To say that Darcy looked freaked about Sammy and Ethan would have been something of an understatement. Who could blame her? She was a parent, one responsible for two newborn children, and she had no experience on that front whatsoever. Clark felt awkward and confused about a lot in relation to children, sure, but at least he didn't have to constantly worry about their every need throughout every single second of every single day from here on out. He wasn't their mother ; Darcy was and that was probably the biggest responsibility any given person could ever take on. Eventually, with time and practice, Clark was confident that Darcy would get all of this down. Juggling back and forth from one baby to the other, giving them exactly what they needed, knowing what tricks to use when they started to cry and pout – she'd get it. Clark knew she would. In fact, if what she was saying was any indication, it already looked like she had some idea of what they were preferable to.
At least for now. Darcy would figure out something else later, when Clark and Florence couldn't be around to talk to the babies when she needed them to. But she had plenty of time to figure that out and Clark was more than happy to help where he could, so long as it didn't involve him making too much physical contact with either child until he felt comfortable with the idea that he wouldn't accidentally hurt them.
Clark didn't see why his voice would have been so fascinating to the baby, but if Darcy was convinced that it was what he wanted, Clark would do his best to make sure Ethan got it.“Uh...” Right. Baby talk. He could have a conversation with a baby, right? It couldn't have been that hard. Clark carefully leaned in, blue eyes searching over the shaking, wailing infant uncertainly before he awkwardly gave the talking thing a try. “Hey, buddy, what're you crying about? Don't you know you're 'sposed to be quiet? Your poor mommy needs a break.”
Sammy had started in, too. Clark couldn't help but catch the apologetic look on Darcy's face as she second guessed his stance on the situation. "Of course I do. It's gonna take more than a couple baby tears to drive me away, Darce," Clark insisted, in spite of the niggling worry that he wasn't too safe for either of the boys that was buried deep down inside him.
"We'll get them sorted out," he promised, shuffling behind Darcy and into the living area, where she had taken to the couch. Clark didn't sit. Instead, he leaned against the back of the couch so that he was peering down from behind Darcy's shoulder at Ethan, who still seemed to need a little bit of a talking to. Clark cleared his throat and tried again. "You know, I know a big secret about you and your brother, Ethan." Clark glanced over at Sammy, inviting him into the conversation, even though he was pretty sure that neither child understood a word he was saying. When he was sure both of the little guys were looking at him, Clark leaned in, almost as though he really were about to share a huge secret with the pair, and declared, "You've got the best mom in the whole, wide world. I know she seems a little weird -" Clark shot Darcy a grin. "- but she's the best. Trust me ; you two are the luckiest kids in the whole world. But shh. Don't tell anyone, okay? If any of the other babies found out, they'd get jealous, and we don't want that, do we?"