"Well Fuck!" Lucas exclaimed as he looked at the clothes in his closet. He had been trying to get dressed for almost an hour and NOTHING FIT, well pants at least! "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chanted as he checked the sizes in all his jeans.

Lex walked in smirking. "You know for someone with such a high I.Q. you'd think you could come up with something more to say than just 'fuck.'" Lex loved teasing Lucas, it was his new favorite hobby.

Lucas turned to Lex. "Gehen Sie fickt sich Alexander." ('go fuck yourself' in German.)

Lex just smirked. "What seems to have your boxers in a bunch this fine summer morning little brother?"

Lucas had to keep himself from reaching out and strangling Lex right then and there. "I have my mandatory, weekly lunch/checkup with dad and Toby today and none of my pants fit." He gestured to the 15 or so pairs of various types of pants littering the floor and the other dozen still on hangers. "And I don't care how much money you have, people don't like it when you walk into restaurants not wearing pants." The lunch/checkups were part of an agreement him and Clark made with Lionel regarding the babies. Lionel wanted to make sure everyone was in perfect health and there wouldn't be any last minute surprises.

Lex just shrugged and started looking through the various pants still left on hangers. "Well you had to expect this to happen sometime. Baby weight and all. You're what 3 months along now?" He motioned to the pooch of a belly that was developing on Lucas' normally flat stomach, it made him look like he had a little beer gut. Except his beer gut had 2 children in it and was more the size of a normal 4 month pregnancy.

"About." Lucas crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. "Maybe a little further since it's only a 6 month gestation. What the hell are you doing? I already told you nothing fits!"

Lex's never strayed from the garments in front of him. "You're a product of the late 90's. There has to be something a bit baggy in here that will get you through the day until you can go shopping later." He produced a pair that looked like they'd do the job. "Here." He tossed them to Lucas who caught them. "What would you do without me?" He asked as he walked out of Lucas' closet.

"Why don't you leave me the hell alone and we'll find out?" Lucas snapped back, it was their usual banter.

"I know that's just the hormones talking little brother. Deep down you love me."

Lucas just glared. "Laugh it up Mr. Clean. One day you'll get yours."

"And being stuck with your bitchy ass isn't punishment enough?"

"Be nice or I'll tell dad."

"Dad doesn't scare me."

"Fine, be nice or I'll tell Clark." Lucas smirked, he knew invoking the name of Clark would put Lex in his place.

"Tattle tale."

"Will you leave so I can get dressed? I still have to get Clark and if I'm late one more time dad's going to have a coronary all over the place."

"I should be going into work anyway."

"Then go. The crap isn't going to produce itself."

Lex just waved to him and left the room.

Clark was fidgety today, and not his normal 'oh man your dad still kind of gives me the creeps' fidgety. He was looking all around the car like he'd never been in it before, when in fact he had picked it out. "What's on your mind?" Lucas asked, breaking the silence, never taking his eyes off the road in front of him.

"I've just been thinking."

"That's obvious. You've scanned every radio station 4 times and skipped through every CD in the car and we're only a half hour outside Smallville. What's wrong?"

"Well I've been thinking. My parents lied to me for so long about my powers, and I know they didn't know how to deal with them and all but it still hurt. And now our kids are going to have a whole different set of circumstances to deal with besides the powers. How are we going to explain everything to them?"

"You mean besides the 'why do I have 2 daddies question?' the 'who is my real mommy?' stuff too?" Truthfully Lucas had been thinking about this since day 1. He spent most of his life not knowing who his real parents were and he wasn't about to lie to another child like that, especially his own. But their situation was a very different one from every other couple out there, gay or straight.

"Yeah."

"Well I don't want to lie to them. But we can't send them to kindergarten with full knowledge of everything, they'll be sent down to the school shrink for sure."

"Yeah but I don't want to tell them one thing and then have to tell them another thing later on. It hurts too much and I don't want them to hate us. Because let's face it, given the DNA these kinds are going to be able to hold a grudge." They shared an uneasy laugh.

"I'll never lie about our relationship. If people have a problem with us who cares. We have more money than them so we don't have to care."

"Lucas you know that's not an entirely positive attitude right?"

"No, but let's face it. We're rich, we don't have to care what people think."

"That's not how I want our children raised. They have to know that rich or not people all deserve to be treated the same."

"And they will, I just also want them to know that if anyone ever tries to make them feel bad about themselves or their family that they don't have to care."

"Okay back to the whole 'mommy' issue."

"Well anything we say is going to sound like a bad episode of the X-files."

"Yeah."

