Is it corny to say this idea came in the form of a dream? Is it corny to say is it corny?
Clark Kent stood next to the elevators on the busy DP floor and looked across to see a vision in the palest pink reading her latest article with a pen in her hand and talking on the phone at the same time. Carrying a huge brown box he walked towards her a small pool of anticipation mixed with huge Kryptonian butterflies in the pit of his stomach.
Lois smiled as he approached, glancing curiously at the box he held in his huge hands...huge hands that were doing all sorts of things this morning... to her. Shaking herself out of her reverie and before she said anything inappropriate to the person on the other end of the phone, she hung up and smiled up at him.
'Look what I just landed,' Clark smiled, 'This has to be the biggest story of the day, if not the week.' Placing the brown box on Lois's desk.
'Go, Smallville! What is it? And tell me quick before our noisy little Kitty-Kat pops up and wants to share the by-line.' Feeling the rush of the latest scoop within her grasp.
'Why don't you open it and find out. Maybe you can help me on it.' His eyes twinkled at the joke. However, those huge Kryptonian butterflies in the pit of his stomach suddenly morphed into something bigger. He had faced Doomsday, Brainiac... a younger clone of himself but this 5'8" woman was the only person to actually make him break a sweat.
'Ok,' Lois smiled up at him pulling a penknife out of her keychain. Clark's eyes widened, she carried a pen knife with her at all times? At least it would make her safer...
'Clark there's just another box inside.' Lois sighed the excitement she just felt bubbling into annoyance.
'Well, open that one too.' Clark's eyes twinkled in amusement.
What was going on? Inside that brown box was another smaller brown box. Lois opened that one too throwing cardboard everywhere and receiving curious looks from all around and the one after that and the one after that until there was a small velvet box. Lois's breathing deepened. Was this what I think it is? Is Clark?
'Will you marry me?' Clark whispered looking at her with wide green eyes. Lois was speechless. It was way too early in the morning ...she need a coffee, no screw that she needed alcohol... but Mrs. Lane-Kent she liked the sound of that, Mrs. Lane-
Cat Grant stood smiling at the two of them unaware that she had interrupted anything whatsoever.
'So, Clark I was wondering there's a nice French bistro that's just opened next door. Do you-'
'Kat,' Lois smiled shaking herself out of her reverie 'What are you doing? Asking my fiancé out to lunch,' Lois's voice rose on the word fiancé.
'Oh, I...um.' Clark looked up at Lois who was blushing profusely. His heart thumping erratically. She smiled nervously up at him.
'Donut.' In an attempt to look away from his gaze she pushed the box into Kat's arms, grabbed Clark and dragged him to the copy room. The ring somehow on her left hand. Lois wasn't a fan of jewellery but there was something about this ring that felt right...she felt right...she finally felt at home.
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