Ok, so here is the second and last chapter of this slightly long one shot :P

I really hope you enjoy reading this and for those who are reading my Superman's Little Angels, i hope this sheds a little light on the start of their rather super-family ^^

Enough babbling...ENJOY!

"Clark! Clark!...Clar-" Chloe began shouting as soon as she exited the hospital, oblivious to the stares she was receiving by those observing her cries.

Lana came rushing from the main entrance just as Chloe was about to shout for Clark again; only she managed to wrap her hand around her friends mouth just in time. "Chloe what are you doing? You need to stop this right now, people are staring, the last thing you and Clark need right now are curious people snooping around!" Lana exasperated, hand still covering Chloe's mouth, ignoring the daggers she was sending her with her eyes. "Ok?"

Chloe nodded and stayed quiet as Lana removed her hand…big mistake.

"Clark! I know you can hear me, so get your butt back here right now mister!" Chloe yelled upwards in the middle of the car park, passers by slowing to look at what all the commotion was about, Lana sighing and throwing frustrated hands up to her face as people left whispering their curiosities to one another.

Lana dropped her hands and found new determination within her, the protection of Clark's secret and their child's heritage fuelling this new found resolution, as she grabbed hold of Chloe's shoulders and pulled her away from the centre of the car park, taking her into a near by shelter away from prying eyes of the public. "Chloe what are you thinking? People could have started to get suspicious, its not everyday people start calling for the partners out of nowhere as though they will hear you from miles away. You know better than that Chloe, think of the baby…please." Lana softened her tone as Chloe's anger seemed to subside and her face fell a little as Lana's realisation sank in.

"Chloe? What's wrong, I heard you calling for me, I left as soon as I could – are you ok?" Clark's voice could suddenly be heard from just outside of the shelter, his usual work attire neatly back in place, covering the iconic shield on his chest underneath.

"Something wrong? Well where to start, oh I know how about the extended due date of our baby…the fact that I am going to be like this for another three months or maybe more! Have you seen me lately? Look how big I am, I can't wait another three months Clark, or I'll explode if this baby grows anymore." Chloe vented her rant; both Clark and Lana knowing it best to let her just get it all out before interrupting her.

Clark didn't know how to respond at first, probably as his mind worked over time trying to process all of the information Chloe was reeling off at lightening speed. Finally taking everything in, he took a deep breath and stepped towards the pregnant ball of rage in front of him and held open his arms, half expecting Chloe to throw the gesture back in his face, but the other half hoped that his instincts were right and that all his girlfriend needed was the reassurance from him that everything was going to be ok.

He was thankful the latter was right. Chloe kept the look of stubbornness of her face, looking as though she wasn't going to give in, but at the last minute her façade faded and she crumpled into Clark's arms more willingly than she would have like to have shown. "Oh Clark, I'm sorry…I…"

"Shhh, it's fine, you're going to be just fine, I am going to make sure of it, we have gotten this far, there's no way a couple more months are going to bring us down now." Clark whispered into her ear, burying his head into Chloe's hair, breathing in her sweet scent as he tried to calm her down. Noticing Lana had slipped away back to the car to give them some privacy.

Chloe didn't say anything after that, in fact Clark found himself slightly worried by her silence, which didn't lay up all the way home, even as the evening passed she didn't say more than the bare minimal when necessary.

Lana had left them after they had arrived back home, knowing it was best to give them the space they would need to figure this out together, for Chloe to know that Clark was always going to be there for her, no matter what.

Dinner had been tedious, Chloe hadn't said a word as she shovelled down her food, if she hadn't have been so damn hungry thanks to her ever demanding baby, she would have skipped it all together and gone straight to bed, but her growling stomach had other ideas. So having just finished Chloe sat quietly at the table as Clark tidied up the plates, her mind wandering back to the same topic once again, she spread her palm flat against the bulge of her stomach, her eyes never seemed to stray long without taking a glance or two down during the day, but now was more than a glance, Chloe couldn't tear her eyes away as she took in the entirety of the life growing inside of her, wishing she had Clark's ability to see into her belly at their beautiful baby boy – yes Clark had cheated, but Chloe didn't mind, it made all the shopping for baby clothes a lot easier.

