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Lois groaned. Clark should be the one doing this, not her. Clark was more equipped to get this done. Not her. She should be on the sidelines as he effortlessly does this job.

But she isn't. No, instead of Mr. Man of Steel dealing with this, she has been forced into the position of not shattering his beliefs.

This was stupid. And she knew it.


"Mommy, mommy, wake up!"

Lois heard the voice of her son, begging her to get up. But that was the last thing she wanted to do.

"C'mon, Lois! Please?"

Hearing a grown… man begging. Isn't that interesting. Interesting enough to wake her up.

"Fine! Let's go into the living room. Joel- help mommy out of bed." Geez. She even sounded grouchy.

The small boy whooped and dragged her out of bed. Clark laughed and followed.

When they got there, Clark turned to Lois and grinned.

"Santa remembered to put lead around the wrapping paper!"

Lois just smiled and nodded. The things she did for her husband…