Jun 09, 2006 14:23
Baby bean
Your dad wrote you a letter yesterday. So I figured it would be nice to write you one too. I'm Clark, your other dad. I'm 17, I go to Smallville High and I work part time sometimes at Fordmans. I met your dad after a car accident, when I saved his life. It's was like the first real kiss I ever had, and I was giving him mouth to mouth. I guess that will gross you out though.
Me and Lex are in love, and when I knew you were going to come and be with us too it made that stronger. I can't imagine two people loving something so small as much as we do. You're as long as the span of my hand. I've got really big hands and feet, Lex says my feet smell, they do not!
We're staying with Mr Wayne at the moment, he's an old, and I mean really old friend Lex's. He's nice enough. I don't like it when he touches Lex's hand. Anyway he's got a ward, called Dick. He's really nice, the same age as me too. He's pretty interested in you, even when you're not born you have fans.
Your Grandma is going to be so happy when you make an appearance. There's a room already decorated (by Grandpa) in their home for you. It's all sunshine yellow with coloured balloons painted on. Grandma has clothes and diapers ready for you.
I can't believe how long this letter's becoming. There's so much to tell you, and I haven't even told you how much I care and how much you mean. I can't think of any words to describe it, but inside I feel all tingly. I have butterflies in my stomach all the time. I'm happy, glowing, I could fly, I could do anything for you.
Sometimes when I lie next to Lex you kick a lot, like you're trying to get out when my hand's near you. I like to imagine that you want to see me that you want me to hold you.