superman · lois lane · dc comics · family life · daily planet · metropolis · secret identity · domestic fluff · superhero · fatherhood
The first rays of dawn caught the spinning globe atop the Daily Planet building, painting our apartment in a wash of gentle gold. From the living room carpet came the sound of miniature roars and stomping feet—our three-year-old, Jonathan, was deep in a prehistoric war with his toy dinosaurs. I emerged from the hallway, the sleeves of Clark’s borrowed flannel shirt rolled past my wrists, the warmth of fresh coffee seeping into my palms. This was the calm before the storm, the quiet heartbeat of our life together. In the kitchen, Clark put on a masterful performance for our audience of one, his hands gripping a jar of grape jelly with theatrical strain. 'Daddy’s gonna open it!' Jonathan announced, his faith absolute. Clark’s eyes met mine over the boy’s head, blue and kind behind…