Fic: Watermelon
Title: Watermelon
Pairing: Clex! Okay, not really, but it will be one day when it’s all grown up :D Lex isn't actually even in this.
Rating: G
Warnings: Hints at mpreg, excessive cuteness
Summary: The Kents are out in Evan’s Field for a family picnic and something happens that causes Clark a lot of worry.
Word Count: 2282
“Watermelon! Yay!”
Clark walked dutifully into the field carrying a watermelon much larger than his head. He peered over it trying to see who was speaking. Five year old Lana Lang ran up to him with her shiny black hair fanning over her shoulder. His knees buckled, and he fell down. Lana looked down at him and said seriously, “That melon is too heavy for you, Clark. I’ll get it.”
She tried to pull the watermelon out of his arms, but it was too heavy for her as well. Then his dad reached between them and plucked it up. “Don’t worry, kid. I got it.”
“I don’t feel good, Dad.”
Jonathan Kent swept his arm around his young son’s shoulder and directed him over towards the picnic site. “Come sit down with me and your mom.”
“Lana makes me feel funny.” Clark pouted a little when his father laughed at the statement. Clark looked back at the girl, who was now pulling her dress over her head. “What is she doing?”
Nell ran over to her quickly, and Clark could hear her yelling at Lana for not wanting to wear her pretty dress.
“I don’t like dresses! I hate pink!” Lana shouted, stopping her foot.
“But you look so pretty, sweetie! Just pull the skirt back down and come over here with the other little girls and play with your dolls.”
“I don’t like the other little girls. I wanna go play with Pete.”
Nell’s face soured, and she grabbed Lana by the hand. “Your mother loved to play with other little girls.”
Jonathan snorted loudly. “Did she, huh?’
“Oh hush, Jonathan,” Nell snapped, pulling a reluctant Lana along. “Pervert.”
“Hi, Clark.” She smiled shyly at him and played with her necklace. Clark rubbed his tummy and frowned.
“Daaaad.” Clark pressed his face into his father’s leg. Jonathan looked down at him with a smile.
“Heh. Yeah, girls sure make you feel funny, don’t they? Your mom still makes me feel funny.”
Clark frowned more deeply. Why would Mommy do that to Dad? I thought she loved him!
When they reached the blanket where his mom and the Rosses were, he sat down and watched the other kids running around. He wasn’t allowed to play with the other kids sometimes. His mom and dad said that it might hurt the other kids, and he didn’t want that. Plus they might find out his secret, and Clark would get taken away. So he just sat on the blanket, his mom rubbing his back slowly.
“You feel better, Clark?” she asked.
Jonathan grinned. “Nah, he’s fine. Just got girl troubles.”
Martha laughed. “He’s five, Jonathan. He doesn’t even know what he is yet, let alone know enough to have girl troubles.”
“You wanna go play with Lana?” Jonathan encouraged.
“No!” Clark said immediately. He curled up next to his Mom and bit his thumb.
“You don’t have to go anywhere, sweetie,” she assured him. “You boys ready for some sandwiches?”
Pete sat next to Clark and pulled out his little cars. The two of them vroom-vroomed while waiting for their moms to set out the food.
“Hey there, Martha!” A blond woman came by with their little girl. “Mind if we set up beside you?”
“Hi, Deborah. Of course not. Who is this?”
The little girl hid.
“That’s Alicia. Say hi to Clark, honey.”
“Hi.” Her little muffled voice came from behind the woman’s legs. Martha smiled.
“She’s sweet.”
“I hope she can make a few friends. Alicia’s awfully shy.”
Alicia peeked out a bit and gave Clark a little wave. He waved back. “Do you want to play cars with us? We’re gonna have sammiches in a minute.”
“Yeah.” She came over and sat a little bit away from them. Her straight blond hair hung over her face a little bit. Clark vroomed, and she giggled.
After they had sandwiches, Clark and his friends ran around the field playing freeze tag until Jonathan called out that the watermelons were ready. All of the kids who had come to the picnic ran over to the blankets and were given a slice. Clark dug into the watermelon excitedly, eating all of his slice, right up to the rim.
