SO VERY SORRY for all the waiting! I ended up getting mono (great timing, isnt it?) and my fever broke yesterday, thank god. I worked up the energy to write another chapter. Great news! This story will have a sequel, or something like that. At first I was going to keep it one story, but that wouldn't make much sense, so I decided to make the next chapter the last; and also the introduction to the next story, which will be called "Relapse", and yes, it is still Baby!Clark fluff.
Also, the next chapter will be posted TODAY.
"Martha!" Jonathan called, running into the house holding Clark tightly to his chest. "I need some help!"
Martha ran into the kitchen, her thoughts jumping to a million horrifying conclusions. "Jonathan, what's wrong?" Her gaze drifted to her son unconscious in her husband's arms, his face pale and flushed, breathing harshly.
"What happened?" she exclaimed, rushing over, guiding them to the living room couch.
"I don't know! I think he fell down, but for some reason he started to get warm and he looked like he was in a lot of pain, Next thing I know, he was passed out." Jonathan said, watching in concern as his wife wrapped a warm red blanket around her son and gently lifted him from Jonathan's arms to the couch, quickly slipping a pillow under his head.
"Here, Jonathan, watch him; I'm going to get some warm water, a bandage, and a rag. And maybe some orange juice." Martha said, running toward the kitchen.
Jonathan was left standing awkwardly by his son on the couch, temporarily paralyzed until he heard a whimper.
He blinked hard and leaned down to Clark's face, giving him a shaky smile. "Hi, buddy. What's going on, huh?"
Clark's big blue eyes stared at him. "Mmm…" he moaned.
"Are you okay, son?" Clark suddenly seemed to remember and burst into tears. Jonathan panicked for a second but then took Clark in his arms, having him lay his head on his shoulder and rubbing his back comfortingly as he bawled. Bobbing him up and down slightly, he saw that his arm was still bleeding.
"Martha! He's getting better, but I could use a towel ." Jonathan almost had to yell over Clark's crying, and then he added, "And then someone could use a new Pull-Up,"
"Okay, I'm coming," Martha said, handing Clark a sippy cup filled with orange juice. His crying ceased as he stuck it into his mouth, eyes closing in contentment. Martha dipped a towel in warm water and washed off the blood gently, Clark only protesting slightly. Martha then wrapped a white bandage around the arm as Clark stared at the soft bandage on his arm, studying it intensely. By the time Martha cleaned up, he had gotten over his interest and was now resting his chin on Jonathan's shoulder, sleepily watching Martha bustle around.
"Well, his fever's gone. He seems fine." Jonathan frowned. Clark had seemed burning hot only minutes before. "That's odd."
"I'll put him down for a nap anyhow. You never know." Martha smiled reassuringly at her husband, taking Clark from Jonathan's arms. "C'mon, Clark. Let's go sleep."
"Bye bye, Daddy." Clark murmured sleepily over Martha's shoulder. "Wuv you."
Martha had tears in her eyes, smiling at Jonathan as she hugged Clark even tighter.
"I love you, too, son. So much."
Second to last chapter, be alert for the sequel! Last chapter WILL be posted later tonight. Yes, 2 chapters in ONE day. To make up for my absence...(wanna sue mono with me? I'll pay you!)