Nothing was more important to Clark than his family.

Now, he might have argued that a bit before your first was born, but after, it was like his world flipped. Yes, he still felt he had his duty and love for humanity, but those feelings were intensified in the form of the little half-humans that clung to him with a strength he could recognize as his own.

So the moment he held that first baby, his mind was made. Clark didn't let you do much beyond direct his packing from your perch on the couch, and within the month, you were moved into Smallville.

He had been prepared to cut his losses, work for the town paper, tend to his parents' farm, whatever was necessary. But the words 'part-time online' left Perry's mouth, and Clark had to physically restrain himself from jumping for joy.

These days, his articles were fewer, between flying to Metropolis to protect the city (and keep up the guise of living there), sharing parenting duties with you, and keeping up with the farm.

Life was simpler now, but not for the worse. You shared the acreage with Ma and Pa, Clark ensuring that your budding family would have its very own (separate) house just a couple hundred yards away.

He'd been worrying over his parents anyway, back in Metropolis, always fretting over whether or not they were taking it easy enough with the amount of work they still had to do in maintenance.

And in the second spring of your life in Smallville, the second baby came. She was born with curls covering her head and Clark's eyes, a squealing bundle of joy to start really filling out the rooms in the house.

She learned to crawl in your living room, and took her first steps in Ma and Pa's. Life was certainly slower out here, but you also saw a new kind of warmth settle into Clark, like he was content down to his bones.

He found comfort in the idea of no one knowing that Superman flew home to Kansas each night, and the notion that you and the kids don't have to watch out for monsters or criminals to keep yourselves safe.

You knew he missed Metropolis, you did too, but the moment you found out you were going to have a third kid, you knew the move was for the best.

And every day, it was proven to you.

Especially on afternoons like this, when you held your daughter against you on the porch, her eyelashes fluttering in her sleep, while you watched Clark try to sit your oldest on a particularly gracious cow.

Peals of giggles floated through the warm air, yellow sun bathing the earth and the pieces of your heart that walked atop it. When your life was laid out like this, it was impossible not to share the contentment Clark felt.