him out. Told him they needed to think about things on their own before they could really talk about this.

She was pregnant. She, Lois Lane, had a life growing inside her. Of course it had taken three home pregnancy tests and a quick blood test at the hospital to confirm it. But there it was, the big problem, a group of cells dividing. Cells that could grow in to anything. Would they be like her? Human? Normal? Or would those cells grow into someone like Clark? Strong, indestructible. Alien. And who was to say she wanted to let them get that far.

She was lying to herself. She was panicking and she was lying to herself and the one person in all the world who could help her get through this, help her sort it all out, was the person she had shoved forcefully out of the apartment three days ago. She needed Clark. And that was bad, Lois Lane didn't need anybody. Except that she did because she was pregnant with an alien baby that could potentially ruin her entire life.

Her thoughts had been going in circle for days. Going over her options, thinking about how stupid they were to let her get pregnant. The one thing she couldn't do was the one thing sensibility told her to do. She wasn't ready. She didn't have the money, or the job, or the stable relationship every kid needed. She was in danger more often than not. What kind of life could she provide for a baby? Sensibility told her that the sensible option was to abort the pregnancy. Adoption was out; she couldn't trust anyone to take care of such a special kid.

She couldn't do it of course. Sensibility be damned, this kid was hers. Hers and Clark's and they may not have the most conventional of relationships but they had one. There relationship may consist of random sex and a friendship to rival any other but that was enough. It had to be.

'Oh, this is bad!'

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Clark was quietly falling apart. If his mother or Chloe noticed they didn't say anything. It had been three days since Lois kicked him out of her apartment claiming to need space. Three days since he found out he was going to be a father. Oh yeah, he was freaking out now.

What bothered him the most was that he didn't know what Lois was thinking. He knew they were young, that they weren't ready for this but he couldn't help thinking about it. Imagining what it would be like to raise a kid, have someone of his own flesh and blood. He had been alone too long and the thought of having someone who belonged to him was very tempting.

Still, he had to think rationally, he couldn't be selfish. He needed to do what was best for Lois, for him. How could they raise a child? And where did that even leave them? He had just reached a point in his life where he was comfortable with whom he was. He had two great friendships, one that came with benefits, and he had finally sorted out the Lana mess but his relationship with Lois wasn't quite enough to raise a child together.

They were having fun. He'd never had that before and now he didn't think he'd ever have that again. He liked where things were going, they were progressing slowly enough that there was no pressure. But now, now, there was a whole little person involved and he didn't know how that affected things. If things had gone the way they were intended he could see this happening, maybe, years from now. The way things were now, it was just too much, too soon.

He liked Lois, he did, and she was the first person who he was both attracted to and trusted. He wanted this to work. The more he thought about it the more he wanted to have this baby. Ultimately he would respect Lois' wishes he just hoped that her choice was one he could agree to.

He needed to see her. He needed to know.