Clark's family was nothing like her own - something that had been hard to process at first, but she quickly learned to cherish. She'd never had a family like the one she had with Clark, and the traditions that had seemed so unnecessary in others before him, suddenly took on a new light.
"I hope so," she grinned, kissing his chin. "Because you're stuck with this one." Lois had never imagined she'd become this saccharine, either. Clark was like a disease that spread his sweetness to others. "Maybe I do get a little lost out here, Smallville," she teased. "But I can hold my own. The guys in town sure like talking to me." She'd even written an article on them, fascinated by the quaint portrait of an America many people had thought long gone, the way of the steam locomotive.
She'd sent the article back to Smallville, and the men had been reading her articles ever since. Now, whenever she came into town, they were eager to sit and chat with her in the General Store or at the Diner, and Lois loved the attention.
"I'm not going to start crafting," she promised. At least, it was highly unlikely she ever would. "I can survive without my toys, too." She wasn't sure if Ma had hidden them of her own accord, or if Clark had inspired that, but she told herself it was probably a good idea. She would have found a way to sneak them, otherwise. "We'll just have to deal with a full mailbox full of Jimmy, and Perry's anxiety attacks tomorrow."
Looking at him, her face softened. "I love you too, Mr. Kent."