As if on cue the baby kicked…a little too strongly for any normal baby, causing Chloe to gasp at the shock, Clark dropped the dishes in the sink and was at her side in seconds. "Chloe, you ok?"

"Fine, he just kicked…he's definitely got your strength." Her words came out through gritted teeth as she rubbed soothing circles across her stomach, calming the restless baby within.

Clark smiled, he couldn't put into words the pride he felt at the thought of his son and the special child he was sure to be one day, immediately excitement washed over him at the prospect of meeting his son for the first time, however he quickly pushed that feeling aside as the reality came crashing back with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

He slowly lifted his hand to place it on top of Chloe's, intertwining their fingers, meeting her stare and smiling sweetly, his other hand pulling a strand of fallen hair away from her eyes. "We have been through so much together Chloe, all the way back from high school. Three more months aren't going to change that now; we have tried too hard to let it ruin this for us. More than anything all I have ever wanted was a family of my own, and now that this dream is coming true I have never been happier…just wait until we see our beautiful baby boy for the first time, then all these months will seem nothing but a distant memory, I promise." Clark spoke lovingly, his eyes not once leaving Chloe's, noting the moisture that glistened in her green orbs, knowing she was looking back at his own tear filled crystal blues.

"I know, and I can't wait another day Clark, those three months are another three months without our baby, I can't wait that long…I want this so bad and to know that it's so close. I can't wait until we can call ourselves a 'proper' family." Chloe confessed her hearts desires with teary affection.

"It won't be long now. Come on, let's go to bed." Clark leant forwards and kissed her on the lips, only to have Chloe return the kiss with much more passion, Clark soon swept away in the same rush of emotions, unable to deny the woman he loves anything she wanted, his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, lifting her from the chair she had been sitting on. Chloe's hands found their way around Clark's neck, her fingers raking through his brown curls, drawing him nearer, sighing into his mouth, as she tasted the sweetness of his breath on her lips, making her heart shudder with her ever present need for everything that was Clark Kent.

Clark's lips left Chloe's but moved to her jaw, leaving a burning trail of kisses all the way down to her collarbone, allowing Chloe to take a gulp of much needed air into her lungs as her hands continued to thread their way through Clark's hair, preventing him from pulling away from her. His own heart racing with desire, pulling Chloe as close to him as possible, her bump stopping her from coming any closer much to their disappointment. "I…love…you Chloe…Sullivan." Clark breathed heavily in between kisses along her neck.

"Take me upstairs." Came Chloe's reply, her wish made his command as she closed her eyes to the blurring walls around her, only opening them as Clark dropped her down onto the bed.

Not wanting to risk any chances of hurting either Chloe or the baby, they had both agreed not to make love until after the baby had been born, but this didn't mean that they couldn't meet each other somewhere in the middle.

Two month later

…and Chloe was even bigger.

These last two months had racked the happy couple with bundles of nerves, both unsure whether each day was going to be the day all of their happy dreams and wishes were going to be ripped away from them all because of Clark's heritage, and the fear of the baby hurting Chloe or worse itself due to it's advancing increase of size.

Today had been exhausting for them both, emotionally and physically.

Chloe had been doing the washing up when out of nowhere she was doubled over in agony, the plates crashed all around her as she thrashed her arms to the counter in an attempt to steady herself, losing her balance and bringing the rack of plates with her crashing to the floor.

Clark had arrived home to find her collapsed in the kitchen, shards of china surrounding her and showing no signs of movement.

He had rushed her back to Dr Bradford without a moment's hesitation, Martha meeting him there after his distressed call once Chloe had been taken out of his hands, having been told there was nothing more he could do but wait until Chloe had had a physical examination.

