I really enjoyed this chapter. Lois breaking so many stories on the same day -- I see Pulitzer here.
"Why *do* you have a hair dryer? The black ones," she pointed out.
"These are black," he said as he glanced up at her.
"Those," she indicated with her foot.
"What's the difference?"
"Put on the shoes, would you?"
This is an example of why I'm liking this story so much; Lois seems to be slipping right into the significant other/wife role with Clark and *he's letting her*.
All the private moments between Lois and Clark have been so fun to witness. I know Lois has issues, but so far the flirting and banter has been nice.
In all of his years in the profession he'd chosen, the profession he'd dreamed of having as a kid, nothing had ever been quite as satisfying as standing in front of the one person he'd longed to see in his office again. Large tears rolled down his cheeks and he sighed, a breath he'd needed to take for years.
Lois ignored the tears spilling from her eyes and crossed the distance to him. She clung to him as tightly as he clung to her, both crying softly.
/lip wobbles.
Loved the emotional meeting between Lois and Perry and the rest of her ... what's the name for a male harem? ... friends.
"Lois is back."
"Back?"
"Out of prison, in a hearing as we speak to clear her of the charges against her. Luthor was found and is in jail."
Martha sat for a moment before her eyes drifted over to the twins. "It's too soon," she said softly. "I'm not ready to give them up."
I enjoyed this exchange with Martha. I always like to see Martha's mama bear tendencies.
"Back then I wouldn't have thought twice about ruining your life."
"Back then? Would you think twice now?"
"You can't possibly think I'd tell any..." She stopped again as she took a deeper look into his eyes. "I didn't give them away."
"I know you didn't. And I had no intention of mentioning it, but..." He looked away and sighed. "Please don't take them away from me," he whispered.
Lois leaned up and rubbed his back. He'd sat down and leaned over to place his elbows on his knees. "Why would I take them away from their daddy?"
Clark's head snapped around and his eyes met hers. "I hope we're adult enough to work something out."
"Clark?" She waited until she had his attention. "We'll work something out." When she saw the relief wash over him, she wanted to reach out and hug him.
I'm glad this is out in the open from the beginning. It will help them to work together in a shared direction, rather than working at cross purposes.
I know I just said this, but I can't wait for the next part.
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