“Oh, no, Clark! You shouldn’t do that!” Pete cried. He spit out some seeds and looked at his friend with concern. “My aunt told me you shouldn’t swallow watermelon seeds.”
Clark wiped his mouth a little with his arm and frowned at the other boy. “Why not? They don’t taste bad.”
“’Cause if you do, they’ll grow in your belly, and you’ll have a baby.”
“…What??”
“Yuh-huh. She told me so. And her belly is this big.” Pete held out both of his hands really far from his stomach and cupped his hands to show how round it had gotten.
Clark looked down at his stomach. “But I already ate them. What do I do!?”
“Dunno. Guess your parents’ll tell you how to take care of it.”
Clark’s eyes bugged out, and he pulled up his shirt to get a look at his belly. “It’s not growing!”
“Yeah, but it happens really slow. It’ll be like a year before the baby’s ready to come out.”
Clark scrunched up his face and looked at Pete fretfully. “I can’t have a baby!”
“Well, you don’t have a choice, Clark. You ate the seeds! Everyone knows you’re not supposed’t’eat the seeds!”
Clark made a soft whimpering sound and curled around his knees. All of a sudden, he felt really sick and weak. “I think you’re right. I feel like I’m gonna puke.”
“That’s morning sickness,” Alicia pitched in wisely. “When you’re having a baby you throw up a lot.”
“Hi guys!” Lana sat right next to Clark. Watermelon juice was smeared all over her mouth and the sleeves of her dress.
“Unn,” Clark groaned. “What else happens?”
Alicia and Pete looked to one another.
“Other than pukin’ and gettin' really fat? I dunno,” Pete said.
“What’re you talking about?” Lana asked.
“Clark’s havin’ a baby,” Alicia told her clapping her hands together and smiling brightly.
“Boys don’t have babies!” Lana protested. “Only girls get to be mommies.”
“Yeah, but he ate watermelon seeds,” Pete explained.
Lana nodded her head in understanding. “Huh, oh-kay. I wonder… ed if boys got pregny, too. With watermelons.”
Clark started to cry.
“Oh yeah! My mommy said you get really sad sometimes from… harmons,” Alicia added. She scooted over to Clark and rubbed on his shoulder. “Don’t be sad, Clark. Your parents are nice. They’ll help you with the baby an’ not kick you out like my cousins parents did her.”
Clark cried harder. His mom ran over to them and wrapped her arms around him. “Clark! Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
The other kids looked at each other guiltily. Clark threw up on her blouse. Startled, but more concerned than angry, she scooped Clark into her arms and quickly carried him to the truck.
“I need to take him home!” Martha called over her shoulder. Jonathan nodded to her, and she quickly drove him home, looking over to him and feeling his forehead several times on the way.
His mom got him out of the yucky clothes and asked him how he felt when she was getting him into the bath. Clark kept looking down at his tummy, and she would ask how it felt, and if it was sore or gurgley. He kept shaking his head and cried a little more before they were through. She got him into his blue pajamas and let him curl up on the couch with her as they watched a movie he wasn’t normally allowed to watch and she rubbed his tummy.
“Feeling better, baby?”
Clark nodded.
“Let me know if you feel sick again. You don’t have a fever. Must be something in your tummy.”
His face scrunched up, and he snuggled into her side. He was scared to tell her what was wrong. What if she was mad at him? What if she and dad didn’t want him anymore after this? They might decide to get rid of him like his other parents had.
“If you still feel okay later, maybe I’ll have Daddy get you some ice cream. I’m sorry the picnic got ruined.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Clark sniffed. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh, baby, this isn’t your fault.” She stroked his hair gently. “I hope you can still start school on Monday.”
Clark pouted again but kept silent. He wanted to go to school, but he didn’t know if you were allowed when you were having a baby.
He kept quiet over the weekend and started school like he was supposed to. Every once and awhile, he would feel sick and have to go sit down. Alicia or Pete would notice and talk to him until he felt better.
