Request Fic: One Afternoon at the Lane/Kent House | DCU/SR | Clark/Lois, Lara | PG | 1/1
Title: One Afternoon at the Lane/Kent House
Fandom: DCU/SR
Characters/Pairing: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Lara Lane-Kent
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,543
Prompt: for jammyjar - a cute clois ficlet set in your "one night" series
Summary: While feeding 6-month-old Lara, Clark contemplates the future, and the changes that have come into his life.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Obviously, this little fic is part of the "One Night" Series. This follows "One Christmas at the Kent Farm", and is set around mid-July of this year. I was so happy to get a "One Night" prompt, of course! I've missed this little -verse I created. ^_^ Because of this one, there will be one more coming soonish, that covers what happened with Bruce... Hehehe... And possibly, there will be something with their trip to the Fortress. :p
One Afternoon at the Lane/Kent House
Holding the spoon up to Lara's mouth, Clark waited patiently as she gurgled and made a face. “No strained peas?” he asked her. Not that she could answer, being a six-month-old and not really speaking yet, but the continued grimace and the smeared remains of the last three attempted spoonfuls surrounding her mouth was enough to convince Clark that moving on to a green vegetable so soon really had been a bad idea. “Yeah, I'm not that big of a fan, either. Let's see what else we've got, huh?”
After wiping up the mess and ditching the spoon and the half-empty jar in the sink, he went for the refrigerator to scrounge up something different. He hated to go back to the rice cereal she'd been on, but... wait. Bananas!
“Aha!” he proclaimed, pulling the cold-blackened fruit out of the fridge. “You are in for a treat, little lady.” Grabbing a bowl and a fork, he peeled a banana and mashed up about a third of it, adding formula from the fridge to thin it out. Once he had a creamy concoction, he sat back at the table, chuckling at his daughter's continued gurgling and her instant smile when he held up the spoonful of mashed banana. “Open wide!” he grinned.
And... success!
Clark felt his insides melt a little at the happy face she made as she gummed the fruit. “I knew you'd like that! Don't tell your mom, but bananas were one of my favorite fruits, growing up. Of course, there were always apples, and plenty of peaches and plums to be had from the Andersons' orchard on the other side of town, but I could eat a whole bunch of bananas in one sitting by the time I was five.” He paused, scooping up another spoonful, which was quickly taken. “Your grandma couldn't keep me in fruit, I ate so much.”
Lara gurgled, gumming the bite down, happy and reaching for the spoon unsuccessfully.
After taking a bite from the rest of the banana for himself and giving the baby another bite of the mashed fruit, Clark watched her for a moment, gazing into her multi-hued eyes, brilliant blue, green, and brown, just like her mother's. Contemplating the future in those eyes, he smiled again. “You're going to be the strongest girl on Earth, do you know that? Lara Kal-El, the Princess of Krypton. Supergirl,” he finished with a more secretive grin. In a low voice, he went on, “Of course, you'll need to wear contacts to disguise those gorgeous peepers of yours, and you'll probably wear a much shorter cape than I do, but still! And your brother will make a fine Superboy when he's old enough, too. My son, Jer-El, Superboy! It'll be fantastic! And! I happen to know that our friend in Gotham is training a young man right now to be his partner in crime-fighting, so you two will have someone to look up to that isn't a stodgy old adult. Maybe...” He grinned again, and his daughter gurgled around a bite of banana. “Maybe you'll even have a team one day, like your old Daddy and Uncle Bruce and aunt Diana have. You can call it the Junior Justice League! Or... the Legion of Teen Superheroes! Or... the Teen... something, I dunno. Point is,” he waved the empty spoon for a moment, before scooping up more mashed fruit, “you are so very much not alone. You're gonna get all the support and training that I never quite had. Not to say that Grandma and Grandpa didn't do a bang-up job, but it would have been nice having more answers, you know?”
