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Martha. Do you have a minute?
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Of course, dear. What's up?
...Okay.
Why don't you come over after dinner and we'll talk?
Why don't you come over after dinner and we'll talk?
Okay. Who's setting it up? And is Clark joining us?
It's been long enough, though Clark's been pacing the entire time he and Eirene have been waiting to go back over to the farm. He's nervous about this, more than he was about the engagement.
But finally, it's time, dinner should be over, and he looks over at his fiancée with a small smile. "Ready to go?"
But finally, it's time, dinner should be over, and he looks over at his fiancée with a small smile. "Ready to go?"
Eirene's been distracting herself by watching him pace. The wait is been incredibly wracking, especially since there is a huge possibility that Martha won't be thrilled. "Ready." Her smaller hand slides around his anyway.
She doesn't remember to breath until they're standing on the Kents front porch.
She doesn't remember to breath until they're standing on the Kents front porch.
Martha's still finishing up the dishes when they arrive. She and Jonathan spent all of dinner brainstorming, theorizing. They hate surprises.
She flings open the back door, greeting them each with a hug before they can even make it inside. "Come in, come in," she beckons them, then calls out to Jonathan in the barn. "Sit down."
She flings open the back door, greeting them each with a hug before they can even make it inside. "Come in, come in," she beckons them, then calls out to Jonathan in the barn. "Sit down."
Martha is hugged back, naturally, and then Clark makes his way into the living room, settling down on the couch and pulling Eirene down beside him.
"You look good, mom. Happy."
"You look good, mom. Happy."
Her hug follows after Clark's, sticking next to him until they're both comfortable and eying both parents. Okay, fine, Eirene is glancing between Martha and Jonathan, still gripping their son's hand tightly.
"He's right. You're glowing. How are you doing?"
"He's right. You're glowing. How are you doing?"
"I'm wonderful," Martha says with a bright smile that masks her anxieties over this meeting.
Jonathan nods in agreement as Martha reaches over to take his hand, mirroring Clark and Eirene. "She runs out of the room every five minutes or so to find the toilet, but other than that..." He grins. "Wonderful."
And then all they can do is wait.
Jonathan nods in agreement as Martha reaches over to take his hand, mirroring Clark and Eirene. "She runs out of the room every five minutes or so to find the toilet, but other than that..." He grins. "Wonderful."
And then all they can do is wait.
There are anxieties abound, but Clark manages a genuine smile at his parents. He's only ever seen them this happy once before, and he doesn't want to ruin it. Again.
"That's good. Not mom being sick so much, but just... the baby in general. Babies are good," he nods.
"That's good. Not mom being sick so much, but just... the baby in general. Babies are good," he nods.
"Yes, they are," she parrots, resisting the urge to nudge him, and just places her other hand above their clasped ones. If Clark wants to be the one to tell them, there is no way his fiancée is going to ruin it, but her nerves are still unraveling.
"How are you doing, Mr. Kent?"
"How are you doing, Mr. Kent?"
Jonathan shrugs his shoulders, turning to smile at his wife. "I'm only as good as this one is, so if she's wonderful, I'm wonderful."
Martha fidgets a little in her seat, studying the expressions of her son and future daughter-in-law. "So," she says, biting her lip. "What is it? Is everything okay?"
Martha fidgets a little in her seat, studying the expressions of her son and future daughter-in-law. "So," she says, biting her lip. "What is it? Is everything okay?"
Clark mimics his father, turning to look at Eirene with a smile. "Yeah, I feel about the same way."
And then the reason they came here hits him again and it's back to staring at this lap. Briefly, before he takes a deep breath and look up across to his parents.
"It's kind of a weird co-incidence, or maybe it's something in the water, but, uh, it looks like the family's getting bigger than we thought."
And then the reason they came here hits him again and it's back to staring at this lap. Briefly, before he takes a deep breath and look up across to his parents.
"It's kind of a weird co-incidence, or maybe it's something in the water, but, uh, it looks like the family's getting bigger than we thought."
He'll get a rather sappy grin from his girlfriend, before she turns back to look at the other couple, and mentally squares her shoulders.
"What we're trying to tell you is..." It's Eirene's turn to inhale, and let out the breath slowly, wishing her hands weren't trembling quite so much.
"I'm pregnant."
"What we're trying to tell you is..." It's Eirene's turn to inhale, and let out the breath slowly, wishing her hands weren't trembling quite so much.
"I'm pregnant."
Martha eyes widen, her mouth slightly ajar. Jonathan's hand squeezes hers so tightly that it almost hurts. Her instinct is to turn to him and get a look at his reaction, but before she has a chance to really get a grasp on the situation, a wave of nausea comes over her. She brings her free hand to her mouth, swallowing, then springs up and runs out of the room.
Jonathan watches her go, ignoring his impulse to follow her as she's told him to do in the past, and turns to regard Clark and Eirene a bit uncomfortably. "Her, uh, gag reflex has a real keen sense of timing these days," he says with a nervous laugh. Beyond that, he says nothing. He has no idea how to deal with something like this without her.
Jonathan watches her go, ignoring his impulse to follow her as she's told him to do in the past, and turns to regard Clark and Eirene a bit uncomfortably. "Her, uh, gag reflex has a real keen sense of timing these days," he says with a nervous laugh. Beyond that, he says nothing. He has no idea how to deal with something like this without her.
"Looks like," Clark agrees, sharing that nervous laughter with his dad before glancing once again at Eirene. "I wonder if we have that to look forward to."
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