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Cher Enfant: The Series of Lauren Kent Story 1: Peek-a-boo, Where Are You?


This was the first and only fanfic of my friend the late Celine LeCoeur. Sadly she didn't get to finish the series because she died from Pulmonary Fibrosis on August 7, 2000. This fanfic was inspired by Superman and Celine's young daughter Lauren who is the title character's namesake.She will be missed by everyone around her.

Cher Enfant: The Series of Lauren Kent
                                    Story 1: Peek-a-boo, Where Are You?
                                    By Celine LC <madamedion@iquebec.com>
                                    Rated G
                                    Submitted March 2000
                                    
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                                    Author's notes and thoughts and everything else:
                                    
                                    	This is my first attempt at fanfic. Actually it wasn't until 
                                    a few weeks ago that I even knew what fanfic was. Sad, but true! My 
                                    idea for this story was to focus on Lois and Clark. And, well, I did. 
                                    That was nearly all I focused on (but I have always liked to focus on 
                                    them rather than the bad guys!). I hope you find the plot somewhat 
                                    believable, at least more believable than the "Contact" episode or 
                                    the one featuring Katie Banks. My other idea for writing was to 
                                    continue with a series of stories about a new baby of theirs. But 
                                    first, please tell me about what you think of this first story.
                                    
                                    List of Characters: (all are WB's, not mine, except Lauren; she's my 
                                    creation. Oh, and a few others also)
                                    
                                    --Lois Lane                             --Hospital Receptionist
                                    --Clark Kent                            --school secretary
                                    --Mrs. Alexander                        --Rob Wells
                                    --Mrs. Wilks                            --Three other schoolboys
                                    --Dr. Lehman                            --Morgan
                                    --Sergeant O'Malley                     --The "Crooks"(yet to be discovered!)
                                    --Lauren Kent
                                    
                                    Cher Enfant: The Series of Lauren Kent
                                    Story 1: Peek-a-boo, Where are you?
                                    By: Céline LC
                                    Written: From 16 October, 1999 to 3 November, 1999
                                    
                                    Dédicacé  ma petite chere, