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Eirene knows that Clark can find her pretty much anywhere on the planet, so she doesn't try to conceal herself. The whole point is making a game out of it and having fun. After a few seconds of debating, she chooses a spot near Galveston, Texas, on the Gulf of Mexico. It's warm, the beach is deserted, and the sky above is riddled with stars.

She waits there, on a blanket, counting down the second minute. He's got three to go.

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Clark can hear her heartbeat heading south and he takes off in that direction as soon as it's out of range. It's not hard to stop every few seconds and follow it from there, especially once she's stopped.

He arrives in a spray of sand, which he tries his best to keep in the directions away from his wife. "I'd say tag, but I think I'd rather stay here than continue the game."

And it took him four minutes. Sue him.

If a few handfuls of sand get anywhere near her, Eirene can deflect them easily enough, without overt use of her abilities. She reaches out and pats the spot next to her, a clear indication that her husband should make himself comfortable.

"Who said there was only one game?"

Suing is Nomi's job.

He does, with no extra encouragement required, even going so far as to take his boots and socks off. "Games are your department." Which means of course there's more than one.

And it's a good thing Nomi isn't here, then, for more reasons than just that.

Eirene will just sit there and admire his feet for a moment (if he can have a foot fetish, so can she), and then leans over to press a kiss against his cheek.

"Of course they are."

Kiss accepted and returned and Clark then stretches out beside her.

"I'm supposed to be building a bonfire, aren't I?"

Eirene follows suit, leaning back on her elbows, and studying the sky above them. She's in no hurry to rush anything - really, just sitting next to Clark without anyone around for several miles is a present in and of itself.

"Only if you want to. The dark is kind of romantic."

"It is," he agrees, resting his hands behind his head. "So many stars out there."

"I only know the names of the ones that represent the heroes and gods of my culture, but you're the astronomy fanatic. Would you tell me some of the others?"

Leg nudge.

Clark chuckles softly. "That's a good number of them right there. You must also know the big and little dippers."

He pauses for a moment, studying the sky silently and then points to the south. "Well, Monoceros is there, between Hydra and Orion. A bit north of that is Lynx, just above Cancer and Gemini, and just north east of Lynx is Camelopardalis. Continue dead east and there's Triangulum, which if you look at with a telescope, you can also see the Pinwheel Galaxy."

She's listening, and quietly repeating each of the new names, trying to memorize their place in the night sky. Clark doesn't always act like he's got a frightening intellect, but he does have one, and smart men are a turn on.

Which is why she casually slides over to straddle his thighs and start unbuttoning the pretty black work shirt. "You have such a lovely voice."

"Thank you?" This is a little unexpected. In no way unwelcome, but unexpected. At least this soon.

His hands slowly slide up her calves. "You know, you've got the brightest star I need with you."

"Welcome." It's not like she's planning on doing much without his permission, simply pushing the shirt off his shoulders when she's done, and leaning down to swirl her tongue over a few key spots. Not much at all.

"That's because you love me."

"Uh huh..." His voice trails off into a groan and his hands stop their travels, gripping just above her knees. "I do. Love you... guh."

Beat.

Whispered, "Do that again."

"Anything you say, boy scout." She dips her head again, repeating the maneuver, although this time, Eirene slows down what she's doing and lingers a couple of very sensitive places.

"Like that?" All innocence, his goddess.

He nods. "Yeah," he says breathlessly. "Like that."

Fingers creep up under her shirt and brush lightly against her chest. "Let me know if that's uncomfortable." He's read those areas get sensitive.

"I will." Her breath hitches slightly on the last syllable, when his thumbs graze across her breasts, and it's probably apparent that 'sensitive' isn't a bad word yet.

"More, please." She'll tempt him by nipping his chin with her teeth.

He raises an eyebrow in mild concern, but who is he to deny his wife what she clearly wants? "Okay." It's still slow and gentle, but his hands start kneading the flesh of her breasts, and his mouth attempts to capture hers at the same time.

