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Clark sighs as he turns his car off and grabs his briefcase, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the top of the door getting out. He feels terrible about missing bedtime tonight, he hates not being able to make it home in time, both because he adores doing it and because that means you'll have to do it, which just gives you more work. Despite his crazy schedule of being a full-time reporter, Superman, and your husband, he always makes sure to carve out time to spend with his sweet pea.
You're finishing up with dishes in the kitchen when he comes in, and he smiles softly at the sight of you, setting his briefcase down by the door.
"Hey, honey," he says, trying not to sound so somber as he walks over. "How was your day?"
"It was alright," you say, already knowing why he's so bummed out. "You get your piece done?"
He nods, reaching out to rest his hands on your hips.
"Mhm."
You sigh and shut off the water, drying your hands before turning to face him. Your hands rest on his chest.
"She's fine, Clark, I promise. She knows you work and sometimes you just can't be home for bedtime."
His lips turn down a bit at your words, shaking his head. You can tell he's taking this hard, as he usually does.
"I read all the parenting books, I know how having an inconsistent parent can lead to problems down the road, especially with emotions and attachment style-"
"Clark," you cut him off, reaching up to push his suit jacket off his shoulders and walking over to hang it on the stairs. "You're worrying about this for no reason. It's just one night, baby, I promise it's not gonna make a difference with her. She's only going to remember all the times you've been there with her, which is pretty much all other nights."
He looks away.
"I just...I-I know there's no such thing as a perfect parent, but I want to be there for her and make sure she knows that her dad loves her. I want her to have the best life possible, just like I did when I was growing up."
You can't help but smile at his words.
"Trust me, there's never a day that goes by that she doesn't know you love her with all your heart. She says your name all the time and babbles about you, she goes around the house and points to pictures of us, saying 'dada' and 'mama'. You're her hero."
His eyes meet yours from behind his glasses, and his whole face lightens up a bit at your words. He really loves being a dad.
"Does she really?"
"Absolutely she does," you say, nodding. "All the time. She loves you so much, Clark. Just like I do. Never doubt that for even a second."
Clark's cheeks are getting warm as he holds you close, smiling down at you. It's so important to him that everyone in his life, especially you and the beautiful little girl you created together, know how much he loves and cares about them. What kind of husband and father would he be if he let either of them go even a moment without feeling loved?
He bends down a bit and presses a kiss to your lips, full of admiration, adoration, and appreciation for you. You're the one that made him a dad, you're the one who carried an abnormally large baby for nine months...it's all you, and without you, it wouldn't have been possible. That huge sacrifice you made for him is something he'll never stop being grateful for.
"I love you," he whispers against your lips, deepening the kiss. "I love you so much, honey. Thank you for talking me off the ledge, again."
You chuckle.
"I love you too, and you're welcome."
Clark doesn't pull back for long, diving in once again and kissing you deeply. You hum and wrap your arms around the back of his neck, returning the kiss eagerly.
His hands slide down your body, over the curves he loves so much, and rests them on your ass. He pulls you in and rolls his hips forward at the same time, pressing against you, unable to help himself. He can never help himself when it comes to you and your body.
Your breath catches when he suddenly lifts you up and sets you on the kitchen counter, slotting his hips between your now-parted legs. You sigh through your nose, fingers running through his hair, which makes him groan softly. His large hand slides up to the back of your hair, giving it a tug, forcing your head to tilt back a bit. He starts kissing at your jaw, then moves down to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and gently scraping his teeth against your skin a few times because he knows it drives you wild.
"Mm," he hums, his hips pressing forward again. "You're so beautiful."
You bite your lip and your grip in his hair tightens slightly, back arching against him. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his teeth against your neck.
"Clark...mm..."
He smiles, pulling back and resting his forehead on yours, nudging his nose against yours.
"We need to have a date night soon," he says. "We're very much overdue for one, and I miss getting to take you out on the town."
Your smile widens and you nod. A date night sounds amazing.
"Yeah, we haven't had one in a couple weeks. Maybe Jimmy or Lois will babysit.
Clark kisses you again, his smile widening.
"How about this Friday night? We can go try out that new bar and grab some food from some of the food trucks...and then we can have sex in the car afterwards, maybe drive somewhere private?"
His words make you laugh.
"Baby, that's not even a question," you say. "It's automatically built into our date night schedule."
He grins, laughing along with you.
"C'mon, let's go upstairs. I love you, and I love kissing you, but I'm really tired."
You hold hands and walk up the stairs to your bedroom, quickly changing and slipping under the covers.
Friday night can't get here soon enough.