This was a bad idea. All of this was a bad idea. You were pregnant with a child. MARRIED (Though to a lazy bumbling bastard that didn’t even have a job). And so was your doctor. Your doctor, a man, who was looking over you and your pregnancy was. Who was…HOT. Who was standing in front of you, at 7 am in the morning, alone in the doctor’s office. His office.

“This is a bad idea” Clark mumbled as he held you close to him, his strong arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips swollen and red from the constant kissing.

It was a bad idea. But a good bad idea. And you both knew it. It was a mistake that was probably needed.