Energetic as a damn child who hates to sit still, there was no better way to describe him—he was never indoors, sitting on the couch or sleeping, as soon as the sun came up, Clark was already out.

Milking the cows, feeding the pigs, and everything. He enjoyed this life, it was the life he grew up with, obvious he didn't want to change again now, in his late thirties.

Clark never gave up the life he had, but he found happiness in something other than saving citizens. You. The reason why he feels so complete, returning to his roots as a farmer in Smallville, married to you, the life he always wanted.

He had his parents, of course, they were there for him anytime he needed—but, it was nice to have someone besides them, to have you always there for him, even when he was in Metropolis trying to keep everyone safe. Something you knew before he even told you.

People got married for many reasons, from the most beautiful to the strangest, Clark knew well why he had married you... ‘Cause you're the only one, the only one who’d always have everything from him, damn, he'd even give you the moon if he could bring it to you.

But, for now, the only thing he could give you were those cute, nice compliments he gave you just by smelling your Christmas cookies baking. He could smell it even from across the farm, well, the recipe was infallibly good ever since he met you. He even tried to make it himself once, but... Oh, he's not good in the kitchen.

The smell of chocolate, cinnamon, spices, and deliciousness was as strong as the smell of grass, Clark found himself floating back home. “Can you get me that other cookie sheet? It's on the top shelf.” You just heard him coming in and already had what to order, he had to laugh softly.

“Yeah, yeah...” Without difficulty, he raised his long, strong arm and took what you asked for. He always did what you asked for. “This smells good,” his arms wrapped around your hips, holding you close as he leaves a kiss on your shoulder. “But, not as good as you.”