“It’s okay, Clark,” Alicia told him. “I asked my mom an’… she said morning sickness means… the baby is healthy.”
Clark nodded. It wasn’t the baby’s fault he’d eaten the seeds. He guessed it was up to him to make sure the baby was okay. So for the next few weeks, he ate peas even though he hated them, ‘cause his mom said they were good for him, and drank all of his milk and went to bed on time without complaining so the baby could get plenty of rest. Alicia said that was important.
One morning before school, Martha caught Clark standing naked in front of the mirror rubbing his hand on his tummy.
“Oh, baby, do you feel sick again?”
“No. Um.” He looked down and started to turn red.
“You can stay home from school with me, if you want.” She knelt beside him and started to feel his face for a fever. She took his hand and led him back to his room. “Do you want to stay home from school? We should probably take you to the doctor…”
“Martha, honestly, he doesn’t need a doctor. What’s going on?” Jonathan came in buttoning his shirt.
“Clark is sick again. Oh… but we can’t take him to the doctor, can we?”
“No way of telling what’s wrong with him. Try not to worry, hon.” He put his arm around her. Clark looked at them worrying about him and felt so so guilty. He started to wiggle into the pants his mom had laid out for him.
“It’s okay. I can go to school.”
“No, if you’re sick, I don’t want you to go,” she protested reaching over to help him slip the shirt over his head. Her eyes were getting a little shiny. Clark shook his head hard.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m not sick, Mommy; I’m just pregny.”
Jonathan and Martha stared in surprise.
“You’re what now, son?” Jonathan asked incredulously.
“I’m pregny. It means that I’m gonna have a baby,” Clark informed him very seriously, as though Jonathan wouldn’t know about such things. When his parents both cracked a smile, Clark relaxed a little. They’d adopted him. Maybe they would like having an extra baby around.
“Oh,” Martha covered her mouth and turned away for a moment before speaking. “Why would you think you were having a baby?”
“I ate watermelon seeds, and now they’re growing in my tummy and they turn into babies.”
Martha couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she reached down and hugged her son. “Oh, oh, baby!”
Clark looked up at them and frowned a little. “Can you take care of the baby so I can go to school? I’ll look after her when I get home, I promise!”
Jonathan pressed his lips together. He knelt down by the bed and ruffled Clark’s hair. “Wow, it’s about time for the talk, huh? Look, son. Who told you that?”
“Pete. His aunt’s having a baby and she said that was how it happened,” Clark sucked in his lip. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was bad to eat them. I didn’t mean t’be bad.”
“You aren’t bad,” Martha said gently. “But you aren’t having a baby. That’s not how babies grow, or I’d give you a bunch of brothers and sisters!”
“Oh.” Clark looked at them in confusion. Then he looked down in his tummy, feeling a little disappointed somehow. His mom rubbed his tummy again.
“Why don’t we tell you how babies are really made?”
Clark followed them into the kitchen where his mom and dad got out some paper and explain using pictures of horsies how babies really grew and why his mommy couldn’t have one. He looked down again.
“Oh, so that’s what that’s for!”
Martha laughed and hugged her son. “Okay? So you understand that you’re not pregnant?”
Clark nodded happily.
“Next time you’re worried, hon. Just let us know, and we’ll make it better,” she promised. Jonathan grinned as his son ran out of the room to grab his backpack.
“Jonathan, I don’t know if we just told him the truth. It might be different for him. You have to notice during his baths…”
“Yeah, well if it comes up, we’ll talk to him about it.”
“It coming up could be him coming to us one day, much like this, and telling us he really is pregnant, and it being true,” she insisted worriedly. “We don’t know how this works for Clark.”
Jonathan signed. “Before he hits high school, we’ll make sure he knows how to use a condom.”
Clark came back out. “I’m ready!”
Jonathan nodded. “Let’s go, kiddo!”
Martha smiled as her boys left for school and went about her day thinking about the day when they would have to tell their sweet boy about his origins.