Martha quickly spotted her 6'4" son standing almost a full foot over everyone else in the waiting room, wishing to stop him before he paced a hole right through the waiting room floor. She ran over and threw her arms around his shoulders, giving the support only a mother could provide, her hands stroking the back of his head as she tried to carry the burden of his worries along with his weight as he leant for support against her hug. "Oh Clark? How is she? Do they know what it is yet?"

"Mom, I don't know what to do, Chloe's in there in who knows what condition…they won't tell me anything! I feel so useless, I'm letting my entire family down before we even become one." Clark confessed his inner fears, allowing his mother to lead him over to the waiting room chairs to the far corner of the room, looking for a little privacy from prying ears.

"Don't you dare blame yourself for this Clark, you can't do anything more…despite what abilities you may have." Martha turned herself away from the other patients, lowering her voice, but ensuring to keep a firm hand tightly wrapped around her son's.

"I shouldn't have left her on her own, I should have kept her with me – I knew she was vulnerable without me, but there was a fire and…" Clark couldn't finish his sentence as the day's emotions caught up to him, and did they hit hard. His lower lip trembled and his throat locked up, he could feel the tears stinging behind his eyes, but he no longer had the will power to keep them at bay.

"Clark, sweetie, even Superman can't be everywhere at once. You are always there for Chloe when she needs you, and she understands your role to the people and the rest of the world, and I'm sure if she were here right now, she would tell you to stop blaming yourself and start looking to the future and the miracle you are both about to receive." Martha tried her best, but she couldn't ignore the ache in her own heart watching the turmoil grow with each passing minute across Clark's face.

"It doesn't matter, I just wish I could do more for her…I just want to see her mom, make sure she's alright – they haven't even let me in the room once, it's killing me." Clark's resolve was lost with the thoughts of his love lying in the room only a few feet away yet seeming each meter a mile knowing he couldn't go near her.

"Shh, I'm sure they are just taking precautions for the safety of the baby. Wait here and I will go and see what I can find out." Martha gave her son another lingering hug, kissing him lightly on the forehead before stepping away and heading towards the receptionist, her years as State Senator enforcing her air of authority as she strutted towards the oblivious receptionist, ready to use every trick of the trade in order to find out the information both her son and herself desperately needed.

She wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Martha reached the desk and cleared her throat, catching the attention of the woman behind it. "Excuse me, my son over there is trying his very best not to break down as we very speak, his partner is under your care – Chloe Sullivan and we wish to be kept informed of her progress if it isn't too much trouble. I'm sure that could be arranged don't you think, seeing as this is a hospital and you're main aim is to help those who need it, including their relatives and loved ones? Or do I need to get involved myself…" Martha left her sentence hanging in the air between them for a while, her face unwavering in its resolve.

"Well…I…who and what authority do you have here that can affect such matters may I ask?" The receptionist was quick, Martha would give her that, but this could easily be dealt with.

"That would be the State Senator thank you very much – now about my daughter-in-law?" Martha stared the poor woman down after handing over her ID and proof of her position, the blonde securitized the ID but couldn't find anything off about it, she passed it back with a scowl of annoyance plastered all over her face.

"I will go and see what I can do." With that she stood from her desk and walked away from the situation with a relief. Martha proud of her accomplishment made her way back to Clark and took a seat.

"Mom, was that really necessary? I think you scared her to death." Clark added his opinion towards his mother's tactics with a sly eyebrow raised in her direction.

"Well it was if it works."

"Let's hope it does, I'm going crazy not knowing how she is. I can't even listen into the room, it's lined with lead to keep any electrical devices from interfering with their machinery." Clark explained with a sigh, however his mood picked up slightly as the now concerned looking receptionist came back into the waiting room, Dr Bradford in tow, pointing him towards Clark and Martha's direction.

"Clark, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting but with the minimal staff I have working on this – delicate case, you must understand I haven't had the time to come see you." Dr Bradford tried to cover himself from Superman's wrath before bearing him with the news to come.

