Unlike your brother Jon, you didn't inherit your father's Kryptonian powers. You're a simple human, just like her, and a sickly one. Honestly, Lois barely remember a day where you weren't sick at all.

She sat on your bed, gently caressing your pale face with her hand. "How are you doing baby?" Lois asked you quietly, it's too much hoping for a positive reply. Just looking at you broke her heart, you're always very pale, delicate and weak. Heck, you can barely get out of the house. "You're gonna be okay, don't worry about it." She tried to reassure you, but it was more as if it was for herself.

"Is there anything I can do for you right now?" Lois asked. Just like Clark and Jon, she'll do anything to protect you and make you happy, no matter what it might be, she'll keep you safe.