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“Clark, these pumpkins are ridiculously massive,” you remarked dryly, staring at the three large pumpkins taking up the entirety of your dining table.
Clark let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ma insisted that I take them with me for the kids…”
“Did you fly them here? Never mind, don’t answer that. I already know the answer…,” obviously he was Superman so this would’ve been easy for him, but it was difficult to wrap your mind around how strong your husband was at times.
He cleared his throat, sensing that you didn't seem too upset, “Do you think the boys will like them?”
You were still a little disturbed to see your already small kitchen overtaken by pumpkins but you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, finally setting down your purse on a chair by the kitchen island, “No doubt Jon will love them, that's for sure. Not sure about Conner..."
"I didn't know your parents grew pumpkins... Are these naturally grown?” you asked, approaching the table to touch one of the toddler sized pumpkins curiously.
Clark nodded, amused by your question, and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “They don't, a friend gave them to them but they are, in fact, naturally grown."
He stayed quiet for a second before continuing, "You know these pumpkins are actually fairly small compared to our record holders.”
You tried to hide your shock as you looked back at him with a small smile, "I'm not sure if I should be horrified or impressed, Smallville."
He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before letting go of you, “I'll have to show you the contest one of these days."
He began to grab his coat and car keys as he glanced at the time, "I’m going to pick up the boys, Conner's going to be landing soon and Jon probably wants to greet him at the airport."
You nodded, kissing him quickly, careful not to hit his glasses, "Alright, I'll get started with dinner in the meantime. Be quick!"
About 40 minutes later, you recognized the familiar sound of a small child running down the hall and you set down your knife to wipe your hands. You then heard the usual sound of Clark fumbling with his keys and you held back an amused smile, walking towards the door. Before he even got the chance to find his house key, you unlocked the door and opened it.
Clark jumped slightly, feigning shock to maintain his persona even though he definitely heard you, and let out a slight laugh, “Oh! H-hi, Darling.”
"Hi, Love," you greeted him again, glancing at the two boys with him, "You should consider carrying less keys when you go out."
You gave the two young boys a smile as your son ran up to you, hugging your waist, "And hello, boys. How was school?"
Conner gave a wave, removing his sunglasses, and dropped his backpack by the door, “Alright. I got out early, so not too eventful.”
Clark walked past you and Jon, carrying Conner's suitcase to the guest room. You gave Conner an apologetic smile, running your hand through Jon's dark hair, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Conner. We figured buying you a flight would be less suspicious than having you show up here using your abilities-"
Conner smiled, shrugging, "It's fine. I get it, I'm just glad I can be here for the weekend."
You turned your attention back to the nine year old next to you, "How were your classes, Jon?"
The boy brightened up, “We had a quiz today and I got 100 on it! And Ms. Sally also let us pair up for science class!”
Jon kept talking for a while longer and Clark ruffled his hair when he finished, "That's great, kid. Conner, I set up your bed and put your bags in there."
"Alright, if you boys are ready, I almost finished dinner and then Clark has a surprise for you two."
Once you finished cooking, the boys walked into the kitchen and Jon gasped, seeing the pumpkins. Before the boy could speak, you quickly told him that the pumpkins were for after dinner, which caused him to pout as he took a seat next to Conner at the kitchen island.
Clark helped you serve dinner and offered you the last chair at the island, deciding to stand next to you as everyone ate. When everyone finished, your husband also insisted on cleaning up. He didn't even allow you to pick up the dirty dishes. So, you turned your attention to the boys and you began to tackle the pumpkins.
“Which pumpkins do you boys want?” you asked, glancing at the kids.
Jon quickly picked out his pumpkin, the smallest one of the three, but it still was quite intimidating to tackle, “I like this shade of orange!”
Clark chuckles slightly, wiping his hands as he approaches the dining table, “Conner?”
“I’ll just take this one,” he shrugged, grabbing the closest one to him.
“Then I guess this leaves us with this one,” Clark told you, pulling the bumpy pumpkin closer to his seat to begin carving it.
“Alright,” you smiled before sitting next to Jon, “I’ll get started with the top for you.”
The boy protested slightly but didn’t seem too annoyed as he moved to sit with Conner. The smell of pumpkin quickly overtook the kitchen and it put you in the fall spirit.
