And we haven't even picked a name for the baby yet! Much less put Clark through a painful labor and forced Lex to figure out how to get him to the Fortress on time.
Just think about the second trimester sex cravings...
The second trimester should be an exhausting one ... for Lex *G*. Who will find himself standing in the middle of the bathroom one day, with no idea why he is in there, at which point he'll actually find himself thinking that there really WAS such a thing as too much mind-blowing sex *G*.
And, then, of course, after Master Kent-Luthor arrives (with name) he will, of course, be a night-baby, so that both Clark and Lex end up feeling like walking sleep-deprived zombies - and of course, Helga won't hear of them hiring "some stranger to be a nanny," so she takes over the baby-minding duties when the boys can't, although, of course, being Helga she feels that "having children and dealing with them yourself is the reason you have children, not to farm them out to hired strangers." At which point Lex buries the "nanny" idea forever and realizes he's always going to smell burped up baby formula, no matter how old their Kid(s) is/are *G*.
This was a good idea to put it all together. I caught two sections that I had missed previously. Also, I believe you missed one entry: Helga's email to the AI to protest naming the heir Erok-El and wherein we find out that she is Mossad.
I love this universe, reading it brings a smile everytime I think of lychee, eel and wheatgrass as a prevention for hormonal mood swings. Kudos to you and emerin and I do hope more is forthcoming.
PS: Love that Lex is building a cradle. How is he handling business long distance?
I'll try to update this file each time we do a section with comments so that it all stays together. And once we finish, we'll polish it up and post a beta'd version.
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Just think about the second trimester sex cravings...
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And, then, of course, after Master Kent-Luthor arrives (with name) he will, of course, be a night-baby, so that both Clark and Lex end up feeling like walking sleep-deprived zombies - and of course, Helga won't hear of them hiring "some stranger to be a nanny," so she takes over the baby-minding duties when the boys can't, although, of course, being Helga she feels that "having children and dealing with them yourself is the reason you have children, not to farm them out to hired strangers." At which point Lex buries the "nanny" idea forever and realizes he's always going to smell burped up baby formula, no matter how old their Kid(s) is/are *G*.
I can be really evil.
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I love this universe, reading it brings a smile everytime I think of lychee, eel and wheatgrass as a prevention for hormonal mood swings. Kudos to you and emerin and I do hope more is forthcoming.
PS: Love that Lex is building a cradle. How is he handling business long distance?
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The lychee, eel and wheatgrass were as weird a combination as I could come up with.
As to his business, I guess he's doing it by video conferences, meetings at the mansion and the occasional helicopter flight to Metropolis.
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There were some parts I missed, thanks for putting it all together.
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Don't mess with Helga. She's a bit protective of her boys.
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