Clearly, he is a most giving man and his wife appreciates it very much. At least, in the beginning, she does, judging from the soft noises she makes, and the way her back arches to press her chest further against his hands. Pure bliss.

Until the first strike. Abruptly her eyes fly open, and a puzzled expression crosses her face. Eirene tries to dismiss it as an anomaly, but a few minutes later, when she's getting back into the groove, it happens again.

Huffing out a breath, she steals one of Clark's hands, and nestles it against her belly, so he can feel it too when Zoe kicks her stomach about ten seconds later.

That... changes the mood rather dramatically, but Clark doesn't look like he minds in the least. He half sits up, propping himself up on his free arm and stares enraptured at his hand resting on Eirene's stomach.

When the next kick comes, a wide grin spreads across his face. "That's so awesome."

Eirene is flailing just a little, torn between amusement at Clark's besotted expression, and complete and utter awe at the tiny being inside her who finally decided to make her presence known.

"She's not kicking you," the goddess retorts, but due to the lack of pain in her voice, and the fact she's smiling like an idiot, belies any real sting. "Oh Tartarus, she's going to be fiesty."

"Does it hurt?" It's mostly concern, but there's some genuine curiosity in his tone as well. Clark would notice her expression, but he can't quite tear his eyes away from the spot that just pushed back at him.

"No. It's like a small tap." Horribly inadequate description, she knows, but she's too distracted by the feel of her daughter moving around inside of her.

"She's stirring again."

His hand remains glued to her abdomen, so he can feel, and nods in agreement. "That can't be comfortable." What, exactly is anyone's guess. Could be how Eirene feels, could be how Zoe feels, or it could just be the idea that there's an entire little person in there.

An entire little person that's related to Clark, who will grow up to date boys and be adorable and get into trouble at the drop of a hat if she's anything like her mother. Eirene suspects she will be, a little. "Oh, I expect it'll get even more so the bigger she gets."

The books say the last few months are the worst, which means that June, July and early August will be ... interesting.

Related to Clark, yes. Grow up to be adorable and get into trouble like her mother, yes. Date boys? Not on Clark's watch.

"It's weird. I've seen so many cows pregnant and watched them give birth over the years, but it never really hit me exactly what goes on until ... this." He prods her stomach gently. "Think it's a foot or a hand?"

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.

Not until she's fifty, he swears.

"I'll have to get her a little football," he decides. Not that he wasn't going to eventually, but sooner rather than later can't hurt. "Strong legs are good for running, too."

Eirene may want grandchildren before then.

"Good idea." Pause. "Wait. American or European football?" Because there's a small difference between thet wo.

She's got time.

Oh, Eirene. Does the crestfallen look on Clark's face answer that for you?

Yes, yes it does. And she can't help but crack up after leaning over to press a kiss against her husband's pouting mouth. "I couldn't resist, Clark. Really. The opportunity was just sitting there. Waiting."

There is frowning. And pouting.

And then a very serious, "Football isn't something we joke about, you know."

The pout will just get kissed again. And again.

"I know how important it is to you." She's trying for a serious expression, because of the whole 'Clark is a football fanatic' thing. "And you know I don't tease you about it." Usually.

"But, honey, I had to."

Those kisses will start to make up for it.

"You love torturing me." He's so hard done by, he is.

Oh, he is. Totally. Eirene is so mean to him, making sure he's got a smile on his face every night, and learning to cook, and poking fun at his favorite sport.

"It's my life's work, boyscout."

"You're good at it," he mumbles against her mouth. "'s why I keep you around."

Oh, hey. She's just going to scoot a little closer. "Mom told me to always take pride in my accomplishments," Eirene murmurs, drawing her tongue across his bottom lip.

"She's a wise woman," Clark agrees, sliding his hand from her stomach around to settle at the small of her back.

"She is." She marvels, once again, how big his hands are before trailing her mouth away from his and towards an ear.

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