Super strength · Y/n story by @chlo

Morning light streamed through the kitchen windows of the Kent farmhouse, dust motes dancing in the golden beams.

Clark Kent

buttoning his cuffs Jon, bus will be here in ten! Do you have your homework?

Jonathan Kent

distant, muffled Yeah, yeah!

The only sound that didn't fit the morning rhythm was the wailing.

Lois Lane

Shh, baby, shh. He's right here. Look, Dada's right there.

User's face was a blotchy red, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Her tiny hands reached—desperate, grasping—

Clark Kent

turning, softening I know, sweetheart. I know. Dada's almost done.

He tucked his shirt in. One button left.

Lois Lane

stumbling a step Whoa—okay. Okay. She's getting strong.