Pairing: Clex! Okay, not really, but it will be one day when it’s all grown up :D Lex isn't actually even in this.
Rating: G
Warnings: Hints at mpreg, excessive cuteness
Summary: The Kents are out in Evan’s Field for a family picnic and something happens that causes Clark a lot of worry.
Word Count: 2282
“Watermelon! Yay!”
Clark walked dutifully into the field carrying a watermelon much larger than his head. He peered over it trying to see who was speaking. Five year old Lana Lang ran up to him with her shiny black hair fanning over her shoulder. His knees buckled, and he fell down. Lana looked down at him and said seriously, “That melon is too heavy for you, Clark. I’ll get it.”
She tried to pull the watermelon out of his arms, but it was too heavy for her as well. Then his dad reached between them and plucked it up. “Don’t worry, kid. I got it.”
“I don’t feel good, Dad.”
Jonathan Kent swept his arm around his young son’s shoulder and directed him over towards the picnic site. “Come sit down with me and your mom.”
“Lana makes me feel funny.” Clark pouted a little when his father laughed at the statement. Clark looked back at the girl, who was now pulling her dress over her head. “What is she doing?”
Nell ran over to her quickly, and Clark could hear her yelling at Lana for not wanting to wear her pretty dress.
“I don’t like dresses! I hate pink!” Lana shouted, stopping her foot.
“But you look so pretty, sweetie! Just pull the skirt back down and come over here with the other little girls and play with your dolls.”
“I don’t like the other little girls. I wanna go play with Pete.”
Nell’s face soured, and she grabbed Lana by the hand. “Your mother loved to play with other little girls.”
Jonathan snorted loudly. “Did she, huh?’
“Oh hush, Jonathan,” Nell snapped, pulling a reluctant Lana along. “Pervert.”
“Hi, Clark.” She smiled shyly at him and played with her necklace. Clark rubbed his tummy and frowned.
“Daaaad.” Clark pressed his face into his father’s leg. Jonathan looked down at him with a smile.
“Heh. Yeah, girls sure make you feel funny, don’t they? Your mom still makes me feel funny.”
Clark frowned more deeply. Why would Mommy do that to Dad? I thought she loved him!
When they reached the blanket where his mom and the Rosses were, he sat down and watched the other kids running around. He wasn’t allowed to play with the other kids sometimes. His mom and dad said that it might hurt the other kids, and he didn’t want that. Plus they might find out his secret, and Clark would get taken away. So he just sat on the blanket, his mom rubbing his back slowly.
“You feel better, Clark?” she asked.
Jonathan grinned. “Nah, he’s fine. Just got girl troubles.”
Martha laughed. “He’s five, Jonathan. He doesn’t even know what he is yet, let alone know enough to have girl troubles.”
“You wanna go play with Lana?” Jonathan encouraged.
“No!” Clark said immediately. He curled up next to his Mom and bit his thumb.
“You don’t have to go anywhere, sweetie,” she assured him. “You boys ready for some sandwiches?”
Pete sat next to Clark and pulled out his little cars. The two of them vroom-vroomed while waiting for their moms to set out the food.
“Hey there, Martha!” A blond woman came by with their little girl. “Mind if we set up beside you?”
“Hi, Deborah. Of course not. Who is this?”
The little girl hid.
“That’s Alicia. Say hi to Clark, honey.”
“Hi.” Her little muffled voice came from behind the woman’s legs. Martha smiled.
“She’s sweet.”
“I hope she can make a few friends. Alicia’s awfully shy.”
Alicia peeked out a bit and gave Clark a little wave. He waved back. “Do you want to play cars with us? We’re gonna have sammiches in a minute.”
“Yeah.” She came over and sat a little bit away from them. Her straight blond hair hung over her face a little bit. Clark vroomed, and she giggled.
After they had sandwiches, Clark and his friends ran around the field playing freeze tag until Jonathan called out that the watermelons were ready. All of the kids who had come to the picnic ran over to the blankets and were given a slice. Clark dug into the watermelon excitedly, eating all of his slice, right up to the rim.
