roxy. Story Time!

My Two Dads Are Morons
(a working title)
A post-mpreg fiction

Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: remember that one time when we sat up all night, braiding each other’s hair and talking about you know who, who wasn’t there (what a tramp!) oh—and guys getting pregnant? Yeah, it’s that one

“Lex! Something’s wrong with Ripley!”

Lex woke up with a start and for a moment, he was confused—was he dreaming?

He could feel that the bed was empty—he looked up to see that yes, Clark was gone, and leaped up, went running down the hall to Alexandra’s room.

Even in the low pink light of the nursery, (chosen for it’s soothing properties) he could tell Clark was white faced and panicked. He was jiggling in place holding a smiling Alexandra and gasped in relief when he saw Lex. “Lex, thank God you finally came! Something’s terribly wrong with Rip!”

Lex looked Clark up and down with narrowed eyes as he stepped into the nursery. “It’s Alexandra and what is in the world is the matter?”

“She threw up.” He held her out for Lex to see, as if he might mistake who ‘she’ was.

* I’m going to kill him…* “All babies throw up Clark,” he explained patiently, “It’s the nature of the beast.”

“But…look…” he pointed to the far wall, where a mural of Christopher Robin and friends dripped with a thin coat of vomit.

“So? And ech.”

“We were standing right here…” the spot was a good ten feet from the defaced wall.

Lex did a classic double take, and yelped, “Oh my god! Call—did you call Toby?”

“No, and where the heck is Dr. Chang?”

Lex raised an eyebrow and looked at Clark with interest. “I imagine he’s somewhere sunny and bright—he’s on vacation. You know, time off for working non-stop?”

Clark gasped and his eyes went wild and wide. “What! How could he go now--how could you *let* him go? He should be here! Why did you let him leave?”

“Well, let’s see…if I were to force him to stay, forbid him to leave the lab, well…that would be what we call *slavery*, Clark, well paid or not. don’t think I didn’t consider itand that is *illegal*. unfortunately.”

“Oh, right, of course…” Clark looked so upset, still so carefully cradling the tiny baby on his huge shoulder. She was almost completely covered by that huge hand…Lex felt a warmth in his heart…and, he had to admit, a bit lower. Clark in total protective mode did things to him. Plus there was something about him holding Alexandra, and looking so young himself; so lost and worried…it made Lex’s heart melt completely.

“Sweetheart, she’s fine--look, she’s smiling. You probably just stuffed her, that’s all. Remember, as long as you give her the bottle, she’s not going to stop eating…like someone else I know.” He gave Clark a little smile, and reached out for their baby and Clark reluctantly let go. “Why don’t you get some rest? You’ve got an early day tomorrow, and I can work from home—it’ll be fine.”

“Really, Lex?” He yawned hugely and scratched a hand through his hair. He peered at Lexie and grinned. “She does look okay. I’ll give Mom a call tomorrow. She had to learn everything from scratch, too-- bet she has good advice.”

“I’m positive she does, Clark.” He kissed him, and Clark kissed back, slowly, and thoroughly. Lex gasped a little when he pulled back. He shook his head at an evilly grinning Clark “Go! Sleep, I mean it.”

Clark grinned and patted Alexandra on her bottom before leaving Lex with her in the nursery.

******

“Lexie, come to Daddy, come on, you can do it!”

Lex sat at the breakfast table looking over the newspaper at Clark and Lexie. Lexie was gradually pulling herself erect on the chair. Banana mush covered her chest and her hands, and transferred itself to the leather seat. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, but when she managed to balance on wobbly feet, she beamed at him.

“Yay, Lexie!” Clark crowed and swept her up to sit with him on the floor.

Lex smiled proudly. No baby was more advanced than his Lexie. Clark grinned at him, and caught Lexie as she stumbled. He leaned back on his hands and stretched out his legs, bounced Lexie on his shins.

“Don’t forget,” he said, “I have that interview for the internship today. I’ll drop Lexie off at the office before it, if that’s all right.”

Lex nodded and sipped at his coffee. He quickly sent off a memo, arranged for the nanny to pick Lexie up at the office after Clark’s Mommy And Me playgroup.

Lex still wasn’t entirely happy about the fact that Clark was the only man in the playgroup and technically single…of course, he’d had everyone in the group investigated. His child was not going to be in the company of potential stalkers or axe-murderers. Plus showing up once or twice unannounced had helped to assuage his discomfort. If those women had any doubt Clark was taken, his showing up had to have put an end to it. Clark couldn’t help but telegraph to all and sundry that he was Lex’s—the way his face lit up when he saw him….

Lex was absolutely convinced that it was different for him. That when he saw Clark, his face only revealed mild pleasure. What he didn’t know was that he could look as solemn as he chose to, it was all in the eyes, and no one could mistake that for Lex, the sun rose and set on Clark.

