by pebble/scifipony
Fandom: Superman (Superman & Lois TV)
Characters: Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Jonathan Kent, Jordan Kent, Sam Lane, Sara Cushing
Pairings: Clark/Lois
Words: 917
Tags: Fluff, Family, Post Season One, Domestic Fluff
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: n/a
The screen door banged shut behind Lois as she stepped outside onto the porch.
“Mom, you need help with that?” Jordan asked from where he was sitting in the chairs with Sarah.
“No, sweetie, I’m fine. Thanks.” Lois set the tray of drinks down on the table between them with a smile. “With how quickly things are heating up today, I thought we could use some lemonade.”
“That’s just Kansas, Mrs Kent,” Sarah laughed, accepting one of the cups from her. “It’s always either arctic temperatures or a heat wave.”
“Bad weather, venomous snakes, tornadoes,” Jordan listed off. “Is there anything this state doesn’t have?”
Sarah shrugged. “Well, you probably won’t ever have to worry about hurricanes.”
Lois shook her head and chose to stay out of the conversation. Jordan and Sarah may have only been officially dating a few months now, but they still managed to get sucked into their own little world whenever they were around each other. It actually reminded her of how she and Clark used to be when they first started dating.
Filling another glass with the juice, she walked off the porch and headed across the driveway.
She quickly pulled to a halt as a football flew past her. Thankfully, years as both an investigative reporter and Superman's wife had given her quick reflexes.
“Sorry, Mom!” Jon called out, scrambling to catch the ball.
“It’s okay,” she called back, continuing across the gravel. “Just be careful, okay?”
He shot her a thumbs up before tossing the ball back to his grandfather, who was standing on the opposite of the driveway. The two went back to whatever plays they were practicing, caught up in their own fun again. Even though Jon couldn’t play at school anymore, due to the damage to his arm, he and Sam still had fun tossing around the ball at home.
Reaching the barn, Lois walked up behind her husband, who was still hunched over the tractor. He’d been working on it for the last two hours. Seeing as how this was the third time in a week it had needed repairs, Lois was starting to think it might be on its last legs. If they weren’t so tight on money right now, she’d suggest abandoning it altogether and getting a replacement.
Dropping a hand on Clark’s back, she leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Thought you could use a break,” she said, passing him the glass of lemonade.
He wiped the grease off his hands and accepted the glass from her. “Thanks,” he said, returning the kiss before taking a sip. “I’d forgotten how much work goes into running an independent farm. I have no idea how my dad managed to keep up with everything.”
“Don’t tell me the man of steel is actually defeated by a broken tractor?” she teased.
He tilted his head at her with an amused smile. “Not defeated,” he defended. “I'm simply rethinking my plan of attack.”
“Now you’re starting to sound like my dad.”
“You know, if you’re only here to insult me,” he laughed, sliding his glasses off so he could wipe them on his t-shirt. “I think I could do without.”
Lois took the glasses from him, doing a much more thorough job at cleaning them. “Be careful so you don’t overwork in this heat. The weather report said it’s supposed to get bad later.”
“I’m fine,” he assured her. “I grew up here, remember? Besides, the extra sunlight is actually good for me. I’ve had a lot more energy since moving out here than what I had in Metropolis.” He glanced at the tractor with a grimace. “I’ll probably be in soon anyway. I don’t think I’m going to make any more progress on this until the new parts arrive.”
“Good,” Lois said. “In that case, I could use your help cleaning the attic. It hasn’t been done since we got here and we really need to stop putting it off.”
Clark deflated slightly. “You realize there are boxes up there from long before I was born, right? We’re going to need a bulldozer just to clear a walking path.”
“Good thing you have all that extra energy then.”
“I really have to be more careful telling you things like that.”
“Too late, babe.” She finished wiping off his glasses, stretching up on tiptoe to slip them back on his face. “Here,” she said with a smirk, “you better put these back on before someone recognizes you.”
He grinned, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. “Make fun of it all you want, sweetheart,” he said after pulling away. “But it’s worked for twenty years.”
“And someday I’ll solve the mystery as to how in the world that works,” she said.
Grabbing his empty glass, she turned back toward the house, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t forget, attic detail in one hour. I’ll see if I can round up a few reinforcements, too.”
“Got it,” he called after her. “Offer any bribes necessary to get the boys up there.”
She smiled as she walked the rest of the way back to the house. From the porch door, her gaze swept over the little farmyard again. Jon and Sam playing ball, Jordan and Sarah flirting awkwardly, Clark working on putting away the tractor…
A contented sigh slipped out as she opened the door. She loved her crazy little family. Superpowers or not, every one of them was unique — and she couldn’t be happier to have them in her life.
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