"How many pumpkin pies do you think we could make with all of these?" you asked jokingly as you scoop out the filling of Jon's pumpkin, glancing at Clark and Conner, who were basically done hollowing out their pumpkins.
Conner looked up from his work, Jon practically hanging off of him as he worked on his Jack-o'-lantern, as he responded with a small smirk, "Too much."
"There's no such thing as too much!" Jon exclaimed, stepping away from Conner, letting the teen breathe, "When can I start cutting?"
You smiled slightly, "Soon, I still need to hollow out your pumpkin."
The nine year old nodded, surprisingly patient as he went back to sketching out his plan. Clark noticed you struggling to keep up with his and Conner's super speed and he carefully took your hand, "I'll finish that up. You start tracing the face for our Jack-o'-lantern."
You hesitated slightly, not wanting him to work for you, "No, it's al-"
Your husband cut you off with his sweet smile, "I insist. Anyways, I trust your artistic skills over mine any day."
With that, you resigned and began tracing a fun design on your shared pumpkin, "Boys, do you think I should make a cat or a witch?"
The two kids looked up from their tasks, sharing a glance. Conner spoke up, looking back down at the sketch he was helping Jon with, "Why not both?"
You thought about it for a second before nodding, "That's probably a good idea actually. There's a lot of blank space to use."
The next few minutes were filled with small talk as everyone started focusing on transferring their sketches onto the large pumpkins. Clark helped Jon to the best of his ability, struggling a little to recreate the design Conner helped Jon with. Luckily for the Superman, his son didn't seem upset at all with his mediocre art skills.
The peaceful atmosphere, however, had given you the urge to mess with your poor husband, seeing he was likely too focused on his artwork to notice your scheming.
You glanced at the large bowl of pulp and seeds sitting on the counter next to you and you grabbed a handful, motioning to the boys to be quiet. Conner's eyes widened slightly, catching on to your intentions and he paused his sketching for a few seconds. Jon, on the other hand, was less discreet as he covered his mouth, giggling at the prospect of his father getting pranked.
“Honey?” you called out innocently, suppressing a wide grin.
That caught Clark's attention, "What's wr-"
You dropped the pulp on his head, causing him to flinch for a few seconds as he processed what just happened. A few seconds later, he began to laugh and turned to face you, "Alright, you asked for it!"
This marked the beginning of a food fight in your pristine kitchen, as Clark threw pulp back at you. You let out a small yelp, feeling the cold and slimy filling hit your skin. Conner grinned and teamed up with Jon, throwing their own handfuls of pumpkin pulp at Clark and you.
You feigned a gasp of offense as your boys betrayed you, "How could you? After I offered you both cookies!"
Your cries of playful outrage fell on deaf ears, "Sorry, mom. This is war!"
The food fight ended surprisingly soon as you all ran out of ammo, the seeds and pulp covering nearly every inch of the once clean dining room. Each one of you is also covered in an absurd amount of pumpkin.
"White flags?" everyone nodded, still laughing.
"I'll quickly clean this up, you three start carving so we can put these outside tonight."
You looked at Clark, a little surprised, "You sure? You already cleaned earlier–"
"I've got it, It'll be faster like that anyways," he said, leaning down to kiss you smiling. You happily kissed him back and pulled away to let him clean.
It took him barely two minutes to clean but by that time, Conner finished his detailed pumpkin and you had started guiding Jon through his pumpkin carving journey.
"Thank you so much, Love," you said, smiling as he began carving your design.
"It's really no big deal," Clark responded with a smile, his hair messy from using his superspeed.
By the time you were all finished, you had three drastically different pumpkins: Conner's being a detailed design of his favorite horror movie villains that went around the pumpkin; you had decided to go with a more simple design of a witch with her cat, which Clark had managed to carve out neatly; and Jon had a cute (though a little sloppy) design of Superman and the Superboys on his pumpkin.
“Are they going to fit on the balcony you think?” you asked Clark, both of you staring at the carved pumpkins.
“We’ll make it work,” Clark kissed your cheek as the boys took pictures with their pumpkins, likely to send to Tim and Damien.
“What do you think the neighbors will think?”
“It’ll give ‘em pumpkin to talk about.”
You fought to stop the smile forming on your lip, “That was so corny…”
The dark haired man smiled, “Whatever it takes to make you smile.”