I know this last chapter is kinda short but I could not make it longer,I'm sorry I tend to do because I hate when things get repetitive.

Thanks to all those who gave me a review and those who intend ,big kuddos to my beta because she rocks.

Fran

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His eyes. The first thing I notice are his eyes. So blue and so beautiful. I had never seen them clear through those big, old-fashioned glasses, but now they were so vivid in my head.

Everything made sense. If it wasn't for Jason I would have never even thought about it. Clark Kent, the clumsy, dorky and sweet man from Smallville was indeed Superman. How had I never noticed? After all those years working together, so close to each other and I never noticed all the similarities between them? I can't believe I was so blind. I was looking for the truth everywhere else but here.

Oh my, God. I slept with Clark Kent.

Farm boy

Smallville.

My son's father.

"Are you mad at me, Mommy?" Jason's voice wakes me up from my daydream.

"No, baby, I'm not mad." I'm more shocked than mad. Even though when he came back, anger was the only thing I felt.

"You look like it." I shake my head slowly and squeeze his hand.

"I'm not mad at you, honey. I'm just…"

"Mad at Mr. Clark?" I'm not sure I can be mad at him anymore. I was when he left, but when he came back all of those feelings vanished with just a touch of his hand. Pathetic, but true.

"I'm not mad at Clark, sweetie."

"Do you love him then?" I can't believe I'm having this conversation with my five-year-old son.

"I think I do." I park my car in front of Clark's building. I take a small glance at his window and I can see the light on. He must be awake. I walk out of the car and grab Jason's hand. Somehow he gives me the strength I need to come forward and get this over with. Now that I desperately need to know the truth.

I knock on the door softly, knowing full well he can hear me from miles away. He probably knows it's me. He opens the door a few minutes later, smiling like he always does.

"Hi, Lois," he greets me.

"Hi, Mr. Clark." Jason waves at him, smiling happily.

"Oh, hi Jason. Please, come on in."

We step inside his apartment and a familiar smell hits me. It's a mix of aftershave and shampoo; so very Clark.

"Jason, why don't you go and watch TV while I talk to Clark." He nods and runs toward the living room.

We stand in the same spot, near the door in case I have to run away, crying like a baby. He looks so confused, as if he has no idea what's going on, as if he didn't understand anything.

I walk closer to him, our faces inches apart. He frowns, obviously shocked at the sudden intimacy and the interruption of his private space. I lift my hand to touch his jaw line, his cheek, his lips. My hand stops at the tip of his glasses and he steps back quickly.

"What are you…" he asks.

"Your eyes…your eyes are so blue." He looks down at his hands, as if the words coming out of my mouth were so shocking to him. I could even dare to say he's sad.

"We've been working together for years and you never said something like this," he says in a whisper.

"I was too blind to see…" I respond. I lift my hand once more and take his glasses off, slowly. His eyes are closed again. I don't know why he's so ashamed to look at me or even speak to me.

"You were right here, Superman." I can't be upset at him for leaving me. As much as I wanted to yell at him, to scream and demand for an explanation, I can't. My words are stuck in my throat; my heart beating so fast in my chest that I think it will come out of my mouth any second.

"How did you..." he asks.

"My kid never lies, he got that from his father." His attention was suddenly put on Jason, who was concentrated watching TV. He smiles, no longer a goofy smile but full of love and proud.

"He's so…beautiful, Lois."

"Yeah, he's yours." He squeezes my hand and drops a small kiss on my forehead. All the anger and confusion, once again, vanished. All I wanted to do was hug him and never let him go. Part of me sometimes dreamt Clark could be the one and now everything came true. All I ever wanted…

"I'm sorry, Lois. I'm so sorry I left you…" he whispered. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat; his familiar scent washing over me.

"Lets save the explanation and sorry for later, Clark." I feel his strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"I love you…" he suddenly says. I can't help but smile which makes him smile as well.

"I love you too, Clark."

"SUPERMAN! His name is Superman." We turn our heads toward Jason, who was standing next to us and couldn't help but laugh. He pulled Clark's hand, demanding his full attention.

"Are you my daddy now?" he asked, innocently. Clark looked at me searching for my answer. I could only stare at those beautiful eyes that looked so much like Jason's. I could not disregard the happy feeling inside my heart just to see father and son finally together; we could be a family.

"Only if you want to," Clark said and Jason immediately wrapped his little arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

"Yes, I do!" he turned his head toward me, his arms still around Clark's neck. "Mommy, Superman is gonna be my daddy!"

"Yes, sweetheart. Superman is your daddy."

THE END

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