Nightwing509: Thanks! I thought it would suit them better if their first fight was about something serious and not silly boyfriend/girlfriend stuff.

Lil: Ahh, the cuteness. I really do try to make them light and likeable. I'm so glad you like the way I write them.

The fallen sky: Yeah the handholding obsession was a must. I figured Chloe would make a deal about it, because she's intuitive enough to recognize that there are many different types of handholding.

Lol, you're totally right. I know Chloe skips breakfast often. Clark does too, but I figured the fact that he didn't do anything about it this time, not that he realizes he loves her, would make him feel crappy. He's really good at making himself feel crappy for no reason.

I am not a huge tease. I'm a…a…suspense builder, Yeah, that's what I am;)

Whatareweafraidof: Yeah, I tried to do that on purpose. I didn't want it to be super obvious because then Clark would've picked up on it sooner;).

AStanely1991: Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. I know what you mean though. It seems as though the Clark is dying down on this site; but no worries, I've got a whole load of Chlarkness to write and post for you guys;)

Guest 1, Guest 2, Jeremy Shane: Thanks!

Madlenita: Lol. Bad Chloe tummy is right!

Shonnia22: Lol. Yeah, Clark is practically obsessed with getting them, his little Clark and Chloe.

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"Are you gonna eat that?" Chloe asks, pointing at Clark's plate.

Clark frowns, first at his plate, then at his Chloe. That's his line. He's supposed to be asking Chloe for her food before taking it off her plate before she gets the chance to give her verbal consent. That's the way it's always been.

But Chloe's gobbled down her chicken fingers and curly fries, and now she's pointing at the onion ring on his plate. His very last one! He's already mentally savored it and everything, trying to make the goodness of the fried deliciousness last because there's no more after this one unless he buys more.

And now he's got to give it away? If there was ever a true test of love, this is it.

"Sure, Chloe. It's yours," Clark answers, putting a smile on his face so that she doesn't see how truly sad he is over this.

Chloe shakes her head and laughs. "I'm just kidding, Clark. Can't you see this?" She points at her no longer flat stomach. "I'm stuffed."

Clark doesn't look at Chloe's stomach. He chooses to scoop up his last onion ring before she can change her mind.

"Oh," Chloe moans. "Don't ever let me eat this much again. I don't care if I've skipped a thousand breakfasts!"

Clark had a humorous reply for that. He really did; but as soon as he looked up at her his eyes went straight to her stomach and the belly rub she was giving herself. The way her stomach was protruding a little, and the constant rub of her hand against it, well, she kinda looked…pregnant.

Automatically his brain indulges in another daydream. One where Chloe's pregnant with their first child, their Little Clark. She's hungry and getting crankier by the minute. She's been trying to fix herself a sandwich for a while now, but Little Clark keeps rolling around and kicking her. So Clark, being the wonderful husband and soon-to-be-father that he is, walks over to her and finishes making her sandwich for her in less than three seconds flat. Then, he sits down at the table, pulls her into his lap, and starts to rub her tummy for her. Little Clark calms down immediately at his daddy's touch, and Chloe is able to enjoy her sandwich in peace. She's so grateful to him that she thanks him by –

"Oh, look what I found!" Chloe exclaims excitedly. She's waving a ten dollar bill in Clark's face. "I must've forgotten I had this."

Clark openly scowls at Chloe. He doesn't mean to; it's just…it was a really good daydream, and it was just about to get a hundred times better when Chloe interrupted it to show him the money she found in her pocket; money that he had to sneak into her pocket because he knows she won't let him pay for her meal like a normal boyfriend does for his girl!

And now he's down right glaring at her.

"What's the matter with you?" Chloe frowns back at Clark, completely, and utterly confused by his abrupt change in mood. They were having such a good time before. Now he's glaring at her, just out of the blue. What could she have possibly done wrong?

Clark's face softens immediately. This is not Chloe's fault. It's just that, he's never wanted anything so much as to have this family with her. The tangibility of his future family is driving him absolutely mad. He can see them, feel them, so clearly. They're so real to him. So real, but he can't have this family without Chloe.

He has to make this family real for her to. He knows that if she could just "meet" his Little Chloe and his Little Clark, he'd be that much closer to having his family; that she'd fall just as much in love with them as he has.

"Earth to Clark." Chloe snaps her fingers in front of Clark's face. She asked him what was wrong with him after he glared at her for no reason, and then as a response, he spaced out.

Yeah, she's downright worried about him now.

Clark shakes his head, coming back from being off with the fairies, or wherever he had gone.

He catches the hand she has held up a few inches in front of his face, and their previous hand holding thing resumes as he interlaces his fingers through hers.

"I'm sorry about earlier Chloe. I didn't mean to look at you that way." Clark starts off. "It's just that I was having a really good daydream and you kind of interrupted it."

Chloe doesn't respond. She can tell there's more he wants to say. The way his eyebrows keep knitting and un-knitting together, he's trying to put his thoughts into the right words.

