Quick response: Clark is 'interested' in his wife. His wife knows it. Lois is 'interested' in her husband. He doesn't really know how much. So, since there is no long-developed friendship and deep love (yet) they can't be together? Because Clark doesn't want his pregnant(!) wife to be a roommate with benefits. That's the conclusion he comes to? Seriously?
Karen, Amber, Jenn, Lisa, Lauren, Cat, Pam... Probably a couple others.
*snort*
Lois did a slight double take at the mention of her co-worker's name – but surely there was more than one 'Cat' in the world. There was probably even more than one 'Cat' in Smallville. She shoved the rarely fully-dressed cougar out of her mind. "Brown hair, you walked off the dance floor with your arm around her. That's all I saw."
"Probably Cat," he said, still thinking. "We've been friends since Kindergarten. We were practically inseparable as kids. We played cops and robbers and cowboys and Indians and camped out in the farmyard and all kinds of stuff when we were kids."
Of course it was Cat. Lois didn't say anything, instead staring out over the water.
Hmm, now this really would be interesting, Cat having smalltown-roots :p
"I'm moving out," he said suddenly.
What?
"What?"
"I mean, I have to find another place to stay. I can't stay with you without knowing for sure this is going to work. I can't put you and the baby at risk."
"We're already at risk," she pointed out. "If someone realized you're Superman, it wouldn't take a half-decent researcher long to figure out we're married."
"Still, hopefully I'd have enough time to get you and my parents somewhere safe and not being *immediately* connected to you by staying at your apartment should help."
"By that logic, wouldn't it be safer if you were there and you could..." She made a waving motion with her hand. "...zoom me out of there?" It had *nothing* to do with wanting him to sleep with her. She repeated that to herself. *Nothing* to do with enjoying waking up in his arms.
And here we go, Lois going out and buying a shirt reading 'I'm with stupid.' And she can just go and buy a matching one for Clark.
"Probably not," Lois conceded. "But it's..." She stopped. She didn't want him to get the... wrong idea. It probably was best for him to leave now rather than entangling herself further with him. The lawyers would be called as soon as things settled down and, though they'd be tied together for the rest of their lives through the baby, the sooner they cut off other ties, the better it would be for her heart. It was probably going to be broken enough as it was.
No. It almost definitely was going to be broken.
How about she *tells* him. Carol, this started out so easily. And now what are you doing? You're already a hot contestant for the QoE award. Do you really have to twist the knife? And pump it in and out so the jagged edge is ripping through flesh, bones and nerves, spilling internal organ bits all over the place?
Finally, she turned to Lois who proceeded to order an appetizer and two entrees. Then she noticed Clark's slightly raised eyebrows. At her glare, he resumed careful study of the table cloth. She couldn't help but notice the waitress' smirk as she effectively cut her tip in half.
"Don't say anything," Lois muttered at him. "You got me in this situation and I've hardly eaten for a week and now I'm starving so leave me alone."
"I didn't say a word."
"You thought it."
"Thought what?" He still didn't look at her.
She looked around to make sure no one was listening. "You got me pregnant. I know neither of us meant for it to happen, but I've been sick off and on for weeks now. And since this is a..." She looked around again and lowered her voice even further. "...*super* baby, it's entirely possible that that's why I'm so hungry right now. So don't even *think* about commenting on my diet. You don't know me and I don't know you and just because we're married and I'm pregnant doesn't give you any right to judge what I eat."
He probably thinks it's cute and is too afraid to admit it and Lois is all self-conscious about it.
He reached for a piece of his own, stopping when she glared at him again.
"You want some, order your own," she told him, reaching for a stuffed mushroom and eating it in one bite. A minute later it was gone and she went for a mozzarella stick. It wasn't long before she'd finished them all off.
Geez, he's your husband/bum. At least let him have some food.
BTW, the jealousy was so fun
The blonde turned to Clark and held out a carefully manicured hand. "Hi. I’m Linda King."
Lois sighed. What a great way to end a great meal.
Uh, wait, what?
Michael, waiting for Monday and trying to ignore the feelings of trepidation