By Tank Wilson <TankW1@aol.com>
Submitted March 2000
Summary: Who's sleeping in Lois's bed?
Author's Notes: A recent discussion on Zoom's message boards raised the topic of writers and the stories that they hadn't, for what ever reason, posted to the archives. I've written several that were intended as mere throwaways. What I like to call 'punch line' stories, just for the folks on the boards. The conclusion of the discussion was that those stories should also be posted to the board, if for no other reason, as another example of the twisted work that a writer has done. With that in mind, over the next few weeks I'll be sending little fluffy vignettes written for the boards a while back to the archives in the name of completeism. This was originally written as a holiday story. See if you can guess which one.
As always, all rights are assigned to their respective owners. All feedback welcome at TankW1@aol.com
Lois yawned, threw back the covers, and stretched as she sat up in bed. She ran her fingers through her short, dark, hair trying to undo some of the worst sleep tangles. She looked over her shoulder at her husband still sleeping with the covers pulled up so that she could only see his dark hair poking out from under wraps. She blew him a little kiss as she headed for the shower, her ever widening stomach causing her some trouble as she peeled off her pajamas. She smiled as she lathered up her swollen belly. Not long now she thought. She shook her head in wonderment, who would've ever thought, Lois Lane, a mother.
She came out of the shower and gave the lump under the covers a swat with her towel. "Hey, you going to sleep all day?"
She was answered with a grunt. Lois sighed. She knew that he'd been out late again last night. She had briefly woken up when he finally climbed into bed around 2 a.m. She knew when she married him that that could happen, but she didn't realize how often it actually would interfere with their chances to spend a quiet evening at home alone together. After finishing getting dressed she leaned over and kissed the top of his head.
"I'm going down to have some breakfast. Are you going to join me?"
Lois smiled, shaking her head when she was answered by another grunt. As she turned the corner and headed into the kitchen she let her hands linger on the classic real wood woodwork in her house. It was so lucky that she'd found this old brownstone on Hyperion Ave. Well, Clark had actually found that it was on the market after their story had put the previous owner, Dr. Doodsen, in jail. Lois had loved the place and it turned out to be just perfect for their needs. It had space for a growing family, she patted her belly, and it was close to the Planet and downtown.
After thinking of and rejecting several possibilities for breakfast, Lois settled on cold pizza left over from the night before. After finishing the pizza and taking a swig of milk directly from the bottle, Lois found herself again at the bottom of the stairs shouting up at her sleepyhead husband.
"Darling, are you going to get up or not?"
Suddenly Lois was interrupted by a knock at the door. She glanced at her watch. Right on time, she noted, as always. She eased her way over to the door and opened it.
"Hi, Clark, come on in, I'll just be a second." She favored her work partner with a smile as she reached for her coat which was slung over the chair. She threw one last look up the stairs as she called out.
"Dan, Clark's here, I'm leaving now. Call me later at the Planet and let me know when you'll be home." Lois turned and let Clark help her on with her coat. "I swear, that man would sleep the whole day away if I let him."
Clark chuckled. "I know what you mean, Mayson's the same way." He held the door for her as they passed through. Clark gave Lois' tummy a little pat and leaned over to talk to it. "So, how's baby Scardino doing today?"
Lois' giggles were cut off by the closing of the door.
BOO! Happy Halloween! Or if you prefer, APRIL FOOLS! Or… whatever.