Clark didn't message back. It had been four weeks and Clark had ignored him every time Bruce texted, messaged, or called him. He knew Clark had his phone, he posted on his socials, and their League teammates said they were able to get in contact with him easily. Bruce understood that he wanted space but this growing pup inside of him was a little more important. His read recipes didn't indicate that he opened the phone messages. At this point, he was past his first trimester and carried around a printed photo of a sonogram. He was hoping that Clark would get back to him before his appointment next week to find out the pup's gender.

So Bruce decided he had enough.

He knocked on the apartment door. He thought about putting his hand over the peephole but then remembered that Clark literally has x-ray vision. Bruce looked at his watch. It was 8:30 at night. He was usually home around now if there wasn't danger that needed his attention. Bruce had listened to the police scanners for anything but it seemed like a quiet night. Bruce waited at the door for a few moments. Clark knew better to just open the door when it was Bruce. So Clark not answering him, let Bruce know he wasn't home.

Bruce pulled out his lockpicking kit from his duffle bag and started to work the lock. A few people passed him but no one stopped him or gave him a second glance. There was one boy who was no younger than Dick who came out of another apartment holding a skateboard. He went up to Bruce and looked at him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Breaking and entering," Bruce continued as he spoke.

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Yes," Bruce said flatly.

"Aren't you afraid you'll get in trouble?"

"No."

"Why?"

"For many reasons, but the main one is this is my friends' apartment,"

"Why are you breaking into Mr. Clarks apartment if he's your friend?"

"Because I need to talk to him and he's not here yet. So I'm going to wait for him in here," Bruce heard the lock click and the door opened.

"Should I tell my dad that you broke in?" He asked.

"You should always report suspicious activity," he stood up and flattened his suit. He looked at the kid. "Why are you going out so late without an adult?" The boy pulled a face as if he knew he was caught.

"I won't tell if you don't," Bruce shook his head.

"Get back home," he pulled out his wallet and gave the kid a 100$ bill. He then pushed the boy back to where he came from. The boy smiled and left. Bruce went into Clark's apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He walked around the apartment that was two sizes too small for the price Clark is paying for it. Was paying for it before Bruce secretly bought the building and lowered rent to a stupidly low price for everyone in the building. It was decorated like his parents' country home. Every table was covered with some kind of cloth of plaid or lace. The couches were thrifted and used. A homemade blanket was laid on the back. Bruce knew it was homemade because he tried to use it once and Clark said it was only for decoration. He saw that the coffee table that had ring stains when Clark got it had several open picture frames on it and a stack of pictures next to them. Bruce sat down and looked at them. A pain shot through his heart. The pictures were all of him and Clark. Some were shots probably taken at an event, others were selfies Clark had taken of them. Bruce wasn't smiling in any of them, but he was happy to be with Clark.

"I deserve this," Bruce nodded and quietly whispered. He put the sack of pictures down, but accidentally knocked over the frames onto the floor. He picked them up and put them back. The last frame he picked up still had a photo in it. He looked at it. It was another of him and Clark. But Bruce knew he was the one who took this selfie. It was probably their second week of dating and he caught Clark off guard by shoving a camera in his face and kissing him. He had never seen the country boy so flustered. Bruce smiled at the photo.

"I don't even know-" he sighed and put down the frame. Words of apology and well-meaning swirled in his mind. What was he going to say? Would Clark forgive him? Would he understand? He came here with a game plan but wasn't sure if it would go over well. Not that any of his plans did, but this one he really wanted to go over smoothly. He took out his phone and looked at the on-sided conversion.

"We need to talk. Call me when you can,"

"Call me when you are free to,"

"Clark, I want to talk. Please message me back,"

"Call me,"

"When you have a moment, please call me,"

"Message me when you can,"

"Can we talk?"

"Text me when you are free,"

They kept going with no answer.

