Chapter 13: Confessions from a porcelain bowl

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Chapter 13: Confessions from a porcelain bowl.

It occurred to her on one of those joyous mornings when she spent half an hour with her face planted in the toilet bowl. Morning sickness was a bitch but she already knew that. No, what occurred to Lois as she heaved up everything she foolishly attempted to keep down was that Clark was not human. Of course she already knew that but it only just hit her that by extension her child was not entirely human. Of course this wasn't news to her either but a whole new line of thinking was opening up.

Morning sickness led to thoughts about her child; linked together they made for a sick child. Lois had no idea what she would do if her child got sick and not in the usual way that parents fear. There was no one Lois could take her baby to see. She didn't even know if her pregnancy was moving on like it should, of course in alien pregnancies there wasn't exactly a book on normal but still how would they know?

This line of thinking stayed with her for several days, distracting her from everything. Chloe, who was still attempting to come to grips with the entire Lois and Clark shebang, noticed how distracted her cousin was. Although she desperately wanted to ask what was wrong the school-girl inside her that still had a slight crush on Clark didn't really want to hear about their relationship drama or whatever it was that was on Lois' mind.

She had no way of knowing just how big it really was and when she found out it blew her away.

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It was on the fourth day of her mind hazing thinking that an idea began to form. Before she could even think about moving on her idea she needed to talk to Clark, after all it would require the exposure of his secret to someone else.

She decided to broach the topic after mind blowing sex. She figured he would be more inclined to listen if his thoughts were jumbled and she was still all naked and pressed against him.

'Smallville.'

'Lo.'

'We need to talk about something.'

'Okay.'

'We need to find a doctor for our baby.'

Clark sat up and flicked on a light. Apparently they really needed to talk.

'Why? Is something wrong?'

Lois sat up as well and looked at him. She didn't even know the answer to that question. All she knew was that she was pregnant and despite its rather odd origins she was experiencing morning sickness. Without getting properly checked out, beyond the simple test confirming she was pregnant, there was no way of knowing what was going on inside of her. If there was something wrong they would not find out until the baby was born.

'Not that I know of,' Lois answered slowly. 'But that's the problem, we don't know anything about our baby beyond the fact that its here.'

She placed one hand on her stomach and used her other to guide his to it. She could see the concern written on his face and knew that her own was looking back at him.

'I've been thinking abut it and we need to see a doctor, we need to have tests done to make sure our baby is okay.'

'Lo…'

'I know that we can't just rock up to the hospital for tests. We need someone we can trust.'

'Trust takes time Lois and that isn't exactly something we have if you're seriously concerned.'

'I'm not,' she started, 'seriously concerned,' she elaborated. 'This baby is yours Clark and short of Kryptonite I don't really see anything happening to it. But I need to know that everything is okay. I need to know that our baby is growing properly, that I'm doing everything I can to ensure a healthy baby.'

'So what have you come up with?'

It was obvious to Clark that she had some sort of an idea. She seemed to have thought this through and was keen on having his approval. He wasn't keen on the idea of exposing himself but if it would ensure his child grew up healthy he was willing to risk it if he could.

'I know someone, or I used to know someone who might be able to help.'

'Used to know?'

'She's another army brat, older than me but she's a trained doctor.'

'What makes her any different from the doctors at Smallville Medical?'

'Her rich daddy helped set her up with a private practice, she has all the equipment we could need, access to labs.'

'And we should trust her because?'

Clark still failed to see why this woman was any better than every other doctor they had access to.

'She's one of those scary people who actually puts patients before money.'

'They actually exist?' Clark asked with faux astonishment.

Lois rolled her eyes.

'Look we set up an appointment and you can meet her, lots of parent's interview their doctors before settling, just look at it that way. If you like her we tell her just what she needs to know, if you don't we tell her nothing and we look somewhere else.'

'How long have you known her?'

'Long enough.'

'Make the appointment.'

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Lois was telling the truth when she told Clark she thought Sam Callen would be a good choice for them. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't going to thoroughly check her out. That was why Lois was currently sitting on the corner of Chloe's desk at the Daily Planet waiting for her cousin to return from wherever it was that guy she sat next to had said she was.

She was uncharacteristically nervous because in coming to Chloe for a thorough background check she was of course going to be asked to give an adequate reason. She'd thought it over and come to the conclusion that maybe it was time to tell Chloe the truth. Her skills and contacts would probably come in handy in this particular situation. She spotted the blonde heading back to her desk, a stack of folders in one hand and a large Styrofoam coffee cup in the other.

It was now or never.

'We need to talk.'

'Can it wait, Lo, I'm really busy.'

'Chloe,' she said forcefully. 'We really need to talk.'

Chloe studied her cousin for a moment but it was clear that this was one of those times where work would need to wait. She placed the folders and her coffee on her desk and led Lois into the copy room. Closing the door behind them she turned to face Lois who had begun to fiddle nervously with a loose thread on the hem of her tank top.

Something was wrong.

'Lois, what's going on? Did something happen?'

'We haven't been completely honest with you,' Lois answered slowly.

'We?'

'Me and Smallville,' Lois elaborated.

'Oh?'

Chloe was beginning to get nervous now. It had taken all her power as a good best friend and cousin to come to terms with Lois and Clark being in a relationship so quickly. Though if she was honest with herself she had merely been waiting for this to happen ever since she saw the way they looked at each other right after Lois dunked him in senior year. Still she was dealing, she just hoped whatever Lois was about to say wouldn't make things any harder.

She knew that there was little left of her crush on Clark; that she was slowly getting over it, but that didn't mean she was going to handle seeing it, their relationship, very well.

'There's more between us than we let on.'

'Okay,' she said slowly. 'Lois you're kind of scaring me here.'

'Oh, right.' Lois took a deep breathe and started to speak. She couldn't look at Chloe. 'This thing between me and Smallville started the night I found out about him. I pretty much jumped him when I found out.'

Chloe's mouth fell open, though there were no words. She wanted to hear everything Lois had to say.

'He broke up with Lana and then we just sort of started fooling around.'

Chloe could help interrupting at that. 'You've been sleeping with Clark for over two months?'

Lois nodded in mute confirmation.

'We gave it two months before we decided to actually start a proper relationship.'

'Okay, that's big but not big enough to explain the look on your face right now.'

Lois smiled.

'That's because I haven't gotten to the part yet where I tell you I'm just over two months pregnant.'

Chloe didn't move, she didn't breathe. She just stood frozen, staring at Lois with her mouth open and her eyes glazed over in shock.

She stayed like that for well over a minute before the high pitched squeals kicked in.

'You what? How? What? Whoa! Oh. My. God!'

It was several more minutes before the confused squealing subsided and Lois was able to speak.

'I need a favor.'