"Yes, yes…I don't care Dr, how is Chloe?"

"Come with me, I think it best if we discuss this a little more privately." He lead the way towards Chloe's room, dismissing the two nurses in there with her, and closing the door behind them.

Chloe was asleep in the bed and Clark was at her side before the door was even closed. "Oh Chloe, can you hear me? I'm here baby…I'm here, don't worry, everything is going to be fine – I promise." Clark's tears from earlier made a repeat appearance at the sight of Chloe unconscious and wired up to multiple machines beside her bed, the monotonous beeping of her hear monitor the only sound in the room as all within fell silent. He leant forwards and kissed Chloe's forehead, stroking her face with his hand that wasn't clutching her own with dear life.

"Dr, please can you tell us what is happening before…please, how is she?" Martha was the first to speak, knowing her son needed this time to simply share a moment with the love of his life before he was bombarded with any news that could possibly tip him over this very fine edge he was currently balancing on.

"Well, the best we can tell is that Chloe's body is somewhat, I guess you could say 'rejecting' the baby."

"What do you mean, rejecting? Is the baby ok?" Clark suddenly asked from his vigil next to the bed. His concerns doubling as did his fears of losing not only his Chloe but the baby too.

"The baby is fine, great actually, it's Chloe who isn't doing too well. Obviously speculation is our only vice right now given the complications of this pregnancy, but if I had to make an educated guess, I would say that the baby has grown to it's full size but along with it it's appetite has increased too, meaning Chloe's body is failing to give it all the nutrition it needs, thus draining Chloe of the nutrition her own body needs in order to function." Dr Bradford had moved to stand on the opposite side of the bed from Clark, occupying his hands with checking and re-checking the tubing attached to Chloe's arms rather than meeting Clark's continuous stare.

"Hang on a minute…what does this mean, for Chloe I mean. Does this mean she is going to…is she in danger?" Martha rephrased her question before she could voice her first innermost fear.

"As far as we can tell, if the baby is this far developed then there seems no reason to not go ahead with a C-section as soon as possible – and if I am correct, this would give us the time to rehabilitate Chloe back to full health in a matter of days, hours even." The Dr's words picked up momentum as his enthusiasm and confidence grew.

"So Chloe is going to be ok? The baby too?" Martha asked clarifying the Dr's statement's, not wanting to be roped into a false sense of security.

"That's right, if you wish for us to go ahead with the C-section, I can have an OR prepped in fifteen minutes." His question this time was directed towards Clark. "Are you ready to become a father for the first time?" He was wearing a genuine smile now, hoping to encourage the same reaction from the two family members in the room with him.

Clark looked from the Dr back to his mother at the door, seeing her own smile and warm nod of the head is agreement, he looked back to Dr Bradford and smiled.

"I'm ready."

The next hour was once again filled with worry and nerves, but now for a different reason, not in fear but anticipation…excitement even.

Clark was finally going to meet his son and he had the Doctor's word that Chloe was going to be fine. All the worrying they had done over the last eleven months was all about to be put behind them as their first miracle child was brought into the world.

Clark had been allowed in the room with Chloe as the C-section took place, swapping his blue spandex suit for blue hospital scrubs and mask, he stood encouragingly beside Chloe the whole time, not once letting go of her hand, even though she was still unconscious, he didn't want her to be alone in this, he always has and always will be there for her.

It wasn't long until the midwife had completed the surgery and was removing their beautiful baby boy from Chloe's stomach. Clark's senses were numb with happiness, so numb in fact he never realised that in the two minutes that their baby had been brought into the world he hadn't yet cried. That's when the silence of the room dawned onto him like a punch to the gut.

"Is he ok?" He didn't even hear his own voice ask the question as the midwife worked manically over his new son, Dr Bradford aiding in her attempt to get the baby breathing.

Minutes seemed like hours as time passed and yet still no cry. Clark desperately wanted to go over to them and see what was taking so long, but his resolve to stay with Chloe and the fact that he knew there was nothing he could do stopped him.

