Alright everyone, half of this chapter was written during finals when I got bored with studying and half was written after over 30 hours of not sleeping. So if it gets a little bad blame finals week.

Summer was almost over. It was mid-August and there was only a week and a half left before the kids moved to Metropolis. Chloe and Clark were just about all packed and ready to go. All preparations for the babies were almost finished the nurseries in the castle and the penthouse were finished and completely furnished with just about every baby thing you could imagine, no Lionel wasn't going overboard not at all. Lucas's stomach now the size of a 7 month pregnancy, resembled a soccer ball, they were still in the process of picking out names, fielding suggestions from their own families and Chloe who was secretly dating Lex much to Lucas and Clark's amusement. Due to Clark's x-ray vision they just happened to walk into the office when Chloe and Lex were making out, more than a few times, and enjoyed watching them scramble for space and an intelligible story as to why Chloe was over, it was all rather amusing.

Lucas was still fighting with his father and brother to let him go along with Chloe and Clark and stay at the penthouse. Unfortunately for him the one thing in life that those two could agree on was that he needed to stay in Smallville until the twins were born. It probably didn't help Lucas's case that he was constantly interrupting Lex and Chloe but he'd never give up his fun, especially now since he was too big to play billiards comfortably. He argued that the penthouse could be fitted with a birthing room just as the castle had but no one would budge on this. He wanted to murder both of them, why oh why did the one thing they agreed on have to interfere with his life? Damn them! He'd hoped Clark would be on his side here and convince them to let him come along, after all who can say no to Clark Kent innocent farm boy extraordinaire? Well that didn't matter because apparently Clark was in on the whole conspiracy because as it stood right now Lucas was going to be in Smallville until at least October while Clark and Chloe left for Metropolis.

Clark promised to come home on weekends and as much during the week as he could, which was the last thing Lucas wanted him to do. Not because he didn't want him there, that was why Lucas wanted to go to Metropolis to be with Clark, but because he wanted Clark to have some semblance of 'normal college life' before the twins came and super-speeding home every other night, when the drive is almost 2 hours, or coming home every weekend does not leave much time for an active social life or making new friends. Lex had tried to make the situation better by telling Lucas that he could go up there on weekends if he wanted to, although that would require him to ride in the limousine, plus 2 hours in the car when you need to have to have regular access to a restroom because someone was using your bladder as a heavy bag or a pillow almost constantly was not a good idea, so that basically wasn't gonna happen. Plus Clark was completely opposed to him having to come that far for such a short period of time when he could run home in 5 minutes, 3 if he was in a hurry. Lionel had even moved their weekly lunch/checkup to the castle and made it dinner instead, Lucas hated being fussed over and Lionel making a concession on a previous decree was just as good as fussing. Truthfully it was all beginning to wear on Lucas's nerves, that and the hormones, he just needed a break.

Jonathan and Clark's yearly father son fishing trip was a godsend.

"Ow dammit!" Lucas groaned as he was awoken from his all too short nap on the couch.

"What's wrong dear?" Martha asked from the kitchen where she was fixing sandwiches for the two of them.

"They seem to think my internal organs and ribs are there for their own personal amusement." Lucas said with a small smile as he slowly sat up to look over at Martha.

"I'm sure they don't mean it." Martha said with a smile as she sat down next to him, placing the plates in her hand on the coffee table.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Lucas joked. "Hey that wasn't very nice." He looked down at his stomach and admonished his children as someone kicked him in the ribs. He rubbed his hands over tired eyes and stretched as best he could.

"May I?" She asked gesturing to his stomach.

"Of course Martha."

She reached over and placed her hands on his rounded stomach. She could feel them moving around inside and a foot made contact with her hands. "They are active aren't they." She marveled.

"Yes they are." He said with a smile.

"You haven't been getting much sleep have you?" Martha observed.

"No." He admitted. "Whenever I try these two think it's play time." He said as he clasped his hands over his stomach and laid his head on the back of the couch, still smiling. "Besides even if they give me a break…"

"What's wrong? Are you fighting with Clark?"

"No, no, nothing like that." Lucas said as he sat back up straight to talk to her.

