Morning came and Chloe was the first awake…again. She had ended up sleeping in Clark's arms on the sofa, right now grateful that her boyfriend was Superman and couldn't be hurt or be made uncomfortable with her lying on top of him all night. She felt safe in his arms, a feeling indescribable…impossible to be put into words, he infused her with love and warmth, somehow making her feel the luckiest woman alive, without doing anything, merely holding her was enough to make her feel this way.

Lifting her head slightly she watched the man she had loved for many years sleep peacefully under her touch, as she ran her hand across his perfectly etched features, memorising each handsome line on his face, drinking in the sight of her Superman.

Moving her hand downwards, she rested it upon his solid yet comfortable chest, intent to just feeling his heart thump beneath her hand. She couldn't help herself, she ran her fingertips lightly over his bare skin, she would never tell him this, but no matter how much she understood or witnessed his abilities, he still amazed her every time he done something super. His impenetrable skin was no different. Everyday she would have the pleasure of being this close to him, yet she was always surprised to touch his skin and only feel soft flesh under her touch, he was the 'man of steel' as dubbed by Lois and herself, but she had never felt skin so soft, she found it hard to believe that nothing could penetrate or flaw his perfect body.

She sometimes felt jealous, but couldn't imagine having to deal with what Clark had to deal with in his everyday life. He once told her that every minute of everyday; he has to keep a check on his abilities, every time he shook someone's hand, every time he lifted something in front of people, every time he touched…her. He held great power, but it didn't come without the price of responsibility, it was always up to him how hard he touched something or someone and it was that will power, that control that he had gained throughout his life here on earth that Chloe respected the most…she didn't believe she could ever hold that responsibility and she was glad she was here to help Clark maintain that inner power and its that which Chloe saw Clark truly as a Superman.

Her mind drifting to thoughts of Clark and herself, Chloe feel back to sleep happily dreaming of the life awaiting them in the future.

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Martha awoke not long after, waking up early on her farm, a hard habit to shake she thought to herself as she made her way down stairs in her dressing gown.

As she came into the living she spotted Chloe asleep in Clark's arms and stood capturing the sight of her son truly peaceful with the love of his life. She moved closer and noticed their blanket had fallen to the floor, picking it up she caringly placed back over the couple, careful not to wake them.

Leaving them to sleep for longer, she made a fresh pot of coffee and happily began completing some simple farm chores, trivial aspects of her old life that she missed. Having to feed the chickens, make bread, yield the crops, it was hard for her to retire old habits as she quickly got dressed and enjoyed walking around outside, eventually making her way up into the barn.

She could remember clear as day when Jonathon made the barn into a sacred place for Clark to call his own. He had called it his 'fortress of solitude', because it seemed this was always where Clark would go when he had something on his mind. Martha felt a tear trickle down her cheek at the distant memories, picturing Clark and his father working on the tractor in the barn, Jonathon trying for what seemed to be the hundredth time to get the ting started, as Clark, even at the age of 10 stood holding the entire back end of the tractor clear off the ground. He definitely saved us money for labour and tools She strangely thought out of nowhere, moving towards the old tractor which still sat in the barn today.

She didn't know how long she had been out there until her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Clark's voice.

"Mum…what you doing out here?"

"Oh Clark, you startled me dear…nothing really, old habits die hard I guess, I woke up early and couldn't help myself to doing some chores around the house, I miss it you know" Martha emotionally stated, feeling her eyes fill up with tears again.

"I understand…there are so many memories in this place, but some are better left in the past, everyday I come in here and all I can see past the good times is dad lying on the floor…it haunts me…even now" Clark opened up, sitting on the tractor besides his mother, looking just outside the barn door where he and his mother had watched his father die in his arms.

"Oh Clark I didn't think that still haunted you…I'm sorry I'm not here to help with the pain" Martha consoled, the tears she fought to fight back, now making an appearance and she watched her son's cheeks wet with tears of his own. Leaning across she took her son…her boy into her arms and held his shacking frame in her embrace, whispering soothing tones into his ear.

Mother and son sat together, both happy to be in each others arms, both sharing a common sadness…both trying to live.

Sorry about the short chapter..will be writing more soon...keep reading, hope your liking it :D