He scrolled through his phone as he waited. 15 minutes of Bruce suffering absolute anxiety in silence was finally over when he heard the door juggle and the lock click. The door opened and shut. Bruce turned his head to look at him. Clark was wearing a light blue button-up and a tie thrown over his shoulder. Both arms held carried bags of groceries. He fought with the bags and lock but finally got it bolted. He let out a sigh and stopped pretending that the bags were heavy. He lifted up and flew to the kitchen. Clark had told Bruce that he liked to hover in his apartment so his neighbors below him weren't disturbed. The omega listened to Clark put things away. Bruce wasn't one to play games but he was curious. He texted him one last time.

"We're going to talk, Clark," he sent it out and listened for the ping. Clarks phone jingled at him. A small pause was followed by Clark sighing.

"I should- no," he mumbled from the other room, "maybe- I..." There was an even longer pause. Suddenly Bruces phone alerted him with a chime. He looked at his phone. He knew Clark heard his phone so he didn't bother reading the message. He let out another sigh. "Let me finish putting these away, and we can talk," he spoke aloud.

A few minutes of sounds of things being moved around and put away passed by and Clark came back into the front room with Bruce's back to him. Bruce wasn't looking at his phone. He was sitting patiently with his hands in his lap. Clark sat on the further side of the couch. His body was turned to Bruce.

"I should have noticed your duffle bag by the door," Clark smiled.

"You should be more careful. Someone less savory than me could break in and try to kill you," Bruce frowned.

"You are the only person who would come into my apartment with the intention of killing me, and having the ability to actually do it,". Bruce nodded. There was a small pause before Bruce broke the silence.

"I'm sorry," he had a hard time looking Clark in the eyes. He kept catching his gaze then turned away. Clark didn't say anything. Bruce knew he wanted the rich man to continue talking. He wanted him to show his cards and just be vulnerable. After yet another pause he continued, "I do love you Clark. I really do. There are 5 people- 6 people I love in this world," he resisted the urge to hold his stomach, "my parents, Dick, Alfred, and you,". Clark counted in his head but was confused, "I don't have my parents any more. Alfred is getting up there in age, and Dick loves me but he's going to leave too because I'm not his dam,". Clark glared at him.

"He still sees you as his father," Clark quickly nipped that in the bud.

"But like all children, he'll leave," he lost the fight and covered his belly with his intertwining fingers. "I know people come and go in life but I don't want that with the people I love. It hurts. I don't want to be used, I don't want to be lied to, I don't want to be alone again. I open my heart so little because… I'm afraid. The more I let in the more I lose. I don't want to lose you so… I… let you go before I really got hurt," Bruce hung his head.

"I'm sorry. It was selfish and I really want to be with you. You have made me so happy. You bring me up when I'm down, and… you've given me an amazing gift," Bruce looked at Clark's sparkling blue eyes. "I love you and I'm scared. That's why I always faked being in heat to get you to sleep with me," Clark jerked back, surprised, "I did that so you would realize you were done with me and got what you wanted. Then- I really got my heat and you were still there after. You held me as I cooked and I thought you were going to say…" Bruce swallowed hard.

"I was wrong and I wanted to try but again, I got scared. I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry I broke up with you, and I'm sorry for making you feel anything other than happy. Because that's what you make me feel like everyday,".

Bruce clutched his stomach as he waited for Clark to say something. Clark put his hand out, wordlessly asking for Bruce's hand. Bruce complied and placed his hand on Clark's. The man of steel gently locked their fingers together. He effortlessly pulled the omega over and embraced him. Bruce let the tension melt from his body as Clark held him. He dug his face in Clark and whispered his apologies over and over. Clark chuckled and searched for his heart beat. He hadn't listened since that night. It was thumping fast. He smiled and listened as if it was his favorite song.

But his heart beat had a little beat behind it. Clark concentrated on the second sound. Bruce pulled away and kissed Clark. Clark chuckled and kissed him back, forgetting about the second beat.