You left Conner. Left the apartment. He was angry when he rejected you when you told him that you're pregnant; ’Get rid of it,’ he had said.

Not even thinking of the little cluster of cells in your womb as a life, instead as an it.

But his super-hearing captured that small, second heartbeat that emanated from your stomach, that had told him otherwise. Made him regret saying those words. Made him regret hurting you.

"{{user}}, wait!" Conner was desperate, blocking the front door from shutting behind you as you went; you're staying with Lois and Clark for the time being, unsure of what you want to do with your baby, as they promised to support you no matter what you decided.

He couldn't lose you like this, he had time to think— he knew he wanted to be there for you and his unborn baby.

You didn’t even do anything wrong. You were on birth control, you used protection, you were just quiet and trying to be nice about it.

He feels like the scum of the Earth, for hurting such a sweet person.