It's alarming for Chloe. It makes her nervous. She bites her lip, wanting him to hurry up and get it over with. A Clark Kent who is trying to figure out how to say something, is always delivering bad news. Well, that's been her experience anyway.

"Just daydreaming about what?" Chloe prompts, regretting it immediately. Does she really want to know what Clark's thinking up there?

Clark takes a deep breath. Chloe takes one with him. Then he exhales out a, "you were pregnantandI hadto rub yourbellyforyou because oflittleClark."

Needless to say, Chloe didn't get any of that. "What?" she asks.

"Well, you were hungry, and he wouldn't stay still."

What? That made absolutely no sense!

"Clark, I'm lost. Can you maybe start from the beginning?" Chloe says slowly and clearly so that maybe Clark will mimic her speech pattern.

Clark takes another deep breath and places his other hand over their already linked hands. He looks Chloe straight in the eyes before speaking, making sure he doesn't begin until he has her utmost attention.

"In my daydream," he begins as if he's telling a child a bedtime story. "You were pregnant with our first child. He doesn't really have a name so I've been calling him Little Clark all day." Clark grins widely as Chloe eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp of surprise. It's not a gasp that means she's creeped out, or disgusted, or even uncomfortable. Surprise was the main emotion that came out of the gasp, but underlying it was intrigue and a sliver of disbelief; like she was expecting something awful, but was taken aback by good news. Okay, so he maybe did a little wishful thinking with the interpretation of her gasp, but he is a hundred percent sure she's not gonna run for the hills. She wants to hear more, and that gives him the courage to continue with more confidence. "Anyway, you were really hungry and you kept trying to fix yourself a sandwich but Little Clark kept moving around and kicking you. You were getting frustrated because all you wanted to do was eat, but he was making it impossible; so, I made your sandwich for you. Then I sat you down in my lap and rubbed your belly, which made Little Clark stop squirming so that you could eat. You were so happy you were gonna reward me, but that's when you interrupted me to tell me about the money you found in your pocket." Clark shrugs, like he's over it.

"Whoa," is all Chloe can say. It's all that comes to mind. She removes her hand from Clark's needing to wipe it against her thigh. All of a sudden it's become unbearably sweaty.

She can't believe it. Clark said he's been calling their son, their son, Little Clark all day! Okay, she's had daydreams of having a family with Clark before, but never like that. There were never any memories made up, the children were always faceless as well as sexless; it was always more or less a thought that popped into her head, one that she never expanded on. Not the way Clark just did.

She pinches herself on the thigh. Literally. If she's dreaming she wants to wake up now, before something more happens between her and Clark, because if she loses anything more than this, anything at all, she won't ever survive it.

Clark grabs Chloe's hand, concern written all over his face. Why the hell is she pinching herself like that? "Chloe?"

Chloe looks into Clark's eyes. This is real. This moment is real, and they can have more real moments together. She can see it.

"So, uh, we're going to have a boy?" Chloe asks, a little nervous about playing this little game of fantasy with Clark; but also wanting to see where it goes.

Clark grins back at her and squeezes her hand gently, reassuringly. He can't believe it. She's playing along with him! He can tell she's somewhat scared about it, but he'll take this. It's better than where he started from. "Yeah, our first child's a boy. Second one's a girl; my little Chloe." Clark's grin widens at the look Chloe's giving him. She's completely transfixed by his words, literally sitting on the edge of her seat, and he wants to keep her there so he keeps talking. "She's three years after Little Clark."

Clark stops there because Chloe's no longer looking at him. She's facing her lap, and he can see a tear running down the side of her cheek.

He's not alarmed or freaked out. He's beyond happy. He can see that he's finally getting through to her. She's beginning to see that he's serious about wanting her, and not just for dating, but for forever.

He puts a finger under her chin, lifting her face so that he can see her face. "Everything's gonna be okay, Chloe. You'll see," he tells her.

Chloe sniffs and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand fervently, as if she wants to remove all evidence of her tears; and Clark lets her pull herself together. It's what she needs, and he's more than willing to give her everything she needs.

"Tell me about them," Chloe commands softly once she's gotten herself under control.

"Little Chloe and Little Clark?"

"Yeah, tell me about Little Chloe and Little Clark." Chloe nods her head.

Clark pushes back his chair a little, making a room for Chloe, though she has no idea that's what he was doing until he says, "come here." His words are soft, but there's no uncertainty or lack of assurance. The words very well may have been a command, and Chloe obeys immediately. She gets up from her seat and sits in Clark's lap. He turns her sideways so that she can rest her head against his shoulder if she so choses. She does, and Clark automatically wraps one arm around her waist. His other hand seeks out Chloe's hand and he begins to play with her fingers as he gives her what she wants: knowledge about their future children.

"Little Chloe, my little girl, is a gem. She's got her daddy wrapped around her little pinky about three or four times…."