Stopping for a minute, he realized the bowl was mostly empty. “Wow, you eat a lot, kiddo,” he smiled, unable to wipe the expression off his face for even a moment. “You're gonna be flying circles around me in no time, I can feel it!” Wiping off her mouth as she smiled back at him and gurgled some more, blowing raspberries at him and slapping her palms on the tray of the high chair, he couldn't help feeling like he was the luckiest man alive. Two beautiful children. One almost ready - well, more than ready - for second grade after skipping a year already, one eating foods she shouldn't have been able to stomach yet, thanks to a properly treated immune system and an already working Kryptonian physiology. And... it was all happening so fast. He'd gone from 'schlub who'd lost the girl' to 'hero of the story' so fast his head had spun! And all because of one fateful night working late at the Planet. If Lois hadn't been, well, lonely and on the prowl, he's not sure things would ever have changed between them. More likely, they would have continued on as partners and friends for the foreseeable future. But there was no point in contemplating it; he and Lois had gotten together - and what a night that had been! - and everything had fallen into place. Getting married, Lois getting pregnant almost right away, despite being on the pill, Lara's frightening but beautiful birth, moving to a new house on a quiet cul-de-sac... It was like fate had another idea of destiny in mind for them. Not to mention the recent founding of the League. That was certainly something he'd never imagined, except in his wildest dreams.
He wondered what his birth-parents would have thought about the way things had turned out for him. They'd be pleased, right? The AI version of his mother had been ecstatic when he'd introduced Lois and Jason and later, baby Lara. Jor-El... well, he hadn't been quite so emotional, and hadn't had much to say about the League except that he shouldn't mix family, friends, and his 'mission', however that was defined these days. But that was par for the course with him, Clark knew. Unless... maybe it was time for another trip to the Fortress, to show his father just how wonderfully things were going, that his 'destiny' wasn't quite how Jor-El had imagined it.
Lifting his daughter out of the high chair, Clark bounced her in the air, then snuggled her close to his heart, patting her on the back and swaying with her as he turned to head into the living room. “Lois?” he called out. “What do you say to a little trip to the Fortress later? I've got the rest of the evening free, as far as I can tell, and Jason should be home from his piano lesson in a-” But Lois was standing in the pass-through to the living room, arms crossed over her chest, and Clark drew up short. How didn't he hear her? Oh, right, feeding Lara... He was ashamed to admit that he'd developed quite the narrow view when it came to her. “Uh... how long have you been standing there?” he asked sheepishly.
“Long enough to wonder what kind of fantasies you're filling our daughter's head with,” she answered, cocking her head to the side. “A teen superhero team? Really?” Her voice dripped with sarcastic skepticism. “That's the stuff of comic books and cartoons, Clark.”
“Yeah, but... Bruce is training Dick and... one day...”
Her glare cut him off, and he dropped his gaze. “You know I don't approve of that little boy going out on the streets of Gotham like that,” she said. “But that's not up to me. This is. No serious superheroing until they're fifteen, that's the rule we decided on when we got together, remember? Fifteen.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Lois smirked and rolled her eyes, then stepped forward and swept Lara out of Clark's arms, kissing her dark hair and patting her on the back. When the baby finally burped, Lois wrinkled her nose and sniffed her breath. “Clark... what have you been feeding her?”
“Uh...” Clark looked away, color rising on his cheeks.
“Clark Kent!” she gaped as she sniffed again. “Bananas!? Are you out of your mind?”
“But she wouldn't eat the peas! I thought th-”
“Peas, too!? Oh, God,” she groaned, rocking the baby gently and patting her back some more. “There is a whole shelf of yellow and orange vegetables in there for her! You should have started with the butternut squash; she would have eaten it.”
Clark felt his blush creeping all the way up to his scalp. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
With a heavy sigh, Lois rolled her eyes again. “God, you're never going to be able to say 'no' to her, are you? I know Dr. Hamilton said to try new things with her and see what works, but trust me on this, bananas are not a good first food. They're too sweet. And before you try to protest, no, your Kryptonian Princess does not need the extra energy yet. She gets plenty of sun as it is and it's all I can do to keep up with the toys she's already broken.”
“Ba-ma,” Lara murmured, tugging on Lois's hair and giggling.
“Ow!!”