So he was reduced to standing helpless once again and watching on as his son's life was hanging on the balance.

That's when he heard it, the first startled yelp of a baby as it took its first breath. Everyone in the room let out their own cry of relief and happiness as the baby continued to scream for his parents in the arms of the midwife.

Clark released the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding all the while his son wasn't breathing himself. "Thank god…Chloe, we did it…we have a baby." Clark's grin couldn't spread any wider as he tingled with anticipation of holding his new baby boy.

The midwife cleaned the baby and started towards the proud father. "Would you like to hold you son? He's one strong baby you know – must take after his father." Clark's gaze shifted uncomfortably towards Dr Bradford, hoping that his trust in this woman was well placed, as the sudden wash of fear of his secret being revealed to the world, endangering not only himself but his family.

Family.

His family.

He liked the sound of that.

Finding his voice at the strange look he was receiving from the midwife he answered with a slight cough. "Y-yes, I would. Thank you." Clark held his arms open, finally releasing Chloe's hand but she would understand, he wanted to savour the feel of his son with both hands, he didn't want to let anything escape the perfect moment right here and now.

The baby instinctively reached out with his hand towards Clark's face once he was settles comfortably and perfectly in Clark's powerful arms, yet his grip on his son was a little more than father light, afraid of hurting this fragile baby in his arms. "Hello, you are so beautiful, such blue eyes." Clark was in awe of the bundle of joy before him, he stroked a gentle finger across the rosy pink cheek, smiling even wider, watching with teary eyes the baby boy react to the touch of his father, snuggling himself even closer into the heat of Clark's body.

"He get's those from his father…" Chloe's weak voice penetrated the blissful moment of awe, pulling Clark's attention back to the mother of his child still slightly out of it on the bed beside him.

"Chloe…" Everything was perfect, Chloe was awake and seemingly fine, just exhausted and their son was perfectly healthy. "Look at what we have created, he's perfect."

Chloe's smile beamed in sync with Clark's as she craned her neck forward to get a better look at her son. Clark leant down to Chloe's level, positioning the baby in his arms so she could get a closer look. She lifted a weak hand from her side and traced the baby's angelic features with pure affection and love.

"Perfect, and just as handsome as his father it would seem."

"There's just as much of his mother's strength in him too, I can tell he is going to be as much to handle as you my dear." Clark couldn't help but follow on with Chloe's banter, unsure how to express all of the emotions rising in his all at once.

"We'll see about that Mr Kent." Chloe smiled down at their wriggling baby in Clark's arms and for the first time since finding out she was pregnant she wasn't worried. In fact she was amazed at the life they had made from their love, knowing that their family had finally started and along with it their long and happy life together, forever.

Martha couldn't stay seated no matter how much she tried, it had been an hour since they had gone into the OR and she hadn't heard anything as of yet. All her worst fears were plaguing her subconscious, she had to stop thinking of the worst case scenario, she had to keep herself strong for Clark and Chloe…if anything had gone wrong, she would have to be there to keep them together.

Before she could lose her mind completely, she suddenly spotted Dr Bradford exit the OR and she leapt from her seat and almost knocked him off of his feet in her rush. "Dr, is everything ok, Chloe and the baby, are they…"

"They're fine – both of them. You have a perfectly healthy Grandson Mrs Kent, and Chloe is going to be fine, she is already recovering remarkably fast, I have great confidence that she will be able to go home in the next couple of days, if not tomorrow at her rate of recovery."

Martha's heart skipped a beat out of pure joy, they were both going to be ok and she had a Grandson. "Can I see them?"

"Of course, would you like to step in…" Dr Bradford held the door open for Martha and took a breath then stepped inside, tears wetting her cheeks at the sight before her.

Clark was lying beside Chloe on the bed, Chloe's head resting on his chest, either of their arms around their new son, protectively, as if scared he would be taken form them at any moment.

They were a perfect family.

