It’s not completely uncommon for kids to appear every once in a while in the office. Lois has seen more than her fair share of children, nieces, and nephews in the bullpen afterschool and in the summer months. She’d never had to interact with any of them besides a greeting and some quick conversation up until Clark brought his own kid in.

The rest of their coworkers were a little gobsmacked, sure, because Clark? Having a kid? Lois is the only one who knew and she’s blatantly smug about it all day.

Clark had called Lois to tell her about the kid the day after they’d been taken from the lab and settled in the Kent farmhouse to get them adjusted to real life. After venting about his fears over parenthood (unfounded, by the way; Clark is the most dad-shaped guy to ever exist), Clark had talked extensively about the kid that already stole his heart. Naturally, Lois had also fallen a little in love with the kid just with the way Clark talked about them and their little lab-made oddities.

Clark’s kid is a little freaky, but in a cute way. They’ve got wide, wide eyes that are a little brighter than normal human eyes, and they still haven’t exactly nailed down how often they should blink yet. It’s a little cute to see them look at Clark, watch Clark blink exaggeratedly at them, and then copy him. Really, it’s just cute to watch the kid interact with Clark. They’re like a duckling, following after him wherever he goes, even if it’s just to get water.

He’d left the little tyke with Lois, giving an excuse that was pretty damn flimsy, even for Clark.

“Your dad’s lucky I’m a better liar than him,” Lois had muttered to the little Kent, smiling when they giggled into their hands.

Clark is also lucky Lois is focused on editing today or else he’d be out of a babysitter.

Lois has them set up at one side of her desk, with highlighters, post-it notes, and a few colored pens. The office isn’t exactly stocked with kids in mind, but Lois does her best. The kid seems fine with doodling little drawings and then leaning over to stick them all over Clark’s desk.

They’re quiet enough that she doesn’t have to keep an eye on them the entire time, but she still finds herself just looking at them from time to time. They might not be a carbon copy of Clark, but they’ve picked up on enough of his mannerisms that it’s not even a question that they’re his. It is, of course, incredibly adorable.

She leans over to peek at their latest post-it creation. “I didn’t know Clark had a little Picasso on his hands,” she teases.