Chloe closes her eyes and snuggles into Clark's embrace a little more, her nose practically touching his neck. She's so comfortable, like they've sat like this a million times.

She listens with rapt attention as Clark tells her everything there is to know about their two children. Everything. Their physical attributes, their birthdays, their personalities; and he doesn't stop there. Right there, on the spot, he makes up a new memory about them.

In this one, Little Clark is nine. Little Chloe is six. Because Little Clark is the mischievous one, he's accused of stealing Mommy Chloe's special cookies. His punishment is that he can't have any desert after dinner. Well, the next day, Mommy Chloe and Daddy Clark find out that it wasn't Little Clark who stole the cookies. It was Little Chloe. As an apology, Mommy Chloe took Little Clark out to get ice cream and Little Chloe had to stay home with Daddy Clark and get nothing. Little Chloe stated crying when her brother and mother left, so, naturally, Daddy Clark sped out and got his little girl some ice cream, and they never told Mommy Chloe.

Chloe sits up in Clark's arms and glares at him. "Clark, you can't do that!" She exclaims as if he really did it. "It totally defeats the purpose of her punishment. She'll never learn her lessons!"

She makes to get down off of his lap because she's truly upset by this, but Clark holds her firm, turning her so that she's straddling his lap and facing her. They need to be face to face with this one. He has to make her understand. "I know, I know, but I can't say no to my little Chloe, Chloe," Clark whines. "Plus, I'm sure she said please. That's got to count for something."

His hands squeeze her waist slightly, as if that will convince her that he really does have sincere and good intentions when it comes to their children's moral upbringing; he just needs help. That's all.

Chloe's not buying it. She crosses her arms over her chest and continues to relentlessly scowl at him.

"Oh, come on Chloe," Clark pleads. "What am I supposed to do? She looks just like you! How am I supposed to say no to her when all she wants is a little bit of ice cream?"

Chloe smiles widely, but instead of being relieved Clark gets suspicious. He recognizes that smile. That's one of Little Clark's mischievous smiles. Mommy Chloe is up to no good.

"What if Little Chloe and I asked you for the same thing at the same time? What would you do then, Clark?"

Clark doesn't answer Chloe right away, and her smile morphs into a full-fledged grin.

Clark lifts Chloe up and stands her on the ground, right beside his chair. An unnatural breeze of air lets her know that Clark's supersped away, even though when she looks at the chair, he's still sitting in it.

He scoots up closer to the table and lays a sheet of paper down flat before beginning to write.

He left to get pen and paper? What the hell?

Chloe steps up closer to Clark so that she can read over his shoulder, but he's done. He snatches up the sheet of paper and hands it, as well as the pen, to her.

"Sign." He commands.

Chloe takes the paper but leaves the pen. She's not signing a damn thing unless she knows what it is.

Before she can read a single word that's been scribbled onto the piece of paper, Clark's grabbed her by the waist and has set her in his lap. He takes the paper from her, lays it flat down on the paper and puts the pen in her right hand.

Chloe turns back to smile at him when he places his hands on her hip. She could really get used to all this touching and lap sitting. She really could.

"Sign." He commands sternly, refusing to return her smile.

"Okay, okay," she relents, turning back around so that she can read the stupid paper, cause let's face it, she's not signing anything without knowing what the hell she's signing. And once she's read it, she decides that she isn't gonna sign a letter that says: I, Chloe Sullivan, promise to never make my husband, Clark Kent, choose between me and our Little Chloe.

Chloe laughs. It's dated with today's date and everything. "I'm not signing this, Clark!"

"You're not going anywhere until you do." Clark rebuttals immediately, gripping her hips just a little tighter for emphasis.

Chloe twists around so that she can face Clark. "What?"

"You heard me."

Chloe raises her eyebrows at him.

He raises his back at her. "I can keep you here all day."

"You're serious." Chloe states, not asks. "You really want me to sign this."

Clark nods his head. "Yep, and I'm gonna have it notarized tomorrow."

Tomorrow, because they'll still be a couple then. There's no doubt in Chloe's mind about that. Just like there's no doubt in her mind that he'll hold her hostage until she signs the damn paper.

"Fine, I'll sign it. But you have to sign it too. You can't make me choose between you and my Little Clark." She compromises.

"Deal," Clark agrees with no hesitation before taking the pen from her and writing out the agreement. Then he signs it and hands the pen back to Chloe. "Your turn."

But Chloe doesn't take the pen. "You're seriously getting these notarized tomorrow?"

Clark nods his head.

"But"-

"Just sign, Chloe!"

Chloe's eyebrow shoots up.

"Please," Clark adds.

"Fine," Chloe finally surrenders and signs.

As soon as she's done, Clark lets loose a grin so huge that Chloe knows she's made a dire mistake. There's no way he's suddenly this happy because she signed a piece of paper.

"What did you do?" she demands.

Clark chuckles. "You didn't read the fine print my dear sweet Chloe."