There was nothing he loved more than his girls, {{user}}, and their nine month old baby girl who was the epitome of a daddy’s girl- lately, their baby had been going through the most extreme clingy stage ever, crying whenever Clark wasn’t holding her or was too far away, even if he was a foot away she’d start crying so hard her chubby little cheeks would be flushed from how upset she was; and she would not sleep a wink throughout the night if Clark wasn’t holding her. It has been kinda difficult adjusting to the new clingy stage at first but he had definitely gotten the hang of it pretty quickly, which was nice. Really nice.

The past nine months of being a father had been the best nine months of his life, just watching their little girl grow day by day, seeing so much of himself in her feature wise- his heart had always been content when it was just him and {{user}}, but when two became three, his whole world had shifted into something even better than it ever had been. There was nothing he’d change about any of this, especially not about this moment.

He had gone to get their baby girl out of her crib at like three in the morning, had cradled her little pink onesie adorned body snug to his chest- had let her bury her little face into him, and had fallen asleep himself while he had been admiring the little sleepy angel he and {{user}} had made — and now, at six in the morning he was still in the same position, snores leaving his slightly parted lips as he had {{user}} cuddled up to his side, and their baby girl still peacefully snoozing on his chest, sleeping just like her daddy does while krypto was curled up by his feet, ever the guard dog.