"Lex and your father…"

"I assure you Martha they are behaving themselves, although they're being a little too civil for my taste." He said with a smirk.

"Well then what's wrong?" She pressed.

She was concerned because both Clark and Lucas seemed a bit wary of something lately and neither would say why. Which is why she was pleased to have Lucas here this week. Both Lex and Lionel were out of town on business for the week and Clark and Jonathan were on their yearly fishing trip which both she and Lucas had to guilt, threaten, promise and then shove Clark out the door for. Thereby leaving Lucas to stay with Martha for the week, Chloe had offered to stay with him at the castle but she had insisted he stay at the farm with her because if anything did happen she was sure she was more equipped to care for Lucas than he and Chloe were. Plus Martha hadn't had a chance to get as close to Lucas as she was to Lex until now and she was enjoying it. He and Clark spent nearly all their free time at the castle compared to the time they spent at the farm, probably because it provided more privacy and Lucas was now finding it hard to do things like drive because of his extra girth, and when they were at the farm Lex or Chloe or both usually weren't far behind, Clark was always somewhere nearby as was Jonathan and even Lionel had become a frequent and welcome visitor, she wanted to get closer to Lucas. There hadn't been a day this week where he didn't surprise her with some hidden talent or knowledge or shared interest. He was truly a remarkable boy and she wished he had been with them longer and not led such a tough life until now.

When he didn't answer her, instead nibbled on his bottom lip obviously deep in thought, she asked him again. "Lucas what's wrong? You can tell me." She said gently.

He looked down at a magazine on the coffee table in front of them. "I don't know how to be a good parent." His voice was soft and scared, instead of strong and confident as it usually was. "I never had a family until now and I'm afraid of screwing this up."

Martha wrapped an arm around the boy next to her and with her other hand laid his head on her shoulder and stroked his hair like she did for Clark when he was scared. "You are going to be a fine parent. I'm not saying you are going to be perfect because none of us are and I know the concept of family has been quite foreign to you until now but we are here to help you."

"But how do I become the kind of parent you and Jonathan are?"

"And how is that?"

"Are you kidding me? You and Mr. Kent are Clark's whole world."

"Well I don't know if we're his whole world. All we did was try to raise him as our parents had raised us."

"That would prove to be futile in my case."

"True, but you still know more than you're giving yourself credit for. You really need to be having this talk with Clark. Together you two will be able to get through this." She gave him a small squeeze and let him sit up.

He squeezed her back. "Thanks Mrs. Kent." He went quiet again.

"That's not all that's wrong is it?"

"This isn't fair to Clark." He blurted out.

"What isn't fair to Clark?"

"Nothing's ever been normal for him. He's always had to hide who he is and worry about people finding out and Jor-el. He's supposed to leave for four years of unbridled fun under the guise of higher education. He's supposed to go out and make new friends and study abroad and do anything else he wants to do before becoming an adult. And now because of me he'll have two kids and a while new set of circumstances to lie about. If I had just stayed in Central City instead of coming home his life would be fine."

"No, if you had stayed in Central City instead of coming home he would be miserable. Clark has been happier these past four months than I have seen him on the past four years and that is largely due to you. I'm not saying this is the way I envisioned Clark's life turning out but I'm not upset about it in the least and neither is he and you shouldn't be either. You are special to him, and you are going to have 2 beautiful children together and that is all that matters. So he doesn't go to a few keg parties or join a fraternity. We both know that neither of those things are for Clark anyway. So stop worrying about everything. It is going to be okay."

He gave a small smile. "I guess you're right."

"Good now let's have lunch because I am starved and you are eating for three."

"Oh don't remind me." He said with a chuckle. "All they want to do is eat."

"I wonder where they got that from." She sadi as they both shared a laugh.

The lake

Clark and Jonathan were sitting side by side in their fishing boat. Each was quiet, 'fish don't like noise' Jonathan told Clark when he was little and prone to jumping up and yelling "Fishy!' every time one swam near by, successfully scaring them off. "Um dad." Clark said, unsure of himself, breaking the silence.

