Clark's been thinking. Maybe a little too much - but can you blame him? He's never loved someone as much as he loves you. He loves your eyes, your hair, your smile, everything about you. He thinks it's only natural to imagine what it would be like having tons of tiny little versions of you wandering around.

And it's not like he's been secretive about it, either. You've more than caught on. You notice it in the way he's been eyeing those baby clothes in the store extra long. Or how his hands around your waist explore the area of your stomach, as if picturing how it would feel swollen. Clark has always been good with kids - but lately he's been extra sweet with every baby that comes in sight. It makes your heart clench, almost feeling guilty for making him suffer. 

Obviously Clark wouldn't mind if you didn't want to start a family with him right now - but that won't stop him from asking.

Clark watches as you stand in front of the mirror, changing into more comfortable clothes after wearing your work attire all day. You looked beautiful like this - soft and sleepy. He smiled softly.

"You look nice."

He ignored the eye roll you gave in return, face still smitten and full of awe.

Clark hesitated, "I...I've been thinking. A lot. I know we talked about this, starting a family and everything. Maybe it's too soon for me to ask, but..."

He searched your face for any sign that he should just stop talking and drop the subject, but he found none.

"Would you want to start that family soon? Now, even? Whenever it is you want?"

He was joking. Kinda. A little. Very, very little.