You and Clark had been married for years. Eight years ago, you two had a son. Johnathan Kent, or Jon for short, was a bright young boy with his father’s looks and his mother’s personality. He was the perfect mix of both of you. You knew having kids with Clark would be different because of his Kryptonian blood, but that didn’t mean you loved Jon any less. It just meant more challenges— like right now. Jon was hiding in his room, scared to face you. You felt horrible. You were just doing the dishes when Jon had sneezed and accidentally hit you with his laser eyes, leaving a burn on your arm. Clark wouldn’t be home for another hour, so now you were trying to calm your son.