"You did what?"

The fear in Clark's voice was something which Lizzie picked up on immediately. She stood in their home, preparing dinner for that evening as the baby kicked inside of her. Shrugging, she continued to chop the pepper for the stir fry.

Her mother had finally arrived that afternoon and taken a cab to their home in the suburbs. She'd complained of the expense and told Lizzie that it was about time she bought a car. The woman simply smiled at her mother and ran her hands through her brown locks.

Her mother was upstairs resting in the guest room and taking a bath after a long journey of travelling. Clark had walked back in as Lizzie was preparing dinner and her mother had given her some space.

"You know that it wasn't scary, don't you?" Lizzie checked with Clark. "He stood no chance against me, did he? Besides, perhaps that will stop him from attacking other pregnant women. I have no idea. I just know that I felt better for doing it."

"I'd feel better if you hadn't," whispered Clark, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

Lizzie turned around and shook her head; waving the hand she held the knife with in his direction. "No, my mother is here."

"I'm in my thirties," Clark reminded her. "I'm at perfect liberty to have a beer."

"Clark," Lizzie warned him. "You know that she disapproves of beer. Don't push her."

Grumbling, Clark placed the beer back in the fridge and settled on a can of diet coke. Lizzie continued to chop the vegetables whilst Clark rested against the worktop, the back of his legs hitting the drawers. He looked down at her as she focused. She knew what he was going to say. She just wished that he would save his breath.

"Look," Lizzie said, "the baby is safe. I'm safe. You underestimate me, Clark."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do," Lizzie informed him, finishing the peppers and placing them into the wok to begin frying. "I'm perfectly fine to protect myself and anyone else if I see them in danger. No one had a chance to recognise me anyway. They were all too dumbfounded at what they'd seen."

"Just...just promise me that you'll be careful," Clark urged her, his hand resting on her shoulder. "You have our baby to think about now."

"And don't I know it," she scoffed. "I know that I am two months pregnant, but this thing is not going to be in my stomach for nine months. I can feel her kick every now and then."

"Her?" Clark arched his brow.

"I get a feeling it's a girl," she shrugged. "I don't know why, but it seems logical to me."

"Whatever you say," Clark said. A boy or a girl; none of it matter to Clark. He would be content with his own child to bring up. "Anyway, my mom phoned me at work today. She wants to know if we've picked a date for the wedding."

"Well," Lizzie drawled, moving over to the fridge and pulling out an onion. "I was thinking that the wedding can't be a grand affair, can it? I mean, I'm supposed to be dead, you're supposed to be feeling some grief."

"There's no one who I would really want to invite," admitted Clark lamely. "I have my mom and Lois."

Clark saw Lizzie's jaw tense at the woman's name and he shook his head.

"She's been a good friend, Liz," Clark told her. "That's all she is. If you just give her a chance then you can see that."

"All I see when I look at her is you two snogging in the middle of Metropolis."

"It was hardly snogging," Clark rolled his eyes. "We're not in high school."

"Whatever you say," murmured Lizzie. She knew that she had to give Lois a chance. It was only fair on the woman. She supposed it was just a little bit of jealousy inside of Lizzie which caused her to feel annoyed whenever she was brought into conversation.

"Look, we can go out for dinner one night and you can invite Lois," Lizzie said. "Say...like...an engagement party. We just need to get your mom to fly out here."

"No problem," Clark told her. "She's nice, Lizzie."

"I'm not doubting it," Lizzie shook her head. "Anyway, just invite her. I guess that it won't hurt anything, will it?"

"No," Clark agreed with her. "Anyway, the wedding, when are we going to do this? Where are we going to do it?"

"I've had the big church wedding," Lizzie reminded Clark. "I don't think I could go through with anything like that again...I mean...all eyes watching you...James adored it. I proposed that we should have just run off to Vegas if he wanted to marry me that much."

"Well," Clark awkwardly spoke, his head lowered as he did so. "I suppose we don't have enough people to invite if we don't know many people."

"No," she said. "What about Metropolis Hall?" she wondered. "There are lots of rooms in there, and they're all really nicely decorated. I mean, if you don't want to marry in a church."

"It doesn't matter to me," smiled Clark, moving over to kiss her on the forehead.

"Oh, Clark, you're home."

Clark dropped his arms from Lizzie as he heard her mother. She was moving into the kitchen as if she had lived there her entire life. Clark sent a questioning look in Lizzie's direction but she shook her head.