They both thought for a few minutes then Clark spoke up again. "What if we tell them that their mother loves them very much and wanted to ensure that they got the best family possible and knew we would do an excellent job of raising them and loving them? Which would technically be the truth because as the parent who would be the mother you do love them and know we will raise them well."

"Uh huh. And when a 6 year old looks up at you and says 'well if my mom loved me so much why didn't she keep me?' then what are you going to say Superdad?" Lucas didn't mean to sound angry or bitter about it but that's the same crap he'd been fed when he was in the foster care system, then he found out his mom was in an institution.

"Well if you're the expert why don't you come up with something?" Clark snapped back, he didn't mean to but 'creative truth telling' wasn't exactly his forte and Lcuas knew that.

"Fuck I don't know Clark. What about the powers?"

"I don't know what they will and won't have until they start to develop. Hell we still don't know what all my powers are. But I won't ever make them afraid to be who they are. And they are playing sports, half Kryptonian or not my kids aren't going to be outsiders, they're just going to have to learn how to control them. We should really start shopping and thinking about names and all the stuff."

I'm sure dad has an army decorators ready to go at the penthouse and the castle. We'll talk to him about it today."

"I have one request when it comes to names."

"What's that?"

"No L names."

Lucas smiled. "I think we can do that."

They both had a ton of more things to go over but knew there was a time and place for everything.

Lunch with Lionel went well, and he was all too happy to let his decorators loose on Clark and Lucas. Lucas didn't want one room to be purple, 'any color but purple' he said. Clark just his snicker behind his glass of soda.

Then Lionel dropped a bomb on them. "Well what about marriage?" He asked

Lucas and Clark both almost choked. "Well Mr. Luthor, we hadn't really…ummm…talked about it. Besides isn't the government still hashing that one out?"

"Oh Clark. You forget what a few well placed phone calls to a few legislators who are on the receiving end of very generous campaign contributions can get you. Watch the news in the next few days. I think it will prove to be quite interesting."

Lucas sat there stunned. His dad had bribed a bunch of senators and congressmen to legalize gay marriage so he and Clark could get married? He didn't know whether to be happy or terrified or absolutely pissed off. He just sat there.

Their weekly appointment with Toby went smoothly. Although Lucas had just begun to start showing in the past week or so the babies looked to be well over 4 months along by the human standard of pregnancy. Clark and Lucas still hadn't said more than a few words to each other since lunch ended.

They were now exiting one of Metropolis' nicer men's stores with new clothes that should last Lucas the next few months, because not only were his jeans not fitting but he didn't have an over abundance of shorts that weren't form fitting or tailor made to his usual size. They figured by the time he started to REALLY show he wouldn't be laving the house much or wearing more than pj pants, sweats and t-shirts, so they made a quick stop to Old Navy on their way back to Smallville. Clark got some new stuff too, for when school started back up, he still felt bad that he was going to do the first semester without Lucas, but they'd be living together so they'd still be together. Lucas was tired so Clark took over the driving back home. Neither saying a word.

"I can't believe him." Lucas broke the silence in the car.

"What?"

"Come on Clark were you not at lunch today? My father, he wants us to get married and he has gone to the trouble of buying off the government to ensure it happens."

"Oh." Clark was a little hurt, he wanted to make a life with Lucas and knew Lucas felt the same way. So why was he so put off by marriage?

"That's all you have to say about it?"

"Well we were planning on staying together anyway. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is, whether or not we were going to stay together is our business, not his."

"Maybe he wants our kids to have a family." Clark said the words before he thought about them.

Lucas flinched. "You do realize that HE kept ME from getting a family."

'Shit.' Clark did not want to have this argument, not now. "Yes I do. Look I don't know how your dad's mind works. And even if I did I think that would be too much responsibility for me to handle. Why don't you ask him?"

Lucas didn't say anything, he just sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. After a few minutes he spoke, not opening his eyes. "I would you know."

"Would what?"

"Marry you." He leaned over and laid his head on Clark's shoulder.

Clark took one hand off the steering wheel, silent cheer for automatic transmission, and laced his fingers though Lucas'. Clark knew he was asleep by now, so he just smiled as he drove home.

