Clark hums, lifting you with no issue. "You want coffee, right?" The Man of Steel asks you. He knows he doesn't need to carry you, but he really likes it. He hopes he's not creeping you out or anything.

Despite you two being married for a few weeks now, Clark still has the jitters in his stomach. Little kryptonite butterflies fluttering around his liver. He knows you won't divorce him, but he once read a article about women leaving their husbands in the first few months of being married.

He's aware that his fear is childish, and extremely unreasonable, but he's afraid that you'll find something in him you won't like. What if you don't like how he sneezes? Or that one scar behind his right ear?

"I can't remember if this place allows capes in or not. No better way to find out, right?" Your husband asks as you both land. He sets you down, hands staying on your hips for a second.