"Oh Clark he's beautiful." Martha gushed as she stepped forwards to get a closer look.

"He sure is. Would you like to hold your Grandson?" Chloe asked, looking up, using all her energy, she was still very tired, but nothing was going to keep her from watching her son, not even exhaustion.

"I would love to." Clark handed him over and beamed with pride as he looked at his mother holding his very own flesh and blood son.

"Hello baby, welcome to the world – oh, Clark have you both thought of a name yet? We can't keep calling him baby."

"Not yet…" Chloe started to speak up.

"Actually, I have. If you don't mind…" Clark looked down to Chloe for her sign of approval before revealing his choice.

"Of course not Clark, what did you have in mind?" Chloe asked, her curious side hadn't waned during the pregnancy.

"Well, thanks to Jor-El's training, it also meant I know most if not all names and their meanings, and one seems to fit perfectly." Clark felt he had to explain the reasoning behind his choice, but he should have known his girlfriend better than that.

"Clark! Just get on with it, we are all dying to hear what name you have chosen…I have to decide if I like it first." Chloe couldn't keep up the tough façade though, she laughed at Clark's mock hurt expression, smiling back at him in encouragement to continue.

"Ok, ok…how about the name Connor?" Clark spoke the name more towards his son, testing to see if the baby reacted to the name, he did, his head turned slightly towards Clark, the cutest smile turning the corners of his mouth.

"I guess that's your answer then. Connor Kent huh? I like it." Chloe spoke approvingly, leaning up to Clark and happily returning the kiss he gave her.

"I do too, it's a strong name, and I'm sure your father would think so to Clark." Martha added wistfully, briefly looking up the heavens as though hearing a the approval from Jonathon herself.

"I'm glad."

"So what does it mean?" Chloe asked.

"It means strength and powerful among men." Clark replied, not once taking his eyes off of Connor now sleeping soundly in his Grandmother's arms.

"I agree, it fits perfectly Clark." Chloe replied, allowing Clark to wrap her in a deeper hug, feeling her own lids closing as her tiredness overcame her, knowing that all of her family were safe and feeling blessed to have been given such a beautiful baby boy.

Martha nodded and smiled down at the sleeping form happily cuddled in her arms. "Welcome to the family Connor Kent, you are going to be blessed with a bright future and a family who love you."

"And hopefully given a few more siblings along the way." Clark added.

Chloe's eye's widened as she heard Clark's words. "I think one is enough right now…I think I have been drained enough for one year Clark." Chloe spoke with conviction, but the sleep couldn't help its way into her voice.

"Sure thing Chloe, we'll see…I don't think this is the end of our family though, not if I have anything to say about it."

"You'll see Clark Kent, I will always get my way…" Chloe's sentence drifted along with her consciousness as that sleep exhaustion finally kicked in, her eyes drifted shut and within seconds she was asleep.

"I for one can't wait to meet more Grandchildren of mien dear…I'm sure she will come around."

"I know she will, after all she already promised me at least another two." Clark chuckled lightly not wanting to wake Chloe.

"Ok dear, well I think I will go and put this little angel to bed too, looks like he is just as tired as his mom." Martha placed Connor into the cot on the other side of the room.

"Thank you mom."

"You're welcome. Now get some sleep, you look exhausted yourself, I will let the Doctors know not to disturb you both."

"Ok. Mom?"

"Yes Clark?"

"Do you really think Dad is watching?" Clark asked quietly, his heart aching slightly at the thought of his father, but more in the thought that he would never get to meet his Grandson.

"I'm positive sweetie, he wouldn't have missed this for the world." With that Martha left her son to get some sleep, allowing a lone tear to fall in memory of her husband, but her grief was quickly replaced with love for the new member of her family. Knowing that she would have new memories to keep her company in the years to come, and excited to watch her Grandson become the powerful man she knows he will be.

Connor Kent, welcome to the world.

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So after reading this, how many of you would be interested in reading another of these but centered on the arrival of John and Lara Kent?

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