By the time they got back to the castle Lucas was completely asleep and Clark didn't have the heart to wake him up so he just carried him inside and put him in bed, then went back out to get their stuff. He took Lucas' shoes, pants, and shirt off, replacing them with a pair of black pajama bottoms he knew he liked to sleep in and got ready for bed himself. Clark usually stayed over on nights after their visits to Metropolis because they could be physically and emotionally draining on both parties and nothing felt better after a long day than cuddling at night. Clark stood there watching Lucas in the moonlight. Long brown lashes fell on cheeks, normally sharp now with a slight softness to them due to pregnancy weight. His mouth, usually in a knowing smirk, now relaxed almost smiling. When asleep the hardened 19 year old almost looked like the young carefree man he was supposed to be. A new addition to Clark's nightly Lucas watch was the new bulge in his stomach. Lucas' normally hard, flat, tones washboard physique was being replaced by a small, round belly that contained their children. Clark slid into bed next to him and laid his head on Lucas' chest so he could watch and touch the rise and fall of their children and Lucas' breathed. According to Toby due to the accelerated rate of growth they looked to be closer to 4 ½- 5 months than 3 and Lucas should be able to feel the babies moving around inside him very soon. One of Clark's favorite things to do was to use his vision to see inside of what Lucas and what their children actually looked like. He knew this was cheating but he didn't care, it was his and a hell of a lot easier to see than that damn ultrasound machine.

It happened the next day. It was raining so Clark got his chores done extra early and headed back to the castle to watch movies with Lucas all afternoon. They were in the middle of Pulp Fiction when Lucas shot upright, from his previous position of laying down with his head on Clark's stomach. "Whoa!"

"What's wrong?" Clark asked concerned as he sat up himself.

"I…it's…they're….feel." He put Clark's hand over his abdomen where apparently the twins were learning the backstroke or how to kick.

"What?" Clark was confused, he didn't feel anything.

"Dammit, they stopped." He put his other hand next to Clark's and pressed down.

Clark's eyes went wide and he smiled brightly. "Wow!" They were really moving around in there. "I can't believe they're doing that inside you. What's it feel like?"

Lucas nodded. "It's weird. It feels like I have frogs kicking around in my stomach."

"Wow." Clark leaned over so he was eye level with Lucas' abdomen. "Hey you two. Take it easy in there. You almost gave your dad's a heart attack."

Lcuas chuckled. "You forget they're half Luthor. They're not going to listen to us when they're out here , let alone in there."

Clark sat back up and took Lucas back in his arms and lay back down. "No, our kids are going to get along, and they're going to be loved. And they can do and be whatever they want, within reason of course."

"You do realize that we have a lot of things to work out before they're born. Like names for a start. And after college where are we going to raise them? And are we getting a nanny or is one of us going to work full and the other part or is one of us not going to work at all?"

"Well I thought that we would live in the city while we were in college and then move back to Smallville."

"But what if you get a job in the city?"

"Then I'll commute."

"How, by flying?"

"Well it's not that bad a drive and I may or may not be able to fly. We've already discovered I can float, so flying may not be too far off."

"Okay back into the real world. You do realize that neither of us have to work."

"No, we are not teaching our children than it's okay to not work just because you don't have to. Do you really want to raise the next Paris Hilton?"

"Point taken. Okay, I am not against moving back to Smallville after college. I think it would be nice to raise them where you grew up, and I think having your parents around would be a good influence on them. I just want to make sure neither of us take too much time away from them during the commute to work."

"Well aren't you going to work for Luthorcorp after college?"

"Fuck no. That's for dad and Lex. Let them deal with each other at work all day."

"Well what do you want to do?"

No one had ever asked Lucas what he wanted to do with his life, truthfully he didn't think he'd be alive to see 18, let alone have a future. "You're beginning to sound like my father."

"Being mean to me won't get you out of it."

"I don't know. I've always liked writing."

"Like journalism?"

"No, like creative writing. I used to take creative writing classes when I was in school. They were the only classes that didn't bore me."

"Are you sure you don't want to work at the Daily Planet with Chloe?"

"Yes Clark that is my dying wish, to spend every day with an over caffeinated Chloe Sullivan breathing down my neck."

Clark chuckled. "Alright so you want to be a writer. And I most likely will spend my days with an over caffeinated Chloe Sullivan breathing down my neck."

"What?" Lcuas asked, Clark never talked about journalism.

"It's my thing with Chloe. We've been writing for the paper together since Jr. High. Don't tell her but I secretly like it."

"Then why are you habitually late with your articles? You do know it pisses her off to no end."

"Because it's our routine. I'm late with my article, and she yells at me, then we go out for coffee."

"You have a twisted sense of friendship."

"Alright so we've figured out what we want to do, and where we want to live sort of. I don't think a nanny would be a good idea."

"I can work from home."

"Names?"

"Well why don't we pick up one of those baby name books?"

"Alright. Just remember to rip out the 'L' section." Clark chuckled as Lucas poked him in the side.

"You're such a comedian Clark Kent."

"I try."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Watch the movie."