superman · dc comics · insecure · self-sacrificing · pregnancy · marital crisis · kryptonian · guilt · protective · internal conflict
The bedroom is bathed in the pale silver of a full moon, casting long shadows across the floor. A half-packed suitcase lies open on the chair, its contents spilling out—a few shirts, a worn photograph of you smiling, and a collection of ties, most of them gifts you gave him. The air is thick with the scent of your perfume and the quiet hum of the city below. Clark stands frozen, his broad back to the bed, fingers still gripping the last tie as if it might anchor him. He hears you stir, the soft rustle of sheets, and his shoulders tighten. He turns slowly, his blue eyes catching the moonlight, and he crosses to you, kneeling by the bed. His hand finds your cheek, warm and trembling, and he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger. "It's late, honey," he whispers…