Author's Note: I just wanted to thank everyone for sticking with this story. I started this over two years ago, and you guys never gave up on it. I really appreciate the support you've given this story.

So, I'm totally winging this epilogue. I'm just making it up as I go along. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.


Clark Kent had never been so happy in his entire life.

"Christopher Kent! Get back here!"

He let out a chuckle as he heard his wife yell after their oldest son. A little blur dressed in blue and red came into the kitchen, and Clark reached out to stop him. He saw the doll the eight year old was holding, and he had to bite back a smile.

"Did you take your sister's doll, Chris?" he asked in as stern a voice as he could muster.

Chris gave him a charming smile. "Aw, Dad, come on. I'm just trying to have some fun!"

"You can't do it at the expense of Emma," Clark said just as a little girl with a head full of brunette curls ran into the kitchen. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her brother with a look on her face that was so classically Lois that Clark had to laugh.

"Chris!" Emma Kent held her hand out. "Give me back my doll!"

Clark arched an eyebrow at his daughter. "Please," he added.

Emma looked at her father and gave him a sweet smile. "Please," she added.

"Aw, fine." Chris handed the doll back to his little sister. "I was just gonna hide it."

Lois came into the kitchen then, holding a three year old toddler boy in her arms. "Chris, don't take your sister's toys. Emma, don't vandalize your brother's comic books."

"What?" Chris took off towards his bedroom in another blur of color while Emma just skipped away with a giggle. Clark watched his two children run off with a mildly amused look on his face.

"She's definitely your daughter," Clark noted.

Lois couldn't keep the smile from forming on her face as she leaned against the counter. "I think Logan is going to be the only one who isn't going to be a trouble maker. He's my sweet little angel."

"That's because he takes after me," Clark said. He ran his hand over the toddler's thick, messy hair, and Logan grabbed onto his hand and smiled at his father.

Lois laughed and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Clark smiled against her lips as she kissed him back.


"One more story please, Mom?"

Lois shook her head and shut the book she had been reading to her oldest son. "I'm sorry, Chris. That was the third story I read to you. It's time for bed."

Chris pouted at her, and he looked so much like Clark in that moment that Lois had to look away for a brief moment. Clark had been gone for four days at this point. It had been one of his longer trips, and she hadn't heard from him in almost two days.

Just then, she felt a familiar rush of air and then two strong arms wrapped around her waist. Lois sagged against her husband in relief as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Daddy!" Chris exclaimed sleepily.

Clark gave his son a tired smile. "Hey, buddy," he said. He let go of Lois and sat on the edge of Chris's bed. "What are you still doing up?"

"Mommy was just reading me a story," Chris explained as he yawned. "I was waiting for you to get home."

"I'm home now, Chris. So that means you have to go to bed." Clark leaned over and kissed his forehead. Even though Chris was eight and often claimed that he was too old for these sorts of things, he was just glad that his father was home.

"Hey Daddy?" Chris's eyes fluttered shut as he spoke. He was already half asleep, but Clark answered him anyway.

"Yeah, Chris?"

"Can I be a superhero like you when I grow up?"

Clark smiled a little and smoothed Chris's messy hair back. "You can be anything you want to be."

With that, Chris drifted off to sleep. Clark kissed his forehead again and Lois did the same. Clark went to say goodnight to Emma and Logan while Lois went to their bedroom. Clark returned a few minutes later and climbed into bed, pulling her into his arms.

He brushed his lips across her temple. "I'm sorry that I was gone for so long."

Lois snuggled closer to him. "It's okay. I understand." And she did. Lois really did understand. That was the amazing thing about Lois and their relationship. No matter what happened, she always understood. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine," Clark told her. "Especially since I'm back here."

Lois finally smiled for real. "You're such a smooth talker, Clark Kent."

Clark chuckled. "You love it, Lois Lane-Kent."


"Uncle Ollie!"

Oliver let out a grunt as all three of the Kent kids slammed into him. Even the little one, only being three years old, still packed a punch. It wasn't long before they were all hanging off of him, and Oliver pretended that they were too heavy as he dragged them out to the backyard.

"Come on, Uncle Ollie! Let's play!" Emma said as she tugged on his hand.

Oliver smiled at the little girl. "I gotta go help your dad with the grill, Em. You have to know that he's not the best grill master."

"I heard that, Oliver!" Clark yelled from across the yard.

"Screw you and your super hearing!" Oliver yelled back.

As Chloe walked by with a blonde toddler in her arms, she hit Oliver on the back of the head. "Watch your language around the children!"

Oliver scowled and rubbed the back of his head. "Jimmy, can you—"

Jimmy held his hands up. "I'm sorry, man. I can't control her."

Chloe dropped a kiss to Jimmy's cheek. "That's right."

Oliver looked seriously at the toddler that Chloe was holding. "Travis, I hope that you turn out way cooler than both your parents."

"Aunt Chloe is the coolest!" Emma exclaimed as she ran by Oliver. She punched him in the thigh with her little fist and Oliver groaned.

"God, Lois!" he yelled. "What do you teach your kids?"

Lois simply laughed as she joined Clark by the grill. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Don't listen to Oliver," she said. "You're a great cook."

"Well, considering that I'm the only one out of all of us that can actually cook, I'd hope that at least one of you would think that." He dropped a kiss to her lips and expertly flipped a burger without looking.

"Now you're just showing off," Lois said. Her statement was punctuated with a loud crash from inside the house. They heard Chris and Emma both yell "Oops!" Oliver was the first one in the house, and Clark and Lois looked at each other.

"Do you think we should go in?" Lois asked.

Clark looked at the house before he looked back at the grill. "Nah, let Uncle Ollie handle it. He deserves it after sending home Chris and Emma hyped on sugar the last time he watched them."

Lois laughed again, and Clark bent to kiss her. He couldn't help it. He just loved to hear her laugh, and she did so freely now. No one expected Lois Lane to settle down with a husband and three children, but she had and she was perfectly happy. She still had her amazing career as a journalist, and she considered motherhood another great adventure.

"I love you," Clark murmured when he pulled away.

Lois smiled. "I love you too, Clark."

Clark tugged Lois into his side as his kids came back out of the house. He had Lois, the woman who understood him no matter what, and he had his beautiful family. What more could he ask for? Clark Kent wouldn't have it any other way.


Author's Note: So I just wanted to end this story on a really good note. I wanted to show Clark and Lois having that family life with their kids, but I did want to put in that struggle with him as Superman, as well. I hope I managed to succeed. As I said before, thank you for sticking with this story. I have another Smallville story up my sleeve, so be on the lookout for it. Thanks!