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clark kent (superman) ([info]whenyouseered) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2011-11-05 22:14:00

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Entry tags:clark kent/superman, darcy rhone

WHO: Clark & Darcy
WHAT: The new mommy is free of hospital shaped places and Clark is twitchy about potentially accidentally hurting the new kiddies.
WHEN: Early evening (slightly backdated to yesterday).
WHERE: The apartment complex.
RATING: PG.



Even though Clark had left all the windows in Darcy's apartment open, the place hadn't quite aired out yet. He didn't know if it was because the paint he'd rolled across the nursery walls had been too thick or if it was because of some sort of special chemical that was used in that brand of paint in particular, but it had taken a little longer than expected for the room to be safe for infants to stay within, let alone the whole apartment. Because of that, Clark had promised Darcy that she and her newborns could crash at his own place in the complex, which was far less filled with dizzying paint fumes and, as a result, much safer for the Rhone family.

Clark had to admit, he wasn't really all that used to being around babies. Yes, there were plenty of neighboring farmers from Smallville who had children of their own that Clark had occasionally met in passing, but that wasn't the same as living among them, in which he was partially responsible for making sure that they were well taken care of. Not to mention, Darcy's own children were younger than any that he had ever really encountered before. Clark was admittedly terrified of making too much physical contact with any of them ; he had to tone down his strength for human interaction enough as it was. The mere thought of how easy it would have been on his part to break a child terrified him enough to keep him at a very careful distance from any opportunity that required him to pick up either of Darcy's children. That didn't mean that he didn't help her when she needed it, nor would he avoid doing so in the future, but right now, Clark really didn't want to take any chances. He worked without touching them too much, all the while ensuring that he was especially careful not to mention his fears to Darcy, who Clark feared would shy away from him upon discovering what was really going on inside his head. Clark worried that she would either realize that he was right – that he was dangerous company for her to be having around her new babies – or she would find his worries ridiculous and would instead decide that he didn't want anything to do with her children at all and happened to be making up some kind of lame excuse to hide that fact. Both of the images that Clark had concocted in his anxiety didn't end well on his part, so he selfishly decided to keep his concerns to himself in hopes of avoiding potentially losing Darcy before they had even really begun. He wanted to help and he wanted to be there for Darcy and the kids ; it was just that tiny detail, along with the notion that he had no idea what he was doing, that made Clark wary.

That wariness, of course, didn't keep Clark from allowing the Rhone family to stay at his apartment. He had cleared out some extra space in his bedroom so that the crib that he had built for the twins was close by, since he knew that Darcy would want to keep a close eye on them during their first night out of the hospital. The bedroom in itself had been cleaned to perfection (in Clark's nervousness, he had decided that a room anything less than sparkling would be unacceptable to his new guests [who probably wouldn't much remember anything that they saw in Clark's apartment, as they were too tiny, but still], so he'd gone through a cleaning rampage prior to picking them up) and the apartment that followed wasn't looking too shabby either.

It was in that not-too shabby apartment that Clark currently resided. After bringing the group back to the complex, Clark had helped Darcy bring in whatever she needed to get by for the night prior to slipping off to the kitchen, where he planned on getting dinner together for Darcy and himself as she worked at settling in with the babies. In all honesty, Clark had been in a little rush to start in on dinner, as it gave him a few more minutes to prepare himself for whatever awaited him on the baby front.

So, while Darcy tended to her children in the next room over, Clark nervously fiddled with the meat and noodles he'd been cooking for their spaghetti dinner. Clark slid the cooked hamburger meat back to cool, but in all his distraction he had forgotten to turn the side of the burner that he had been using to cook the meat on off. It was in that same chain of distraction that Clark thoughtlessly and unknowingly placed his palm over the burner, the blazing heat - which would have burnt the flesh off of any other creature, easily - not bothering him in the slightest as he continued to quietly stir at the noodles.



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[info]total_milf
2011-11-09 07:34 am UTC (link)
As Clark went on, Darcy watched Ethan, feeling tears of her own prickling in her eyes as her cheeks went pink and she felt her face growing hot. Sammy was falling asleep again. Ethan had started chewing on his fist as he stared up at Clark, finally quieted and calm. It was the same look he gave Florence — the one that looked to Darcy like rapt attention, even if it probably wasn't — when she spoke and even more so when she sang.

"See?" Darcy asked, looking over at Clark after having blinked back the urge to cry — again; God, she hoped this wasn't some fucked up postpartum thing — "He gets like that with Florence, too. I don't think he likes the pitch in my voice as much. He really likes yours. Probably because it's way lower," she speculated. Her attention went back down to Ethan and she gave him a finger to wrap his free, tiny hand around. Darcy wiggled the finger and smiled at her son. "That's better, huh? When Clark talks? He's got a way better voice than Mama, huh?" she teased, only half-joking with the sentiment.

Without looking up at Clark again, initially, Darcy gently tapped Ethan's nose with her first finger. "You little snot," she whispered, grinning. "Thanks, baby," she added, looking over at Clark again to let him know that she was addressing him this time. Arching her eyebrows slightly, she gave a soft smile. "You wanna hold him?" she offered.

