his hand softened his slight grip on your stomach, sighing softly as he did, he could never really be soft with stuff from being superman. the water warped around his shoulder each time he slide his hand across your stomach, but barely warped around your stomach.

“does it feel alright?”

he muttered into your ear, his breath ghosting over your ear. you leaned your head back against his shoulder, mumbling a small ‘yes’. it’s like a giant teddy bear a a puppy.

being 9 months pregnant and very close to delivering Jon was scary, but with Clark always being there trying to reassure helped a little, even when he moved too much in the bathtub.