Hey there! I just wanted to say thanks so much for the reviews! I'm glad you like it! I just started watching Smallville so of course I write Pre-Smallville stories while everyone is waiting for Clark to become Superman. Oh well.

And JonathanFan, I don't think you understand how much your review made me squeal. I love your stories! :3

Thanks again you guys!

P.S. I'm thinking of changing the title. Suggestions? Also, I changed my username! (Supernatural reference, Smallville fans. I'm still a Dean Winchester dork.) So don't panic about me being a different person.

It had now been nearly a week since Clark had joined the family, and Martha had set her hopes on teaching him how to talk. Since Jonathan was working, she'd have to do it herself. She picked up Clark from his booster seat that sat upon a chair around the kitchen table.

Setting him down in a sitting position on the couch, she cleared her throat. "Now, Clark, sweetheart. Try saying Mommy. Moooo….mmm….yyyy."

Clark stared at her, utterly perplexed at the strange, crooning voice Martha had used. His face alone was enough to make Martha burst out laughing. He giggled.

"C'mon, Clark, try again." Martha said softly, brushing a hand along his cheek. He smiled, and then opened his mouth. Martha's hopes rose, but they faltered when he closed his mouth at the sound of the tractor outside.

This process went on for hours. Martha tried everything that had suggested in a parenting book, but Clark would only blink. Not in confusion. The intelligence in his eyes was undeniable. He seemed to understand, but he just didn't feel like he wanted to speak, as if it would give too much away.

"Stubborn, are you?" Martha said, picking him up in her arms and cradling him. He sighed in relaxation as he leaned into her. She breathed in the baby shampoo she used for his bath, not noticing Jonathan enter the house for lunch. "Just like Daddy."

"Who am I like, now?" Jonathan said, raising an eyebrow. She turned and gave an innocent smile, Clark still in her arms. She set him down on his booster seat.

"Impossibly stubborn, Jonathan Kent." she said, leaning in for a kiss. Looking mock offended, Jonathan accepted the kiss.

"Clark, do you think that me, your daddy, is stubborn?" Jonathan asked, pretending to be bewildered as he looked at his son.

Clark just smiled that knowing little smile that had the gift of making his parent's hearts melt.

"No luck in having him talk, huh?" Jonathan asked.

Martha sighed. "No, I decided I'd try again after his nap." she said, starting to get out the supplies for a turkey sandwich for Jonathan and some crackers and juice for Clark.

"Take it slowly, sweetheart. He's probably just deciding if he trusts us or not." Jonathan said.

"And since when are you an adopted toddler expert?" Martha teased her husband, grabbing 2 plates from a cupboard and placing some Ritz crackers on one, along with some grapes, and the turkey sandwich on the other.

Jonathan took the plate and sat down at the table and took a huge bite as Clark watched. "Mmm." he said, making a big show of it.

Clark simply cocked his head.

"He still doesn't seem too keen on having 3 meals a day. He'll eat some pancakes and drink orange juice, and maybe some chicken or something, and then what he's eating now, but that's it. Hopefully he'll get a bigger appetite soon." Martha said, frowning.

"I'm sure he will." Jonathan said, smiling at her reassuringly. "We have to remember that Clark spent probably his first 3 years in that spaceship. He doesn't know what food tastes good and bad. Which is another reason he's not talking yet. No one taught him as he grew." Jonathan said, standing up and hugging Martha, attempting to ease her worries of the child.

"I know sweetheart. There's just so many things I don't know…" Martha said, closing her eyes and leaning her head on his chest.

"We'll work our way-" he stopped. "Hey, where did he go?"

They turned to see Clark no longer at the table. "Clark?" Martha called.

No answer.

A twinge of fear coursed through Martha's heart for no particular reason.

"I'll look in the living room, you check the rest of the kitchen." Jonathan said calmly.

Jonathan peeked his head into the living room to see Clark curled up in a red blanket, eyes half closed. When he saw Jonathan, he smiled sleepily.

"Martha, he's in here," Jonathan said, smiling. Martha came from the kitchen and Jonathan could almost see her heart melt.

"Looks like someone is tired," Martha grinned, and walked over to the child and kissed him on the forehead. "Jonathan, would you mind getting him to his room? I'll be up in a minute."

Jonathan picked up the whole bundle and brought the sleepy boy to his shoulder and after a few seconds of wriggling within the confines of the plaid shirt, Clark managed to get one arm free which he promptly used to grab hold on Jonathan's clothing. He tucked his head under the shaved chin above him and curled himself as much as possible into the hollow of Jonathan's collarbone.

As Jonathan carried him to his room, a sweet, almost melodic child's whisper made both Martha and Jonathan stop in their tracks.

"Lara."

I've got a couple of drabbles to continue, this was probably the longest for a while. Next one is kind of a funny tantrum moment, and then Pete comes in, along with a meteor rock encounter (Don't worry, little Clarkie will be fine!)

Even if I got 5 reviews so far, it means so much to me. Like more than you can imagine. They feed me!

Keep it up, and the updates will be quicker.

~Annah