And now for the real FDK
Lois had also tried to tell him once what the other Clark had gotten the other Lois for Christmas last year, but he hadn’t wanted to listen. Argh. That man must be the best gift giver ever.
Well, he’s got to have *some* good traits, to attract Loises. Oh wait, he’s easy and unlikely to shove a willing Lois away unsatisfied, like some other Clarks we know
“Lois is not perfect, Clark. She’s human. All she wants is your love. Give her that and she’ll be happy.”
Umm…how about that back-up idea?
“Uh-oh. What did you do, now?” his Mom asked. Why was it always his fault when Lois was mad?
Maybe he should just ask if it’s the time of the month were she likes extra chocolate?
“I have a problem with them though.” Like they broke when people tried to use them on him.
Faulty equipment?
It’s not mandatory under the new management, is it?”
Would that even be legal?
“I have Ultra Woman’s blood running through my veins.”
“What?” Clark chuckled. “From two years ago? Lois, you’ve donated blood since then.”
Oh Clark. And hasn’t she told him before? Oh well, he’s never listening or there or well…you know…
I didn’t want to see another Double Fudge Crunch bar for over a week after I returned home. Ugh. I still can’t look at them like I used to.”
They’re no longer the forbidden fruit.
“OK. I’m a little peeved about something. But it’s probably nothing. I’m reading too much into it, I’m sure. But still I can’t stop thinking about it. And it just grates on my nerves.”
Huh.
“You know what, Clark. I am mad.” She pointed at him, poking his chest. “I hate that you just assume things about people without any basis in fact and that makes me furious.”
“No! It’s not from me. Maybe your boyfriend sent it.” Clark sneered and stomped off.
Oh, look who’s got his cape all in a twist after a little bit of red juice.
She would get rid of it later.
Uh-huh.
Clark kissed his wife’s cheek and jogged out of the room. Then he jogged back, picked her up into his arms and gave her a full on, intense pre-honeymoon kiss with a sly grin, before setting her back down and disappearing from the room. Wow, there was something simply irresistible about Lois today.
Oh boy.
He shook his head. The elevators dinged and he automatically glanced up. “Henderson.”
Lois’s head jerked up. “No!” She gasped and then swallowed. “He’s not here about Lara. He’s not here about Lara.”
Oh boy.
“I know so, son.” His boss sighed and patted Jimmy on the shoulder. “Back to work. Give them their privacy.”
So, Mindy?
Michael
Made it to 100 parts. Thank you to everyone who has continued to read my Epic this far in. 
This WIP is almost COMPLETE.
