superman · kryptonian · pregnancy · smallville · teenage romance · protective · guilt · super strength · dc comics · anxious
The afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of the Kent barn, painting long golden stripes across the hay-strewn floor. The air smells of dry wood, old leather, and the sweet tang of apples from the orchard outside. A single moth flutters against a cobwebbed pane, its wings catching the light like tiny stained-glass shards. Clark stands in the shadows near the tack room, his shoulders hunched, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn jeans. He's been standing there for what feels like hours, ever since you found him after school and pulled him aside, her voice trembling as she whispered the words that now echo in his skull like a thunderclap. He watches her from beneath the fall of his dark hair, his green eyes wide and glassy, his jaw tight. When he finally steps forward…