"CLARK!" A groggy Clark Kent stumbled out of bed, glancing at the clock as he stood up. The glowing red lights read 2:00 AM. Groaning, he shuffled his way out to the kitchen only to find a panicked Lois Lane staring at the refrigerator.
"Sweetie, it's two in the morning. Why don't you come back to bed?" He put his hand on her arm and tried to steer her in the direction of the bedroom. Lois angrily yanked his arm away.
"Don't you dare call me sweetie when this is all your fault!" Her hands were folded across her chest and she had the most adorable pout. Clark had to smile despite his confusion.
"What do you mean it's my fault? What did I do now?"
"Oh, so now you act all innocent! Who was it that got me pregnant? I mean. I f I wasn't carrying this half-Kryptonite spawn of yours I wouldn't be craving bubble gum flavored ice cream at two in the morning. I mean, I didn't even like this flavor until you knocked me up. And now, all my hormones are raging and I'm fat. And you're probably horrified at me and thinking about Lana and…" She collapsed into tears. Clark immediately enveloped her in a hug.
"Hey, you're not fat. You're pregnant. And besides, I think you're gorgeous no matter what state you're in. I'll get you your bubble gum flavored ice cream right now, if you want." Lois' demeanor immediately changed.
"Really? Clark Kent, you're absolutely amazing." She gave him a deep kiss before pushing him towards the balcony. "Now go and make it fast. I want my ice cream."
As Clark blurred his way to the nearest convenience store, he silently thanked God for giving him super human speed. It meant that he could go back to bed and placate his wife as soon as possible. Speaking off, they'd better have bubble gum flavored ice cream in the store. Otherwise, Lois would probably butcher him with a Kryptonite-laced hatchet back at their apartment.
Lois Lane-Kent was going to drive him crazy some day. He should really learn to resist her "charms" or whatever they were called.