Men, in her experience, had little to no interest in holding babies. At least, not the way that women wanted to. Still, she figured she ought to offer. "Actually...if you wanted to, that'd be awesome, because I could go put Sammy down for the night..." she added tentatively with an expression that was ever so slightly hopeful while, at the same time, reflecting her understanding if he was disinterested. Clark acted like he was going to break her sometimes, she'd thought; she could only imagine how much more uncomfortable the idea of her sons must be to him.

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[info]whenyouseered
2011-11-13 05:25 am UTC (link)
Clark honestly hadn't expected for his voice to be the key to calming Ethan down. It had felt like a shot in the dark prior to him starting up with it, but now that Ethan had quieted and Darcy was pointing out that it was thanks to the few sentences he had to offer the child, Clark couldn't help but wonder if she was right. He sheepishly slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked down at his feet, the knowledge that he had been able to accomplish something so tiny, yet big at the same time, with the mere sound of his voice momentarily throwing him off.

“Maybe it's because we've got different voices? They might already know yours better than ours,” Clark suggested, looking to Darcy with an inquisitive smile. “We're probably just weird to them is all. They know who their mommy is.” They had only been alive a few days, but Darcy had definitely been around them the most. That was one potential explanation, wasn't it? Or maybe all this really didn't require any explanation at all. Maybe the boys just really liked his voice. Or maybe it was a funny combination of the two – they thought that he was weird and they thought his voice was interesting enough to distract them from their tears. Either way, if it was something that worked for now, Clark found he was more than happy to help Darcy. Talking was easy enough, wasn't it?

“Anything for you,” Clark said with a warm smile. He hadn't missed the emotionally overwhelmed sort of look that Darcy had put on earlier ; there was something there that wasn't being put into words that had caused him to turn his head a bit, but Clark didn't draw it out of her. It was possible that she was overwhelmed, both physically and emotionally at this point, because of the new responsibilities that had been laid on her. For that, Clark couldn't blame her. It was part of why he was so happy to help her wherever he could.

...except for when she asked him to hold Ethan. That was when that awkward demeanor of his came seeping back in through the edges quick as thunder. What if he held him the wrong way? What if he dropped the baby? What if he did something wrong and his powers went haywire and the baby wound up - no. He didn't want to think about it. Clark swallowed hard and looked down at Ethan uncertainly.

Him holding Ethan would help Darcy out. She'd have enough time to rush off to take care of Sammy and then, hopefully, she'd finally be able to get a moment to relax. That didn't change the way that he felt about the situation, nor did it keep the uncomfortable pause that followed her question from taking hold of the conversation. Clark cleared his throat and tore his gaze away from Ethan. If he didn't hold the baby, Darcy would have a harder time of it getting them to sleep. She'd think he was being weird or something and Clark didn't want her to think he was freaking out. The last thing that Darcy needed right now was more to worry over. Clark had vowed to help her make things easier. This was not making things easier, was it?

"Uh..." He paused, hesitant. "Uh, yeah. Okay. Let me just -" Hopelessly, Clark stepped around the couch, that way he wasn't facing the back end and looking over Darcy's shoulder. "You go ahead. I'll take him." And hopefully not break him. Oh god.

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[info]total_milf
2011-11-13 10:08 pm UTC (link)
Clark had suggested that it wasn't, perhaps, so much that the boys — Ethan — liked his and Florence's voices more than hers, but that maybe they were more interesting because they were mostly foreign. As much as Darcy wanted to be on board with that, she didn't entirely buy it. Though, it was, she supposed, plausible, considering the fact that that the boys would be comfortable with her voice, by now. She knew that babies could hear and recognize the voices of their mothers even in the womb. For the time being, she thought maybe she would cling to that idea, until it stopped seeming possible again.

She gave Clark another small smile when he'd responded to her gratitude. Darcy wondered, secretly, if that was true; if he really would do anything for her. Hopefully, she wouldn't ever need or want to test that theory. His smile seemed to fade away in favor of discomfort, though, when Darcy had asked him to hold Ethan for her to put Sammy to bed. She had to give credit where credit was due, though, because he agreed, anyway, however awkwardly so. Smirking slightly, Darcy bit her bottom lip and wrinkled her nose to keep from laughing. It really was just too cute, she thought, how nervous he seemed just then. One minute, he'd had his hand on a burner and hadn't even blinked but when she'd asked him to hold a baby, he looked like a deer in headlights.

Darcy stood up, holding Ethan close and nodded for Clark to sit down. "If you sit, maybe you won't be so nervous. Relax, sweetie...it's okay. He's not made of glass," she said with a tone of sympathetic understanding. "I promise. And I won't be long; Sammy's already sleeping. I just have to get him settled in the crib. Two minutes," she added.

