“And I won’t. I just don’t think it’s the right kind of birthday present for an eight year old girl,” Clark pointed out and sighed. “I’m afraid she won’t like this in the least.”
Okay, either Clark popped the question or Lois is pregnant.
“Honey, Lois and I want to marry”, Clark said slowly, brushing a strand of Becca’s hair behind her ear.
Hmm, seems they have been careful, huh?
“There’s something else, Honey,” Clark changed back to audible conversation. “Lois is... Lois and I are... you’re going to have a little brother or a sister,” he finally sputtered and shrank visibly, awaiting her reaction.
