Chapter 14
Clark stood at the end of the driveway, waving to Chloe as she pulled away. Lois came up alongside him, slipping her hand around his torso, draping her arm across his back. He raised his arm and she took this as an invitation to snuggle close to him. Clark was helpless but to do any thing but wrap his arm across her shoulder. She smiled up at him.
"How're you feeling? Chloe told me that you had an eventful afternoon."
"You mean our run-in with Lana? Yeah, that was a little weird." They walked leisurely across the yard up to the house.
"I was thinking you might like to go out for dinner tonight."
"If it's all the same to you, I'd really rather stay home. I don't think I'll be able to stay up too late—I was dozing on the couch before I came out to find you. Unless it's a problem, like if you already made the only two dishes you know how to cook, or something like that."
"A comment like that deserves punishment. I should only serve you the same two meals for the rest of the week."
"You wouldn't."
"I might."
"I'll tell your mom."
"You fight dirty. You win. We'll have dinner at home."
"Clark, that was another amazing dinner. How do I not get fat with all this great food?"
"You run."
"Run?"
"That's right." He answered as he began clearing the table.
"I still don't understand. What do you mean that I run?"
"For exercise. You go for a run. It's part of how you stay in shape. And you swim and do kick-boxing and martial arts."
Clark noticed that she still had a puzzled look on her face.
"I'll have Chloe take you to the gym tomorrow and you can see the aerobics classes that are scheduled. But I think you might still want to lay-off some your activities until the gash on your leg heals."
"Do you run?"
"Me? Sometimes, but I don't have a regimen like you do."
"How do you stay in shape?"
"I work on a farm."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Clark set a fresh cup of coffee in front of her and a piece of pie.
"Mmmm, thanks. Did I mention how good your coffee is? Did I marry you just you're your cooking talent?"
Clark blushed at her comment, and turned back to the sink, busying himself with the dishes. His shyness was so adorable.
"What else do I do? Or what do we do . . . for fun?"
He shrugged. "We don't have one set routine. We take some courses at college, so sometimes we have homework. You work at the Inquisitor, so you track leads for your articles. When there's time, we watch TV and play video games."
"I like to play video games?"
"Correction: you love to play video games. You're very competitive and you love to kick my butt. Maybe now that you don't have your memory, I might actually win a game."
"Well as much fun as that sounds, I will have to take a rain check. I am suddenly so tired." She yawned and got up from the table.
Well, thought Clark, this wasn't so hard. I can pull this off. "What about you Clark? You coming to bed?"
"Not just yet. I still have so much to do. You go on."
Lois stifled another yawn. "Ok, but don't expect me to wait up for you. I think I'll be asleep before I get upstairs."
She came around the table to give Clark a goodnite kiss. He tried to anticipate her move and turned his head, so that she would kiss him on the cheek. He was unaware that Lois had intended to only kiss his cheek, and so by turning his head, he wound up bringing his mouth in direct contact with her mouth, their lips meeting in a sweet, tender kiss.
"I'm sorry Clark. Not tonight. I'm really just too tired. But tomorrow, you're on." She gave him another small peck and winked before leaving the kitchen.
Clark swallowed hard as he watched her walk up the stairs. Oh Boy!