Ellie Lowe was moving with a fluffy robe on her body and slippers on her feet. A towel kept her hair held up and off of her head as she found a glass. She moved into the fridge and pulled out her bottle of wine.

"Honestly, Clark, are you still drinking beer? Do you know how un-"

"-Did you have a nice bath, mom?" Lizzie interrupted before Ellie could say anymore.

"Very," she said, "although it would have been nice to have some better surroundings. Rotting tiles on the wall are not impressive, Elizabeth."

"We're working on the bathroom after the en-suite," she assured her mother.

"I hope that you're working on the wedding first," Ellie informed her daughter.

"More than working on it," she said, flashing a smirk in Clark's direction as she did so.

...

Clark had been told that it was bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day. He didn't know who had invented that saying, but he doubted that they had come from Krypton. Not that Clark knew much about the ways of Krypton.

He was stood inside the small hall of Metropolis Hall, his eyes looking around the finely decorated room. Martha was stood next to her son, only the two of them in the room. Clark kept quiet as he felt his mother mess with the cravat against his chest.

"I cannot believe that the day is here," Martha told her son. "I remember when you two were little and you brought Lizzie-"

"-Annabelle," Clark interrupted.

"Sorry, Annabelle, home for the first time. I've never met such a polite girl before. She certainly did you some good back then...and now...you're marrying her."

"Mom," Clark smiled as he held his handkerchief out to the woman. She took it in her hands and dabbed her eyes.

"Sorry," she said.

"Oh God, I'm not late, am I?"

Lois's voice echoed around as she rushed into the room and adjusted the green shawl which sat around her shoulders. Clark smiled as she approached him and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're five minutes early," Clark told her.

"Traffic is horrendous out there. Only you could get married on a Saturday afternoon," Lois complained as Martha kissed the woman on the cheek too.

"Where's Dylan?" Clark wondered from her and Lois shook her head, waving a hand nonchalantly. Lois Lane was an expert in deception, as Clark had found out. She and the head of the sport's column had been dating for the past month and Clark had just discovered it from her.

"He's in California working," she said. "Besides, I'm still in the early days...I didn't want to invite him to something so personal."

"No worries," Clark said, checking his watch again.

"She'll be here." Martha told her son, her hand on his arm before she sat down on a wooden chair decorated with flowers over the back of it. "Just give her time."

...

"I only wish that you'd decided to get married before this happened," Ellie told her daughter as they walked up the steps to Metropolis Hall. Lizzie had spent her entire day listening to her mother tell her how she would have looked better in her dress without a large bump. Apparently it looked like they were having a shotgun wedding.

Lizzie had to scoff. She'd waited for this wedding for years.

"Do I look that terrible?" she wondered back.

Ellie looked at her daughter, taking in the cream coloured dress. The sleeves were three quarter, the lace material flowed out over her bump, doing the best to flatter her before it ended at her knees. She had managed to slip herself into her patent heels before allowing her hair to hang loosely down her back.

Her mother had bought her a bouquet of yellow roses to go with the dress.

"You look lovely," Ellie whispered. "I only wish that your dad was here to see this...to walk you down the aisle again..."

Lizzie did her best not to tear up as she bent down to wrap her arms around her mother.

"I wish he was to," she replied.

Ellie sniffed and ran a finger down her eye. She stood tall and took hold of her daughter's hand. "Come on, your father wouldn't want you to be late. You know that man; he was always punctual."

Smiling, Lizzie held her mother's hand as she walked through the quiet Hall. She moved to where the reception was being held and patiently waited outside the large white doors. She moved her hand from her mother's and wrapped her arm into the elder woman's.

"You'll be fine, darling," Ellie whispered to her. "You have him now."

Lizzie kissed her mother on the cheek and held her flowers tightly to her. The doors opened and Lizzie moved down the aisle, her eyes looking the tall man in the suit. She smiled as she saw Martha nudge Clark in the ribs.

He finally turned around, looking at her, his eyes raking over the dress which she wore. His lips tugged up and he wondered why he had waited so long for this moment. Even Lois cracked a small smile.

"You look beautiful," Clark whispered to her once she stood next to him and he kissed her on the cheek.

"Look after her, Kent," Ellie whispered to him as the woman conducting the ceremony ordered Ellie to pass her daughter over to Clark.

"Of course," he nodded, holding Lizzie's shaking hand in his.

Clark did what was told of him before he waited for the best bit of the ceremony. The part that finally proclaimed that Elizabeth Lowe, a.k.a Annabelle Long, was finally his wife.

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A/N: So, they're finally married! Thanks to everyone reading and I do hope that you will review!