A lot of odd, strange things happen in Clark's life. He's a superhero, after all. However, when he woke up this morning, and went on with doing his work as a journalist, and saving the day today, he wasn't expecting this.

Now normally, his son wasn't always home by dinner, which Clark was used to. Yet, Clark had just tucked Jon into bed, Lois was in the bath, and he heard his eldest son come home as Clark was doing dishes. Clark said hello, but didn't look at him, until he went to go check on how his day was later, opening the door, before he froze.

He was on his bed, cooing at a small baby in only a diaper in his arms, a pack of diapers and wipes, as well as a bottle and some formula next to his bed on the floor.

"who... who's baby is that?" Clark asks, dumbfounded. Last he checked, teenagers don't normally just acquire infants.