"Yes son?" Jonathan answered, his eyes never straying from the lake in front of him.

"I um wanted to say thank you for understanding everything and not disowning me or anything."

Jonathan set his pole down and looked over at Clark. "Clark I would never turn my back on you like that." His voice was full of concern. "Don't ever think I would."

"No I know that but still thanks for everything. Like making an effort to get along with Lionel, and giving Lucas a second chance, and not minding that your only son is a gay alien soon to be father of two. I know none of this has been easy, especially on top of everything else regarding my heritage."

"You are my son and I will love you no matter what." He reached over and hugged Clark tight.

"I love you too dad." Clark made sure not to squeeze back too hard before letting his dad go.

"As for Lionel, he takes some getting used to and when he's not trying to be an intimidating corporate giant he can be a decent person. And like it or not we're going to be family from now on." And Martha had told him that if he didn't make a better effort with Lionel that he would be sleeping with the cows from now on, but Clark didn't need to know that. "Lucas is not necessarily the person I thought you would end up with but that doesn't mean I'm unhappy about it. Once he put the tough guy routine behind him and let himself be open to others I could see the person he really is and he really cares for you."

"He still has some trust issues though, not as many as before but they're still there."

"Clark all couples have their problems but you work through them. Lucas has been hurt by others his entire life but I can see that he places a good amount of himself in your care. Just be careful with him."

"I will."

"I know Lionel sped a few things up in senate after he heard about the two of you. Are you making any plans for that?"

"We've kicked the idea around, we want to, but we decided not to make anything permanent on paper until after the twins are born and things settle down a bit."

"I hate to tell you this Clark but things won't settle down for another 18 years at least." Jonathan said with a chuckle.

"I know, but hopefully by the time we do decide to Lucas will be back in arguing shape and we'll be able to ensure Lionel does not make a media circus out of this. We want to lead a quiet life, we don't want to be the archetype."

"That's a good idea, especially given the special circumstances." Something gave Jonathan's pole a tug.

"I think you have a fish dad."

"That it does." Jonathan picked his pole back up and landed a large catfish.

It was a good week, Jonathan and Clark got to be father and son like old times, and maybe for the last time because soon Jonathan would be grandpa and Clark would be dad. Part of Jonathan's heart cried at the thought and part was damn proud of the man Clark had become.

The end of the week came just as quickly as it began, although at times it seemed as if it would never end. When Jonathan and Clark pulled up to the house Martha was gardening.

"Hi mom." Clark said as he hopped out of the truck.

"Hello sweetie." She said as she gave him a hug. "How was your trip?"

"It was good." They walked to the back of the truck and started to unload it. "How were things here?"

"Good."

"Hi sweetheart." Jonathan greeted his wife with a kiss, much to Clark's discomfort.

"Clark why don't you go see Lucas he missed you." Martha suggested, basically so she and her husband could make out.

"Alright, later." Clark went into the house to go find him. A quick scan told him that Lucas was asleep in his bed. Clark smirked and zipped upstairs. Lucas was completely zonked out and didn't even move a muscle when the door opened. He thought Lucas looked so cute, all curled up and asleep in his bed, although he'd never tell him that, Luthors don't do cute especially overly hormonal ones. Clark walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and gingerly ran his fingers through Lucas' hair and dropped a kiss in his forehead.

"Mmmm." Lucas moaned contently coming out of his slumber. Slowly he opened his eyes and smiled upon seeing Clark. "Hey." He said, staying Laying on his side, with a pillow under his stomach.

"Hey, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Liar."

Clark snickered at the accusation. "You caught me. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Your mom took good care of us."

"I knew she would. Got room for one more in there?" Clark asked.

"Not until you take a shower. You reek of fish and sweat."

"You never minded when I stank like sweat before." Clark chided.

"I was never 4 months pregnant before." Lucas answered.

"Fine, I'll shower then we can sleep until dinner."

"Okay."

Clark gave him another kiss and got up to take a shower.

"Clark?"

"Yeah."

"What's your mom's middle name?"

"Danielle. Why?"

"Just wondering."

"Alright. I'll be back in a few minutes."