A wonderful ending to a wonderful story!
They entered Napier Avenue; it was a special street for both of them; a bookstore, yarn shop and most of all her Uncle’s wonderful restaurant which sat prominently on the corner of Napier and Thirty-Third Street. Located on the cusp of what was once known as Suicide Slope, the street was the heart of a neighborhood renaissance.
This reminds me of a shop called The Last Bookstore in L.A., which has old books, new books, a yarn shop, and is not far from Skid Row. I don't suppose you've ever been there, have you?
“Hello Margaret,” Clark said, “How goes the literary world’s latest star?”
Her brown eyes darted around the store, hoping that no one had heard Clark’s statement, than settled back on her latest customers. “Shh! The book isn’t out yet!”
“Yeah, but a mystery novel about a bookstore owner who does amateur sleuthing is right up your alley! Everyone should hear about it!” Lois said, giving her friend a mischievous wink.
She fluttered her hands as if to dismiss the fact that her long time dream of being a published author would soon become a reality. She bowed her gray head and said, quietly, “Maybe next month ... I don’t want to be too noisy about it. Let’s just see what the reading public thinks of the story and leave it at that.”
Cozies are fun to read. (And it never hurts to have publicity when publishing a book, especially for a new author.)
A thoughtful expression crossed Clark features, “Has she spotted that new superhero, The Flash?”
“Not yet, but she’s certain her friend, Iris West, can get her a brief interview, hopefully it’ll be soon. Perry is ready to pull the plug on that assignment. Hmm, husband, maybe we should have gone out there ourselves? You know, talk to this guy, superhero to superhero.”
I'm assuming Iris knows who The Flash is at this point, so ... yeah, she sure could get Diane an interview with him!
Grace took the paper, nodded and started checking the wall of black shelves that held the yarn. While she looked, Lois and Clark wandered around the store, marveling at the various types of yarn. Shortly, Grace returned holding four skeins of rich blue yarn. “This is what your friend is looking for in the worsted weight and dye lot she wanted. I’m looking forward to seeing the finished product, this particular yarn feels delicious and each stitch will have great definition.”
“Hearing the different terms regarding yarn weight, colors and what about all those pointy needles and tricky maneuvers? It all sounds so confusing!” Lois said, shaking her head.
I'm sending this story to my mother. She loves knitting and though she isn't into fanfic, she'd like this part.
Lois snickered and then gave her husband a sweet kiss on the lips, they were both thinking about that amazing wedding night they spent in his old apartment and afterwards the thrilling week in Hawaii.
Much better than how it was done in canon!
“Baked on the premises?” Lois and Clark said together. They looked at each other and laughed.
Mike gave his niece and her husband a funny look and said, “Say, you two are beginning to know my restaurant better than me! Nunzio’s Aunt Kathleen does all the bread baking now. Wait until you taste it! Let me leave you so you can decide what you want.”
Married minds think alike! (My parents have been married almost 43 years, and they talk like that frequently.)
With infinite care, Lois reached into the two bags, one from each of the stores they just visited. Then handed over two packages he had never seen. “Go ahead, open them.”
Clark reached into the Book Nook bag and removed a large oblong blue covered paperback entitled, Knits for Newborns.
Flipping through the pages, each one populated with pictures of brightly colored blankets, hats and sweet little rompers in tiny sizes. He pulled his eyes away from the book and looked at a beaming Lois, who held the other bag in her hands. Without saying a word he opened the second package and pulled out its contents.
Three balls of green yarn, soft as a kiss and substantial as a hug – baby yarn, courtesy of Rhapsody Knits.
“Lois, honey, what … what does this mean?” His voice was shaking from hope and expectation.
Awww ...
A pair of dark brown eyes opened wide in surprise and disbelief. “Pregnant? Are you sure? How?”
“No, apparently my Terran/Kryptonian biology will make this pregnancy a bit of a challenge. As usual, we are in uncharted waters here. It is a good possibility I *might* be pregnant for eleven months.”
Eleven months?! Ouch.
A myriad of thoughts ran through his mind as he held Lois’ body in a hug. Chiefly he reflected about what a strange, yet perfect year it had been.
Who in their wildest imaginings could have considered that everything had began with a kryptonite bullet striking him down at Abrihet’s lecture?
He was reunited with his biological father and in the process had gained not only an extended family, but a greater understanding of the Kryptonian culture. All those terrible, blank spaces he had wondered about as a child had been neatly, yes lovingly filled, giving him a greater knowledge of who he was.
Superman’s greatest enemy was no longer a threat; vanquished from planet Earth to New Krypton, to live out the rest of his days as a provisional member of that society. Knowing his father, if Lex did anything to endanger the people of New Krypton the action would have grave consequences for him.
One of his closest friends had married a talented woman scientist, one who was up to the task of being Bernie Klein’s wife. Standing with Bernie has he exchanged vows with Abrihet made him extremely happy and content; it was so good to have friends and family, ones to share life’s joys.
Now the final piece to an intricate puzzle had fallen into place.
Lois was carrying his child. As usual, she was right, these *were* uncharted waters, but together as husband and wife, best friends and lovers they could face this challenge together.
He smiled in anticipation, eager for the challenge to begin.
Simply beautiful.
