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Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in wariscoming,

Blinking rapidly, Darcy's jaw wobbled between shock and an attempt to hide it when Clark was so casual about his hand on a red hot burner. Even when he showed her his hand — which was completely untouched by the heat — it took Darcy a second to recover and accept what she was seeing as real. Knowing that he was Superman was one thing, but seeing it in action was entirely another. That was the first time that Darcy was jolted into the reality that her boyfriend wasn't just another average Joe, even if he played off like he was a lot of the time. "I...oh," she finally managed, a little stupidly.

Ethan's crying faltered for a second when Clark spoke, only to start again when he stopped and Darcy began. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second, willing herself not to let her exhaustion push her into crying. Darcy hated crying; it was unattractive at best and embarrassing at worst. In front of Clark, she'd done it twice — the first night she'd stayed with him after Kon had died and then again when she was giving birth — and both times had been out of pain, first emotional and then physical. But...she didn't want to make it a habit, by any means.

She opened her mouth to finish explaining to Clark that Ethan liked the sound of his voice and that was why she was asking for him to talk, even if it was about nothing in particular at all, but Clark spoke again before she could, asking what was wrong with Ethan. Well, he asked what the matter was, but Darcy heard wrong and it made her wince slightly. She hadn't really considered it was something wrong until that very second. "Um...he hates me or something," she replied, only half-joking, even if she did give Clark a weak smile as she started to rock back and forth in place. "He just, I don't know, he really likes your voice. And Florence's," she sighed, leaning down just slightly to set Sammy's car seat on the kitchen floor. If this went on for too long, Sammy was going to definitely end up with some sort of resentment toward all the attention his little brother got and Darcy didn't like that idea at all.

She'd have to figure something else out, eventually, but for now...this would have to do; Clark was there, so she was going to take advantage of it.

Ethan wailed again and Darcy could feel him either attempting to throw his head back against her hand or else losing control of his neck momentarily. "He's fed, he's burped, he's dry...I don't know what his deal is," she admitted, looking away from Clark and back down at the baby in her arms. "Shhh...hey...listen, listen," she prodded, "Clark's right here, he'll talk to you okay? Please stop crying; you'll hurt yourself," she pleaded, frowning with concern as the younger twin's face went beet red with all of the effort he was putting into making so much noise. She looked back up at Clark, then, expectantly. It didn't occur to her to feel badly for putting him on the spot. Especially when Sammy spit out his pacifier and started in again, as well.

"Still want to let us crash?" she asked apologetically, reaching down to pick up Sammy's car seat again and moving away from Clark, nodding her head in a gesture requesting that he follow her, and making her way to his couch where she sat, positioning Sammy's seat so that she could rock it, again, with her foot.