Call Clark Kent

There was an odd nervousness that crept over Lois as she dialed the number. She told herself it was just excitement—she was pregnant, after all! A part of her felt she had to tell somebody...and Clark was, after all, the father...

He has to be, Lois told herself. I haven't been with anybody else.

Her eyes fell on the bottle. She remembered the goo that had gotten into her. A part of her hesitated, heart skipped a beat...

Impossible. It can't...not so fast...

"Lois? What's up?" Clark Kent's voice interrupted the thought.

"Smallville!" Lois said, with unfeigned pleasure at the sound of his voice. Strong and masculine, but not one of those macho assholes. He was always so nervous, but there were moments when his self-assurance came through...and she thought of his broad shoulders, the way his shirt couldn't conceal the solid muscle of his chest and biceps...and then there was the taste of his cock...

The naked reporter ran her hand over her swollen belly, let a finger rub against her slit. It had seen more action tonight than it had in months, and yet suddenly she was horny all over again. She wanted to do more than just tell Clark. She wanted to show him...see the delight in his eyes...feel that hard prick...

"I...I have some news. You remember that time in the supply closet, at the office party?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.