A/N:
Hello there! Long time no see sorry abou that. Lets just say I had MAJOR writer's block. As for Chloe having powers in this fanfic...she doesn't have any in this "universe" of mine. I wrote this chapter as it came to me, so please R&R.
Chloe woke up, sleep dragging down her mind. She squinted in the dark, and gasped as a figure dark and tall leaned down next to her and pressed his lips to her forehead. A scent enveloped her familiar and warm. Her brain clicked as her memory identified the clean-shaven slightly woody smell. "Clark?" she said surprised. She pushed herself up on her elbows and turned on her bedside lamp. Before her, was Clark decked out in his Superman costume. He smiled at her. She shook her head, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"You know you really shouldn't curse when you're pregnant. It's bad for the baby" he replied simply. Chloe glared at him, angry that he had woken her up and showed up at her home in her bedroom. He surveyed the room, his blue eyes taking in the décor.
"Clark" she warned, pushing herself to her feet.
He sighed, "I just dropped by to see how things were going"
"In the middle of the night" she raised an eyebrow. His eyes traveled to her nightgown where her belly was, she was 6 months.
"Boy or girl?" he asked quietly. Her anger deflated as it usually did when Clark was around, "Girl"
"She should have been mine, you know that?" he asked her, his voice tight. Sudden tears built up in her eyes. "You should have called" she managed to ignore his comment.
"I didn't want to disturb you or Bruce"
"Yeah, will as you can see" she nodded to the empty bed "He's not here" Bitterness made her laugh harsh.
Clark sat on the edge of the bed. His strong shoulders sagged under the weight of the world. "Clark what's wrong?" she asked worried. It had taken her awhile to see the sadness in his clear eyes. When he didn't reply she walked up to him, and laid a small hand on his cheek. "Tell me" He shuddered as he sighed, "I've missed you a lot Chloe" She removed her hand, shaking her head knowing where the conversation was headed, "No. Not this again. Clark we've talked about it countless times. It's done." He raised his head to look at her and she backed away from him. "It's true. Chloe what do you want me to do? I love you." He said frustrated. "But you also love Lois" she replied sternly.
"Not as much as you"
"She's my cousin Clark! How dare you come to my home and tell me this while she's waiting for you to get back"
"Home…" he paused, "Is that what you've built with him? A home?"
She threw her hands up in the air, "Yes! A home and a family. You have got to stop this. If Bruce shows up he won't like you being in here. Especially in our bedroom"
He stood up to his full height all six feet and four inches. She gasped softly; she had forgotten how tall and menacing he could be. "Your bedroom?" he asked voice low. "This isn't his bedroom. Look at you Chloe, sleeping and worrying all damn night while he's out there already married to Gotham City. He can't everlove you like I can. You can have his children and live in this house but you will never be loved fully. And you know it!" he shouted. Chloe bit her trembling lip to keep from crying. His words were like a slap in the face.
"Get out! Get out! I hate you Clark Kent! Do you hear me? I hate you! Get out!" she screamed, shaking with anger.
He advanced towards her and she pushed herself back against the wall. "Don't make me call Lois." She threatened. Clark stared at her, "I hope your happy here with him" he paused "Congrats on the baby girl" he said voice dripping with envy. She should have been mine. With that last thought he walked out the red cape billowing around him. And he was gone. Chloe took in shaky breaths as he disappeared. She dropped to the floor sobbing into her hands. Meanwhile, the baby inside her kicked.