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The sound of rain tapping against the window filled the quiet of the apartment. Clark was pacing in the kitchen, running a hand through his messy hair as he glanced at you nervously. Something was up. He’d been acting strange all evening, fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, which was not at all like the calm, steady Clark Kent you knew and loved.
You sat curled up on the couch, watching him with a raised brow. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“What are you hiding from me?” you asked, half teasing, half curious. He froze at the sound of your voice, eyes widening like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner.
“Hiding? Me? Nothing,” he replied, his voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing.
“Clark.” You gave him a pointed look. “You’re the worst liar ever. Spill.”
He let out a long sigh and stopped pacing, turning to face you with a sheepish smile. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and you could tell whatever it was, he was embarrassed about it. “Okay, fine,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you can’t laugh.”
You grinned, sitting up straighter. “No promises.”
Clark walked over to the couch, standing in front of you as if he were preparing for a big reveal. He reached into his pocket, fumbling a bit before pulling out… a small, slightly crumpled bouquet of wildflowers.
Your heart melted immediately.
“I, uh, picked these on my way home,” he said, his voice soft. “I was going to surprise you, but then I thought maybe it was silly, and I didn’t know if you’d even like them—”
Before he could finish, you were already on your feet, throwing your arms around his neck and laughing. “Clark! That’s what you were hiding? You’re too cute.”
He blinked, caught off guard by your reaction, but quickly relaxed as you hugged him. “You think it’s cute?”
“Of course I do!” you said, pulling back slightly to look at him. “They’re beautiful. And it’s the sweetest thing ever.”
A relieved smile spread across his face, and he let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t know why I was so nervous. I just wanted it to be perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” you whispered, standing on your toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.
Clark’s eyes twinkled as he handed you the flowers, his earlier nerves completely gone. “Well, if you say so.”
You took the flowers, grinning as you brought them to your nose. “I do say so.”
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you both stood there in the warmth of your little apartment, the rain falling softly outside.
And in that moment, everything was perfect.