Clark's counterargument already long gone, he smirked mischievously. “So I guess pudding is out?”
Chuckling, he barely dodged the swat.
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Fandom: DCU/SR
Characters/Pairing: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Lara Lane-Kent
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,543
Prompt: for jammyjar - a cute clois ficlet set in your "one night" series
Summary: While feeding 6-month-old Lara, Clark contemplates the future, and the changes that have come into his life.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Obviously, this little fic is part of the "One Night" Series. This follows "One Christmas at the Kent Farm", and is set around mid-July of this year. I was so happy to get a "One Night" prompt, of course! I've missed this little -verse I created. ^_^ Because of this one, there will be one more coming soonish, that covers what happened with Bruce... Hehehe... And possibly, there will be something with their trip to the Fortress. :p
One Afternoon at the Lane/Kent House
Holding the spoon up to Lara's mouth, Clark waited patiently as she gurgled and made a face. “No strained peas?” he asked her. Not that she could answer, being a six-month-old and not really speaking yet, but the continued grimace and the smeared remains of the last three attempted spoonfuls surrounding her mouth was enough to convince Clark that moving on to a green vegetable so soon really had been a bad idea. “Yeah, I'm not that big of a fan, either. Let's see what else we've got, huh?”
After wiping up the mess and ditching the spoon and the half-empty jar in the sink, he went for the refrigerator to scrounge up something different. He hated to go back to the rice cereal she'd been on, but... wait. Bananas!
“Aha!” he proclaimed, pulling the cold-blackened fruit out of the fridge. “You are in for a treat, little lady.” Grabbing a bowl and a fork, he peeled a banana and mashed up about a third of it, adding formula from the fridge to thin it out. Once he had a creamy concoction, he sat back at the table, chuckling at his daughter's continued gurgling and her instant smile when he held up the spoonful of mashed banana. “Open wide!” he grinned.
And... success!
Clark felt his insides melt a little at the happy face she made as she gummed the fruit. “I knew you'd like that! Don't tell your mom, but bananas were one of my favorite fruits, growing up. Of course, there were always apples, and plenty of peaches and plums to be had from the Andersons' orchard on the other side of town, but I could eat a whole bunch of bananas in one sitting by the time I was five.” He paused, scooping up another spoonful, which was quickly taken. “Your grandma couldn't keep me in fruit, I ate so much.”
Lara gurgled, gumming the bite down, happy and reaching for the spoon unsuccessfully.
After taking a bite from the rest of the banana for himself and giving the baby another bite of the mashed fruit, Clark watched her for a moment, gazing into her multi-hued eyes, brilliant blue, green, and brown, just like her mother's. Contemplating the future in those eyes, he smiled again. “You're going to be the strongest girl on Earth, do you know that? Lara Kal-El, the Princess of Krypton. Supergirl,” he finished with a more secretive grin. In a low voice, he went on, “Of course, you'll need to wear contacts to disguise those gorgeous peepers of yours, and you'll probably wear a much shorter cape than I do, but still! And your brother will make a fine Superboy when he's old enough, too. My son, Jer-El, Superboy! It'll be fantastic! And! I happen to know that our friend in Gotham is training a young man right now to be his partner in crime-fighting, so you two will have someone to look up to that isn't a stodgy old adult. Maybe...” He grinned again, and his daughter gurgled around a bite of banana. “Maybe you'll even have a team one day, like your old Daddy and Uncle Bruce and aunt Diana have. You can call it the Junior Justice League! Or... the Legion of Teen Superheroes! Or... the Teen... something, I dunno. Point is,” he waved the empty spoon for a moment, before scooping up more mashed fruit, “you are so very much not alone. You're gonna get all the support and training that I never quite had. Not to say that Grandma and Grandpa didn't do a bang-up job, but it would have been nice having more answers, you know?”