Carefully, Darcy handed Ethan over to Clark, helping Clark to position his arms in such a way that both he and Ethan would be as comfortable as possible. "Just support his head and neck...and give him a finger to stuff in his mouth and he'll be your best friend," she said with a smile. Seeing her boyfriend holding one of her children filled Darcy with more emotion than she was willing to handle in front of Clark, though, and so with a kiss to both Ethan and Clark's foreheads, she bent to scoop Sammy out of his car seat and took her leave.

She'd laid the sleeping baby easily down on Clark's bed, rifling through the diaper bag to find a warmer onesie to put him to bed in, keeping an open ear in case Clark panicked, or Ethan started to cry again. It didn't take long, however, for her to change Sammy into something new and lay him carefully into the crib that Clark had been so kind as to build for her; for them. Then, she sneaked out of the room quietly when she was satisfied that Sammy was going to stay asleep and she crossed the apartment, hanging back just a bit to watch Clark with something akin to adoration on her face.

Finally, Darcy made her way around the couch again. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked with a smirk. "You're totally a natural," she teased. "Babies look good on you," she added, unable to keep a straight face, allowing herself a ghost of a giggle lest Clark think she was being suggestive of something she had no intention of putting on his shoulders.

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[info]whenyouseered
2011-11-20 12:25 am UTC (link)
The second she walked off, Clark stupidly sat upright. His muscles tensed, his throat suddenly felt like it was closing in on itself, and Clark immediately loosened up his grip on poor Ethan as best as he could without dropping him. One wrong move was all that it would take. If Clark so much as breathed the wrong way...

He had tried to pay attention when Darcy stopped to explain how he was supposed to hold Ethan. He had let her shift his arms around, he had put on a pointedly attentive face, but - in spite of his efforts at attempting to understand what he was supposed to do - Clark had failed to fully take in what Darcy had said. In spite of his attentive demeanor, underneath that mask of his Clark had been caught up in such emotional turmoil that he honestly found he couldn't remember much of anything that Darcy had told him to do. What if he was holding Ethan the wrong way now? What was he supposed to do if he started crying? Was he insane? Why had he agreed to hold him? How was this even helping if he was putting Darcy's son at risk?

Clark opted to do the simple thing: avoid movement. The less he moved, the less likely he'd be to do something wrong. Arms stiffly in place, Clark peered down at Ethan with uncertain blue eyes, watching as the boy tangled his tiny fingers around one of Clark's own.

"So, uh, between you and me?" Clark started quietly, peering back uncertainly to make sure that Darcy was nowhere to be seen. When he found that she was still busy with Sammy, Clark re-focused his attention on Ethan, who looked up at him curiously at the sound of his voice. "I have no idea what I'm doing. I mean -" Clark shrugged awkwardly, movement minimized greatly for Ethan's sake. "- I just...you're so little." And fragile. Very, very fragile. "I'm not used to hanging around little guys like you," Clark admitted, putting on a sort of uncertain, yet sheepish sort of look. "So, in fairness to you, I'm putting all this out on the table, front and center, right now. Don't take it personally if I bumble around in the future when your mommy asks me to help you and your brother out, all right? I'm just a silly alien who doesn't know what he's doing. Promise not to hold it against me?"

If Ethan found that agreeable, Clark couldn't tell. The kid was more focused on keeping a grip on his finger, which seemed to be the more fascinating aspect of his new holder at the moment. Clark smiled lightly at that, decidedly going back to sitting awkwardly while praying that Darcy would make a quick return soon.

She did. But not to him. Even though only minutes had passed, it felt like it had been near an hour when Darcy finally walked back into the room. She called him a natural and Clark couldn't help but raise a semi skeptical eyebrow. "I don't know about that," he replied, shaking his head, "I feel like I'm probably...doing something wrong. Do you want him back...?"

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[info]total_milf
2011-11-20 09:07 pm UTC (link)
Darcy's smile softened as she looked back at Clark with his skeptical expression. "You just need to relax. I know they're tiny, sweetie," she replied, sitting beside him on the couch. "And I get the whole super strength thing, I really do. You'll get used to it...if you want to," she added breezily, in hopes that she wasn't coming off as manipulative. If there was one person in the world that she did not want to manipulate, even unintentionally, it was Clark. "But," she added with a kiss to his cheek, "you're not doing it wrong, for what it's worth, and he looks pretty happy to me."

Clark asked if she wanted him back and if she was honest, no, she really didn't. It was sort of nice to have a small break, but she could see in Clark's posture that he was uncomfortable, so putting forth a great effort not to sigh, Darcy nodded. "That's fine, thanks baby," she replied, taking Ethan back from her boyfriend, letting him off the hook. At that, Darcy got to her feet and repositioned Ethan so that he was facing her and his head was resting against her chest as she started to rock back and forth slowly.

"Dinner smells amazing," she whispered to Clark, her expression one of sincere gratitude. "Just as soon as he passes out, I'll put him down and we can eat; I'm so hungry, I cannot wait," she added.

Darcy thought maybe Ethan had cried himself to exhaustion because even though he was quiet after being with Clark, he fell asleep only a minute or two later and Darcy gave Clark a tired smile and mouthed, "thank you again," to him before heading off to his bedroom so that she could lay Ethan down with his brother.

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