#mansuper

Lois carefully carried a breakfast in bed type tray piled high with goodies. It had a big bowl of popcorn, a few different candies, a thermos with her world famous hot chocolate, and a mug of tea for her. She carried it into the living room where they had pushed all the furniture to the side and made a big bed in the ground with cushions and comforters; a Christmas Eve tradition from when Jon was small. “Did we decide on a movie?” 

Lois grins as she carefully kneels to set the tray down on their makeshift bed. “What do we think? All of our snack needs met?” She asks, standing up and looking around to see if there was anything else they needed before they opened their pajamas and a present.

The coffee shop was buzzing and Emma was in a real state of bliss. She had her headphones in and Fréhel was crooning to her, the pumpkin spice latte was perfectly spiced and she had the much-coveted table by the window, her feet kicked up into the chair across from her. She glanced up from her stack of papers for a moment to see a man looking around for a table. She paused her music to listen, really listen. He seemed benign enough, sweet even, upon first inspection, so to speak. “Hey handsome,” She calls, holding up her hand, taking her feet off the seat. “I could stand to share this table,” She nods. “For the right price,” She teases.

Sometimes Jon was glad that his father was neither the world’s greatest detective nor a telepath. Sighing, the half-Kryptonian slouched in his chair and closed his textbook. Even though he knew that it had been the right thing to do, Jon still felt guilty about the deal he had made with his vigilante friend. After all, he wasn’t used to keeping secrets from his parents. They had always been a close-knit family. “ — Do you regret it?” Jon asked his father and shrugged his shoulders. “Moving here? Smallville was, you know, smaller.” 

DG: CLARK.

DG: i don't know what to do and bruce can't give good advices.

LL: So... our son is in love with Damian Wayne.

Merry Christmas from the very extra home of the Kents.

Lois came in toting several bags on her forearms, a cake box resting in her hands. “Ooooh hi Krypto.” She grins as the dog jumps around her in excitement. As she set the bags down she heard some shuffling in the other room. Jon wasn’t due home for another couple hours and she didn’t think Clark would be home until later. She heaved a heavy sigh, closing her eyes to compose herself a moment. Guess he got home early. She had taken the day off to prepare for Jon’s party and she expected and had hoped, to have the house to herself.

“Clark?” She calls softly, knowing he could hear her. 

She felt guilty though, wanting the house empty. She had wanted nothing more than Clark and Jon to be here for the months they were gone but -- it was just so awkward and it hurt. Looking at Clark hurt. 

“Since you’re home do you mind helping me with the groceries, please? Oh, and I got Jon’s cake from the baker, doesn’t it look good?”