Stopping for a minute, he realized the bowl was mostly empty. “Wow, you eat a lot, kiddo,” he smiled, unable to wipe the expression off his face for even a moment. “You're gonna be flying circles around me in no time, I can feel it!” Wiping off her mouth as she smiled back at him and gurgled some more, blowing raspberries at him and slapping her palms on the tray of the high chair, he couldn't help feeling like he was the luckiest man alive. Two beautiful children. One almost ready - well, more than ready - for second grade after skipping a year already, one eating foods she shouldn't have been able to stomach yet, thanks to a properly treated immune system and an already working Kryptonian physiology. And... it was all happening so fast. He'd gone from 'schlub who'd lost the girl' to 'hero of the story' so fast his head had spun! And all because of one fateful night working late at the Planet. If Lois hadn't been, well, lonely and on the prowl, he's not sure things would ever have changed between them. More likely, they would have continued on as partners and friends for the foreseeable future. But there was no point in contemplating it; he and Lois had gotten together - and what a night that had been! - and everything had fallen into place. Getting married, Lois getting pregnant almost right away, despite being on the pill, Lara's frightening but beautiful birth, moving to a new house on a quiet cul-de-sac... It was like fate had another idea of destiny in mind for them. Not to mention the recent founding of the League. That was certainly something he'd never imagined, except in his wildest dreams.
He wondered what his birth-parents would have thought about the way things had turned out for him. They'd be pleased, right? The AI version of his mother had been ecstatic when he'd introduced Lois and Jason and later, baby Lara. Jor-El... well, he hadn't been quite so emotional, and hadn't had much to say about the League except that he shouldn't mix family, friends, and his 'mission', however that was defined these days. But that was par for the course with him, Clark knew. Unless... maybe it was time for another trip to the Fortress, to show his father just how wonderfully things were going, that his 'destiny' wasn't quite how Jor-El had imagined it.
Lifting his daughter out of the high chair, Clark bounced her in the air, then snuggled her close to his heart, patting her on the back and swaying with her as he turned to head into the living room. “Lois?” he called out. “What do you say to a little trip to the Fortress later? I've got the rest of the evening free, as far as I can tell, and Jason should be home from his piano lesson in a-” But Lois was standing in the pass-through to the living room, arms crossed over her chest, and Clark drew up short. How didn't he hear her? Oh, right, feeding Lara... He was ashamed to admit that he'd developed quite the narrow view when it came to her. “Uh... how long have you been standing there?” he asked sheepishly.
“Long enough to wonder what kind of fantasies you're filling our daughter's head with,” she answered, cocking her head to the side. “A teen superhero team? Really?” Her voice dripped with sarcastic skepticism. “That's the stuff of comic books and cartoons, Clark.”
“Yeah, but... Bruce is training Dick and... one day...”
Her glare cut him off, and he dropped his gaze. “You know I don't approve of that little boy going out on the streets of Gotham like that,” she said. “But that's not up to me. This is. No serious superheroing until they're fifteen, that's the rule we decided on when we got together, remember? Fifteen.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Lois smirked and rolled her eyes, then stepped forward and swept Lara out of Clark's arms, kissing her dark hair and patting her on the back. When the baby finally burped, Lois wrinkled her nose and sniffed her breath. “Clark... what have you been feeding her?”
“Uh...” Clark looked away, color rising on his cheeks.
“Clark Kent!” she gaped as she sniffed again. “Bananas!? Are you out of your mind?”
“But she wouldn't eat the peas! I thought th-”
“Peas, too!? Oh, God,” she groaned, rocking the baby gently and patting her back some more. “There is a whole shelf of yellow and orange vegetables in there for her! You should have started with the butternut squash; she would have eaten it.”
Clark felt his blush creeping all the way up to his scalp. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
With a heavy sigh, Lois rolled her eyes again. “God, you're never going to be able to say 'no' to her, are you? I know Dr. Hamilton said to try new things with her and see what works, but trust me on this, bananas are not a good first food. They're too sweet. And before you try to protest, no, your Kryptonian Princess does not need the extra energy yet. She gets plenty of sun as it is and it's all I can do to keep up with the toys she's already broken.”
“Ba-ma,” Lara murmured, tugging on Lois's hair and giggling.
“Ow!!”
Clark's counterargument already long gone, he smirked mischievously. “So I guess pudding is out?”
Chuckling, he barely dodged the swat.
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