Later that afternoon, they celebrated Clark’s getting the internship at the Daily Planet, one more step completed in Clark’s game plan. Clark Kent, currently gofer and underpaid slave, but someday soon—reporter.

Lex had received the enthusiastic news as he was leaving a meeting, trailed by his assistants and execs, juggling papers and his briefcase, fending off an over-enthusiastic assistant with a cup of coffee--or a potential weapon, depending on whether the young woman managed to connect or not--and trying to answer a dozen different demands for his attention without loosing his train of thought but that wasn’t important—what was important was that Clark was happy—so of course, he was happy, too.

“Wonderful sweetheart, I’m so proud of you—no. No! I had nothing to do with it—Clark, if I were to meddle, you’d be doing much more than schlepping coffee and whatnot at the Planet, you’d be the editor. Yes, it’s all right, I forgive you. You know, you really have to have more confidence in your abilities. You need to set a good example for Lexie. I love you too. See you at home—how is she—never mind, I hear her!”

They celebrated at home, after the baby slept. The table set with the best, the cook outdid herself, candles burned on every surface, and Clark outshone them with his enthusiasm. He poured wine while telling Lex how the interview went, and sighed with a look of long suffering patience and barely concealed disappointment when Lex got a call in the middle of dinner. Lex looked up and sighed himself—on the inside. He smiled at Clark. “We’ll continue this at start of business tomorrow, it can wait that long.” he said into the phone and flipped it across the room.

Clark beamed at Lex and reached out for his hand. Lex smiled back as Clark raised it to his mouth. That could wait—this couldn’t.

*******

Lexie sat on Clark’s stomach and babbled to her toes. The comforter was scattered with cracker crumbs and books, and Lex tried to keep her sippy cup from tilting onto the sheets.

Lexie suddenly stopped, and looked seriously at him, a little frown line wrinkling her brow. He looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. “Is there something I can help you with?” he asked and she frowned harder. Clark said she looked just like him when she frowned. He didn’t see it, of course.

Lexie over balanced and used Clark’s nose as support and still she frowned, ignoring Clark’s mock groan of pain. Lex stared back at her, smiling a bit. “She looks like she’s thinking hard, Clark. Look--”

“Poppa,” she said, clearly and poked him.

“Oh my god—did you hear that? She said poppa!” Lex looked amazed and Clark laughed.

“I heard. She’s brilliant, isn’t she? It’s like she knows who has the keys to the Porsche.”

“Shhh! She’s too young to drive—she simply knows I’m the parent with the most sense, right Lexie?”

“Poppa,” she said again, with an air of finality.

“She takes after you so much, Lex—she even has to have the last word.”

*****

It was a lovely early summer day, the kind of day that was so perfect, it was almost ridiculous, the kind of day that birdsong and traffic noises were music, and the air moved enough to bring the scent of flowers and sun-warmed brick drifting close. It was a day so perfect, they decided to throw caution to the wind and walked around to the small park across the street from the penthouse, a rare public outing for all of them. They bought pretzels from a street vendor, and a teething Lexie made short work of them. Wonderful freezing ice cream in little cups helped soothe her, and Lex didn’t even blanch when Clark bought her a hot dog and fed her little pieces as they strolled along.

“She likes to eat,” Clark grinned.

“Why am I not surprised,” Lex murmured. He watched the two of them finish off the hot dog and cast eyes about, no doubt looking for their next meal. Lex shook his head. He leaned down and adjusted Lexie’s sunhat, as much a disguise as protection against the sun, something Clark stubbornly insisted she didn’t need. It didn’t matter. A well-dressed baby wore a sunhat in the summer, period. It was just...right.

They tried very hard to provide Lexie with as normal a life as possible, and as private life as was possible. It was difficult to do. Anything that involved Lex Luthor was news, and not only was he the youngest billionaire in North America. He was frank about his sexuality, openly living with another man, and had an adopted daughter he was raising with him. At least, that was what the world knew, and Lex fought to keep it at that. It cost money, and time, but Lexie lived as average a life as…well…the child of a billionaire could live, he supposed. Clark’s life was unremarkable for a twenty year old, and it was a hard won anonymity. Most people weren’t aware that he was Lex’s mysterious ‘companion’. Again, expensive, but again, more than worth it. Clark’s life and his family’s life, was strictly his own business.

Lex strolled Alexandria around the little pond in the park, and watched the other children there run and float boats, and make life hard for their parents, their nannies…he looked forward to it all. He looked forward to growing old, watching Lexie become the beautiful woman she was going to be. Life was good, unbelievably good. Clark had been on staff at the Daily Planet for a year, doing well, beginning to make a name for himself, and his partner. Lex was moving closer to political office, working with his advisors and making contacts that would be helpful. Soon, everything he’d hoped for was about to take flight and best of all, he had his family. Finally. His own family.

Lexie was two….

tbc

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