“Oh, no, Clark! You shouldn’t do that!” Pete cried. He spit out some seeds and looked at his friend with concern. “My aunt told me you shouldn’t swallow watermelon seeds.”
Clark wiped his mouth a little with his arm and frowned at the other boy. “Why not? They don’t taste bad.”
“’Cause if you do, they’ll grow in your belly, and you’ll have a baby.”
“…What??”
“Yuh-huh. She told me so. And her belly is this big.” Pete held out both of his hands really far from his stomach and cupped his hands to show how round it had gotten.
Clark looked down at his stomach. “But I already ate them. What do I do!?”
“Dunno. Guess your parents’ll tell you how to take care of it.”
Clark’s eyes bugged out, and he pulled up his shirt to get a look at his belly. “It’s not growing!”
“Yeah, but it happens really slow. It’ll be like a year before the baby’s ready to come out.”
Clark scrunched up his face and looked at Pete fretfully. “I can’t have a baby!”
“Well, you don’t have a choice, Clark. You ate the seeds! Everyone knows you’re not supposed’t’eat the seeds!”
Clark made a soft whimpering sound and curled around his knees. All of a sudden, he felt really sick and weak. “I think you’re right. I feel like I’m gonna puke.”
“That’s morning sickness,” Alicia pitched in wisely. “When you’re having a baby you throw up a lot.”
“Hi guys!” Lana sat right next to Clark. Watermelon juice was smeared all over her mouth and the sleeves of her dress.
“Unn,” Clark groaned. “What else happens?”
Alicia and Pete looked to one another.
“Other than pukin’ and gettin' really fat? I dunno,” Pete said.
“What’re you talking about?” Lana asked.
“Clark’s havin’ a baby,” Alicia told her clapping her hands together and smiling brightly.
“Boys don’t have babies!” Lana protested. “Only girls get to be mommies.”
“Yeah, but he ate watermelon seeds,” Pete explained.
Lana nodded her head in understanding. “Huh, oh-kay. I wonder… ed if boys got pregny, too. With watermelons.”
Clark started to cry.
“Oh yeah! My mommy said you get really sad sometimes from… harmons,” Alicia added. She scooted over to Clark and rubbed on his shoulder. “Don’t be sad, Clark. Your parents are nice. They’ll help you with the baby an’ not kick you out like my cousins parents did her.”
Clark cried harder. His mom ran over to them and wrapped her arms around him. “Clark! Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
The other kids looked at each other guiltily. Clark threw up on her blouse. Startled, but more concerned than angry, she scooped Clark into her arms and quickly carried him to the truck.
“I need to take him home!” Martha called over her shoulder. Jonathan nodded to her, and she quickly drove him home, looking over to him and feeling his forehead several times on the way.
His mom got him out of the yucky clothes and asked him how he felt when she was getting him into the bath. Clark kept looking down at his tummy, and she would ask how it felt, and if it was sore or gurgley. He kept shaking his head and cried a little more before they were through. She got him into his blue pajamas and let him curl up on the couch with her as they watched a movie he wasn’t normally allowed to watch and she rubbed his tummy.
“Feeling better, baby?”
Clark nodded.
“Let me know if you feel sick again. You don’t have a fever. Must be something in your tummy.”
His face scrunched up, and he snuggled into her side. He was scared to tell her what was wrong. What if she was mad at him? What if she and dad didn’t want him anymore after this? They might decide to get rid of him like his other parents had.
“If you still feel okay later, maybe I’ll have Daddy get you some ice cream. I’m sorry the picnic got ruined.”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Clark sniffed. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh, baby, this isn’t your fault.” She stroked his hair gently. “I hope you can still start school on Monday.”
Clark pouted again but kept silent. He wanted to go to school, but he didn’t know if you were allowed when you were having a baby.
He kept quiet over the weekend and started school like he was supposed to. Every once and awhile, he would feel sick and have to go sit down. Alicia or Pete would notice and talk to him until he felt better.
