Good luck with that no dating thing, Clark. Your daughter is descended from Titans.

"I have no idea." Eirene glances down to where his hand hovers, placing hers on top of it, and concentrates briefly. Ordinarily, she would be able to sense everything about her daughter, but those crafty Kryptonian genes are still being sneaky. "Foot probably. I think she's kicking again."

Future Miss Football Player.