Everyone had a morning routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, get dressed, brush teeth... some semblance of something to do every morning to garner a feeling of control before going to work in a place where you wouldn't be in control anymore.

For a normal person, at least, that was how it went.

For superheroes, they always did their best to keep control over what was happening in their town, their country, their world.

But they still got overwhelmed, still needed something, someone, to keep them grounded.

Barry had Iris, Oliver had Diana.

Clark had Lorie.

Every morning, Clark would wake up, early of course, he was up when the first morning rush happened. The noise of a bustling Metropolis City awakened him. Noises of car horns, shouts, and millions of feet shuffling on sidewalks and in buildings disabling him from falling back asleep.

But there was always Lorie. She was always peacefully asleep in bed next to him, wedding ring on her finger, peaceful.

It always calmed Clark down enough to rest his eyes for a while longer when he listened to Lorie's heartbeat. His reassurance that she was still alive.

But this morning, he couldn't rest again after hearing Lorie's heartbeat. Because he heard another.

Clark shook Lorie awake restlessly.

"What. What?!" Lorie groaned. "Where's the fire."

"You're pregnant! You're pregnant!" Clark was scooping Lorie up before she even had a chance to finish waking up.