“It’s okay, Clark,” Alicia told him. “I asked my mom an’… she said morning sickness means… the baby is healthy.”
Clark nodded. It wasn’t the baby’s fault he’d eaten the seeds. He guessed it was up to him to make sure the baby was okay. So for the next few weeks, he ate peas even though he hated them, ‘cause his mom said they were good for him, and drank all of his milk and went to bed on time without complaining so the baby could get plenty of rest. Alicia said that was important.
One morning before school, Martha caught Clark standing naked in front of the mirror rubbing his hand on his tummy.
“Oh, baby, do you feel sick again?”
“No. Um.” He looked down and started to turn red.
“You can stay home from school with me, if you want.” She knelt beside him and started to feel his face for a fever. She took his hand and led him back to his room. “Do you want to stay home from school? We should probably take you to the doctor…”
“Martha, honestly, he doesn’t need a doctor. What’s going on?” Jonathan came in buttoning his shirt.
“Clark is sick again. Oh… but we can’t take him to the doctor, can we?”
“No way of telling what’s wrong with him. Try not to worry, hon.” He put his arm around her. Clark looked at them worrying about him and felt so so guilty. He started to wiggle into the pants his mom had laid out for him.
“It’s okay. I can go to school.”
“No, if you’re sick, I don’t want you to go,” she protested reaching over to help him slip the shirt over his head. Her eyes were getting a little shiny. Clark shook his head hard.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m not sick, Mommy; I’m just pregny.”
Jonathan and Martha stared in surprise.
“You’re what now, son?” Jonathan asked incredulously.
“I’m pregny. It means that I’m gonna have a baby,” Clark informed him very seriously, as though Jonathan wouldn’t know about such things. When his parents both cracked a smile, Clark relaxed a little. They’d adopted him. Maybe they would like having an extra baby around.
“Oh,” Martha covered her mouth and turned away for a moment before speaking. “Why would you think you were having a baby?”
“I ate watermelon seeds, and now they’re growing in my tummy and they turn into babies.”
Martha couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she reached down and hugged her son. “Oh, oh, baby!”
Clark looked up at them and frowned a little. “Can you take care of the baby so I can go to school? I’ll look after her when I get home, I promise!”
Jonathan pressed his lips together. He knelt down by the bed and ruffled Clark’s hair. “Wow, it’s about time for the talk, huh? Look, son. Who told you that?”
“Pete. His aunt’s having a baby and she said that was how it happened,” Clark sucked in his lip. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was bad to eat them. I didn’t mean t’be bad.”
“You aren’t bad,” Martha said gently. “But you aren’t having a baby. That’s not how babies grow, or I’d give you a bunch of brothers and sisters!”
“Oh.” Clark looked at them in confusion. Then he looked down in his tummy, feeling a little disappointed somehow. His mom rubbed his tummy again.
“Why don’t we tell you how babies are really made?”
Clark followed them into the kitchen where his mom and dad got out some paper and explain using pictures of horsies how babies really grew and why his mommy couldn’t have one. He looked down again.
“Oh, so that’s what that’s for!”
Martha laughed and hugged her son. “Okay? So you understand that you’re not pregnant?”
Clark nodded happily.
“Next time you’re worried, hon. Just let us know, and we’ll make it better,” she promised. Jonathan grinned as his son ran out of the room to grab his backpack.
“Jonathan, I don’t know if we just told him the truth. It might be different for him. You have to notice during his baths…”
“Yeah, well if it comes up, we’ll talk to him about it.”
“It coming up could be him coming to us one day, much like this, and telling us he really is pregnant, and it being true,” she insisted worriedly. “We don’t know how this works for Clark.”
Jonathan signed. “Before he hits high school, we’ll make sure he knows how to use a condom.”
Clark came back out. “I’m ready!”
Jonathan nodded. “Let’s go, kiddo!”
Martha smiled as her boys left for school and went about her day thinking about the day when they would have to tell their sweet boy about his origins.