By Capes <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Submitted: November 2006
Summary: Lois and Clark and a joke for a favourite FoLC and fanfic writer.
This was written as a joke for Wendy Richard's birthday. You need to know that Wendy has an aversion to the use of a particular term of endearment. It may be somewhat predictable, but really, what better way to say "Happy Birthday" than to turn that aversion into a story?
Even though Wendy's fanfic predilections have taken an unexpected turn in recent months, her stories continue to delight me and for that I add my thanks to this story.
This wasoriginally posted on the message boards, under the name SwirlingCapes, as a joke for Wendy Richard's birthday.
"Oh, baby, you are so beautiful," he whispered, looking down at the face beside him on the bed. Careful not to wake her, but unable to stop himself, his finger gently touched one of the strands of dark, brown hair, brushing it off her forehead. She smiled sweetly but the gentle sounds of her breathing let him know that he had not disturbed her.
In the quiet moments of the morning, lying beside her, Clark felt his heart swell with joy. To think that she was finally all his. After all they had been through, she was here, beside him at last.
The last few months had been incredibly difficult. Due to his "other" job, he had almost lost her, and the thought still filled him with terror. He would do anything to protect her, but he had almost been too late. If he had been…No, he refused to think about that. All that mattered was that she was alive and well, finally beside him where she belonged. They had gone through so much to get to this point. So much pain, so much disappointment, but none of that mattered anymore now that they had finally made it here.
He had often imagined what it would be like, but never in his wildest dreams had he dared to think it could feel this wonderful. That a bond between two people could be this strong. When she looked at him, sometimes he would find himself completely unable to breathe, overwhelmed by the feelings of love and the need to protect her, to keep her safe forever.
Something must have woken her because her eyelashes fluttered open; his breath caught in his throat as he lost himself in the rich chocolatey depths of her eyes. She trusted him completely and while that thought scared him, it also gave him such incredible peace. He had waited for her for so long, for all his life, and he could finally hold her in his arms. He could tell her how much he loved her as many times as he wanted, and she never seemed to tire of hearing it.
Her smile was the light of his life, holding her hand his greatest happiness. It seemed so small, yet fit in his so perfectly that he knew they had been destined to be together.
Clark bent forward and pressed a kiss into the palm of her hand as she laughed with delight.
"Baby, I love you so much," he said softly, infusing it with all the feelings he had held in his heart, making a promise that nothing and no one would ever hurt her as long as he was there.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he turned slightly.
"Clark!" Lois tried to keep a stern look on her face but failed. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up and get her dressed."
"I just…love her, Lois," he said with a shrug of his shoulders, unable to convey what he meant and hoping she would understand anyway, as she so often did.
Her eyes softened and once again he was struck by how much their child resembled her mother in that way — eyes that your soul could get lost in. And this child was destined to be great.
It didn't matter that she wasn't of his blood. This baby was his…theirs…forever.