by Starsky Hutch 76
At 344 Clinton Street in Metropolis, the doorbell of apartment 3-D rang, and a weary Clark Kent answered it. As he opened the door, he saw that it was Kristin Wells.
“Hi, Clark,” she said. “I came to see how Jasma was doing.”
He held his finger up to his lips and said, “Shhh. She’s sleeping.”
He led her through the apartment and pointed to an open foldaway bed where the girl slept. “I suppose if I want my study back, I’ll need to get a bigger place.”
“She looks so peaceful,” Kristin said. “You’d never guess what she’s been through.”
“Children are like that,” Clark said. “They bounce back.”
“How are you doing?” she asked.
“To tell you the truth, I’m pretty scared,” he said. “What do I know about being a parent? I’ve walked away from every opportunity I’ve had to be a father in the past, since my life’s work always took precedence. Am I up to this?”
“I know you are,” Kristin said, hugging him. “You’re a wonderful, giving man.”
As Kristin pulled back, their eyes met, and there was a sudden spark. They both leaned in closer and met in a kiss that quickly grew more passionate. Kristin rested her head on his shoulder, running her fingers through his hair, and said, “That was nice.”
As he held her, he had to agree. He stared at the sleeping form of Jasma and pondered how much a life could change in such a short amount of time.