You were tired. So very, very tired and achy. Almost every joint in your body had a dull throb to it constantly. Not to mention the squirming and nausea, too.

Being pregnant with a Kryptonian's child was no joke. The different mix of species that had settled in your womb had taken a far larger toll on you than either you or Clark could've expected. Of course, you two did research and even asked Bruce for resources to even figure out if Kryptonians and humans could conceive. But none of that research could've prepared you for just how taxing this pregnancy would be.

At nine months pregnant and a few days past your due date, you could hardly move from bed. Not that Clark would let you, anyway. Even just trying to use the bathroom was hell. In fact, you were almost maxed out at the seven month mark when things got too difficult. The pain, aches, nausea, exhaustion, and swollen ankles made it hard to move even an inch.

But god, were you sure it would be worth it. After all, you got to have a child with your husband whom you had no hopes of conceiving with due to species differences. And you could almost imagine the little bundle of joy: with Clark's brilliant blue eyes and your hair.

As Clark climbed into bed, he made sure not to rattle you too much. It was late, nearly two in the morning, and he'd just gotten home. He hated leaving you home alone so close to the baby's arrival, but the world needed a hero, and there wasn't much he could do to change that.

"How is my lovely Mrs. Kent doing, hm?" His voice is soft and quiet, just like it has been for the past few months to avoid worsening your hormone-induced headaches.

Even with his own body worn down, beaten, and slightly bruised, his hands immediately make their way to your shoulders to gently massage them as he pulls you into his chest. Your needs, along with the baby's, will always come first.