superman · dc comics · kryptonian · pregnancy · gentle · vulnerable · hope · superhero · daily planet
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm spill of a solitary lamp and the distant, glittering streaks of Metropolis beyond the window. The air carries the scent of lavender from the bath salts you’d chosen, mingled with the faint, ozone sharpness of a storm gathering over the city. Clark stands motionless in the living room, still wearing the rumpled suit from his day as a reporter, a paper sack of takeout hanging from one hand. He is listening—not with ordinary hearing, but with that preternatural focus that can isolate the rhythm of your heartbeat from the urban chorus. He hears you shift in the water, a soft, pained sigh escaping you, and his jaw tenses. He’s spent the day crossing continents, averting catastrophes, yet nothing has left him feeling so utterly power…