#my adventures with superman

It only took Clark two weeks to knock you up. He had been relentless with the 'practicing', always pulling you onto the nearest surface and whining about 'how gosh darn good you felt' or how you were his 'good girl'. There was nothing quite like having the indestructible Superman, beaten and bloodied after dealing with intergalactic monsters all day, begging to let him have a taste, just one taste, please. He was a man possessed.

You found out you were expecting when he woke up in the middle of the night from a noise only he could hear. It turned out to be the heartbeat of your unborn child, causing Clark to sleep with his head carefully cradled on your stomach.

True to his nature, he had become clingy tenfold. Not letting you lift a finger and performing tasks before you could even think of them. Every morning began with his joining you in the shower to wash and worship every inch of your body, and every night ended with his massaging your feet and cooing to your belly. You had to practically tackle the man to get him to relax.

And when you began showing...he had taken protectiveness to the next level. He would level every man in sight with a glare, a stark contrast to his usual gentle self. But while you were carrying his child—and with it being so blatantly obvious by the swell under your maternity shirt—he wasn't going to let anything happen. His super senses were turned in sharply to any possible threat and danger. You'd had to drag him away from time to time and if you were feeling particularly bored or needy, you would rile him up enough that he would take you home to take his frustrations out, leaving you content and sated and oh so planning your next outing.

You had unusual cravings during your time being pregnant and Clark was always willing to retrieve them for you. It only took one look and he was flying out the door and into the night. And he wasn't afraid to try them out himself, once or twice turning green in the face and softly excusing him to the bathroom.

When your water broke, he had turned into a mother hen. He called Ma Kent, stressing about what to do. While you were in active labor, he offered his hand, lending you his infinite strength, and kept his lips pressed to your sweaty brow, murmuring soft encouraging words. He had bawled when you heard the first, sweet cry of your daughter.

As soon as she was placed on your chest, red-faced and squalling, he put a shaky hand to her back, reveling in this tender moment. From that time on, his girls had been the only things in his orbit.

She had looked so small, all six pounds and eight ounces, in his arms; a few inches shy of being as long as his forearm. His hands, capable of tearing the world apart, had held her so soft that you fell in love with him all over again.

He was at your beck and call from that moment on, even if it was the middle of the night for a feeding. You were his first priority.

When you started receiving visitors, Clark began acting like a mother hen. Jimmy and Lois came home with him one afternoon, interested in meeting the little girl who had stolen his heart. Apparently he had at least a dozen photos of her displayed on his desk at The Daily Planet.

"She's absolutely beautiful," Lois exclaimed, stroking a finger along the baby's head. "Look at all this hair! You must have had horrible heartburn."

"N-now Jimmy, hold up your elbow some more. Yes, yes, like that. And if she gets fussy you can give her to me." Clark instructed, maneuvering Jimmy's arms until he was satisfied.

"I have held children before, you know?" Jimmy looked offended.

And yet Clark didn't let up, lingering over his friend's shoulder until Jimmy had grown antsy himself, giving Lois a turn.

"Don't let him bully you, Jimmy." You assured, "He's concerned over every little move she makes."

Clark moved to sit next to you, keeping a close eye on Lois as well, and pulled your hand into his lap. "Heaven forbid I actually care about my daughter's welfare."

"You're going to worry yourself sick one of these days," you smiled, knowing fully well that he couldn't get sick.

Lois and Jimmy visited a while longer before heading out. Clark held the baby in his arms once they left, checking her for any harm, much to your amusement and incredulity. "They would never hurt her," you ran your hands down his arms.

"I know. But she's so fragile."

"You're just so large that everything is fragile to you." The first few nights home had been difficult for him. He had stressed over accidentally breaking her and so you made sure to be understanding and gentle.

And now, after six weeks with her in your life, your little family had fallen into a new routine. After patrol, Clark would come home, help you bathe your daughter, then spend some time alone with her in the nursery before putting her to bed. Oftentimes he would tell her stories about his childhood or how he found out about each of his powers. It made you curious as to if she would ever show any signs of her Kryptonian lineage.

Tonight, you found him sitting in the rocking chair, the small bundle curled up on his chest, curious eyes roving about his face, despite only being able to see shapes and blobs. "Did I tell you about that time I first played catch with my Pa? I nearly broke his hand." He chuckled.

The baby only poked her tongue out.

"I know. I felt absolutely horrible. Cried about it when we got home, too. But he took me on his lap and told me that I didn't hurt him intentionally and that he didn't blame me at all. Him and Ma taught me that the world needs more understanding and gentleness."

You sighed from your spot in the doorway, catching his attention though you were sure he'd been aware of you the entire time.

"Come in, sweetheart," he urged, a soft smile curving his lips. You perched yourself on his lap, resting your head on the opposite shoulder your daughter was on. From this viewpoint, you could admire the familiar curve of her nose and curling of her hair.

"How'd you do it, Clark?"

"Hmm?"

"Make her look exactly like you? She has no attribute of mine." You huff, feigning annoyance.

Clark nosed along your scalp, inhaling your soothing scent. "Sure she does."

"Like what?"

"When she sleeps, she makes these cute little noises like you. Her leg thumps like yours does when you're deep in thought. She has your cupid's bow. And don't get me started on her fussing whenever I'm not holding her, exactly as her mother does when I neglect her—"

"Oh stop!" you laughed, swatting at his chest.

Your daughter squirmed, rooting around for something to eat. Clark adjusted you both to let you recline against his front so you could feed her. He watched as you brought her to your breast. "Besides, I can't give her this. This special bond."

"You're Superman; can't you grow a pair of tits?"

"Unfortunately, that is beyond even my abilities." He deadpanned.

"You're an amazing dad regardless of being able to breastfeed her, you know?"

He kissed your neck. "And you're the most amazing mom. I've never seen anyone come so naturally to taking care of a child as quickly as you have. I hope you know how much I admire you."

"You've save the world countless times and you think I'm admirable?"

He leaned back to catch your eye, hand wrapped around your rub while his thumb rubbed underneath your breast. "You're everything wonderful in the world. I love you more than life itself and I love that you gave me a perfect little daughter."

You melted in his arms. He made everything easier without being asked.