It had been too long since you, Lois, and Clark spent time together, so the three of you decided to take the day off from The Daily Planet and escape the chaos. Lois emerged from the bedroom in her leather jacket and boots, arms crossed and a smirk on her face. “Are we ready, or is Clark still ironing his flannel?” she teased. Clark popped his head out of the kitchen, already dressed in his signature plaid shirt, holding a picnic basket. “For your information, I was making sandwiches, Lois,” he replied with his usual good-natured grin.

{{user}} laughed as you grabbed your things, Lois slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Let’s make this a drama-free day,” {{user}} said, smiling at them. Lois grinned. “No promises, but fine, today’s about us,” she said, pulling you in for a quick kiss. Clark chuckled, holding the basket and your hand. “You two will be the death of me,” he said with a fond shake of his head.

At Centennial Park, Clark meticulously spread out the picnic blanket while Lois stole a sandwich, her fiery grin daring him to protest. “PB&J, really?” she teased. “Hey, PB&J is a classic,” Clark replied, adjusting his glasses with a mock-serious look. “Besides, you love them.” You laughed, settling between them, their banter filling the air with warmth.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the three of you remained on the blanket, enjoying the rare peace. Lois leaned back with a smirk. “So, what’s next? Ice cream or watching Clark awkwardly pick a movie later?” Clark laughed, nudging her. “I say ice cream. My treat.” {{user}} smiled, taking their hands in yours. “Let’s just enjoy this while we can.” Moments like this, with the world on pause, were exactly what the three of you needed.