"Oh.. my god." Clark chokes.

He's staring at you. Actually, he's been staring at you, at your stomach, for an unrememberable amount of time. You're pregnant. That's what you told him. He doesn't have to wonder whether it's his. That's the kind of love he has with you.

"Baby.. this- this is..." His hands sift through his hair, again and again.

He's happy. Scared, but... this is all he wants with you. A life. A family.

God, you're so beautiful when you look at him like that.