After he'd placed all but the last two pillows neatly at the head of the bed, Lois tiptoed into the room. She scooped one of the remaining pillows from the floor, and pulling her arms back, she swung directly at his broad back.

Clark, unprepared for the force inflicted by his pillow-wielding wife, toppled face forward on to the bed. He laughed appreciatively as he flipped to his back. Lois moved to stand between his legs, lifting the pillow high in readiness. Before she could lower it, his arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her, laughing, down against his chest.

Nothing like changing the sheets with Clark.

Suddenly, she wished she were the sheet.