She went straight to him, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m so sorry, Clark. I shouldn’t have run away from you like that. I was scared, so scared.” She pressed her lips to his. “I love you so much.” She kissed him again, but he was not kissing her back. He was just standing there, ramrod straight. “Please, forgive me. I could not live if you didn’t forgive me.”
Oh boy.
“Lois?” Martha said and then raised her voice. “Lois Lane Luthor!”
“I know, sweetie, but I was trying to tell you. That’s not your Clark from your dimension. This is our son, Clark; he’s married to our Lois.”
I'll admit, took me a couple of retries, but it finally clicked! Martha's really sneakyyyyyy!
Clark blinked and turned to his mom. “Are you sure, Mom? Are you sure this is other Clark’s future wife? She looks just like Lois…. My Lois.”
Her husband looked at the instructions. “Boy, my handwriting is a mess in the future. I must have been in a hurry. What do you want me to explain?”
I was thinking we could set the machine for one minute in the future and…”
Huh. I would have never thought of that...
Clark looked at her with a raised brow. He lifted up the machine with one hand and tugged the tarp out from underneath with the other, handing it to her.
“Or you could just do that.” She laughed. “Show-off.”
Yep. That's what I expected.
“No, Clark.” Lois unzipped her coat and he helped her take it off.
Clark gulped. “What are you saying, Lois?”
Isn't it obvious? The baby's Jimmy's!
Clark just stared at her as if he had no idea who she was after all.
Oh boy.
Michael
