Author's Note: This is the final chapter. A big thank you to all of my reviewers!

The good mood that Clark had woken up in turned sour for the rest of the day. He stayed inside, moped, and whimpered. It was almost as if he knew that his parents had betrayed him by knowingly testing him with a meteor rock.

"Honey, do you think we could spare a few dollars and get him a new toy?" Martha asked her husband as she made dinner that evening. "I want to make it up to him."

"Martha, I don't want our family to be about that," Jonathan told his wife. "Clark needs you and me. He needs the people that love him."

"How can we convince Clark that we love him? I don't think he's going to forgive us that easily."

"We're Maamaa and Daadaa, Martha. He has to trust us." Jonathan gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, then went into the living room, where Clark was sitting on the floor and playing with his toy airplane.

Jonathan sat down next to his son, and clutched his son's hand. "Hi, Clark. How are you feeling?"

Of course Clark didn't reply, not being able to understand. He just soared his airplane through the air, keeping a tight hold on it.

"We're sorry if we intentionally hurt you, honey. Your mother feels like a bad mother. But now we know what you're sensitive to the meteor rocks, and we need to know that to protect you. Your mother and I love you. Love, Clark." Jonathan knew that Clark couldn't understand, but he felt he had to keep on speaking. "Love isn't something you can do, like eating or sleeping, but it's something you feel. It's the feeling I get when I'm with you and Mommy. It's a really good feeling; a strong feeling of affection and protection."

Clark put his airplane down and gazed up at his father, almost as if he was listening.

Jonathan wrapped his little boy in a hug. "I love you, Clark. Your mommy loves you, too. We're a family, and we're going to be a strong one, okay?"

"Daadaa," was Clark's only reply.

Clark dutifully ate his dinner, and his bathtub splashing that night was more cheerful than expected. He clearly felt a lot better, both physically and emotionally.

After Clark had been dressed into his jammies and Pull-Ups, he happily toddled down to the kitchen for his dessert. He knew that after bathtime came dessert in the kitchen with Mommy.

Martha fed Clark a slice of cherry pie, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Sweetheart, what do we do in the kitchen again?"

Clark looked lost, and Martha pantomimed eating.

"Eeee!" Clark exclaimed.

"Eat," Jonathan corrected him. "Clark, honey, it's eat."

"Eeee!"

"Eatttt." Martha emphasized the 't.'

"Eat," said Clark quietly.

"Very good, Clark!" Martha exclaimed, giving him another kiss. "This almost deserves another piece of cherry pie!"

"Don't spoil him, Martha."

After dessert, of course, came bedtime. Usually, Martha tucked Clark in and kissed him goodnight, but tonight Jonathan joined her.

"Goodnight, son," Jonathan smiled, running a hand through his son's hair as Martha pulled Clark's blankets up to his chin. "Have a nice sleep."

"Mommy loves you, Clark." Martha gave her son a kiss goodnight on the cheek.

"Daddy loves you too, Clark," Jonathan added.

Clark clutched his blankets. "Clarr love Maamaa Daadaa."

Tears of joy welled up in Martha's eyes. She turned to look at her husband. "Jonathan!" she wept.

"I heard him, Martha. I heard him." Jonathan placed one arm around his wife, and the other around his son. "I told you we're raising a smart kid," he smiled, hugging his family.

THE END