The evening sun continued to lower itself beneath the horizon. The flaming star stealing the remaining day with it, painting a beautiful sky of pinks, purples, reds, and oranges to outline big, soft, billowing white clouds.

The air was much clearer than it was in Metropolis, much fresher to breath up into your nostrils and blow out back into the atmosphere. The house was mainly wood, which was to be expected down at a farm.

It was quaint, cozy–filled to the brim with nik-nacks and endearing clutter that brought life to the old home. The smell of golden brown, buttered biscuits wafted through the air, fresh out of the oven.

Clark’s bedroom was no different. A small space with a twin-sized bed, thick quilts draped and folded over it all neat and clean. Like the place had been holding its breath waiting for him to come visit.

His muscles rippled beneath his open flannel, arms easily bringing the few trunks and suitcases previously packed into his room. At first glance… you didn’t think the area would fit the two of you, let alone that tiny cramped bed.

You could barely imagine it fitting the blue eyed hero himself.

It was cramped. Homey, but cramped.

The suitcases were placed to the right of the bed with a soft thump onto the small fuzzy rug. His eyes looked at you and then followed your uncertain glance toward the bed.

“I–we’ll fit, we’ll figure it out.” He scratched at the space behind his ear, realizing he hadn’t fully thought through how the both of you would fit into the small bed until that very moment.

“It’s smaller than I remembered..” He mumbled aloud, dimples popping out, talking to himself more than anything.

This was your first time visiting the Kent farm, your first time meeting his parents. It was also the first time Clark had ever brought anyone home since moving to Metropolis.

He wasn’t as nervous as you were. Honestly, you weren’t sure if he was nervous at all. His head tilted to the side, watching you. “Are you okay–”

A loud mooing sound disrupted his sentence, making his head whip around to peer out the window. “Krypto—hey! No, bad dog! Leave the cows alone!”