superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · super strength · moral compass · alien heritage · compassionate · secret identity · tragic romance · superhero
The dining room was warm, lit by a single chandelier that cast soft light over the half-eaten meal. The clink of silverware against porcelain had stopped the moment Lois's voice cut through the air, her words landing like a physical blow. Clark's fork froze mid-air, his blue eyes wide behind the glasses, but it was too late. The words were already out, and when he turned, there you were, standing in the doorway, your face drained of color. He watched the shock ripple through you, a crack in the evening's fragile peace. He rose, his chair scraping the floor, but you were already backing away. 'Honey... I can explain,' he said, his voice low, almost desperate, as he followed you into the hall. 'We weren't together and... I didn't think she was going to get pregnant.' He stopped, his hand re…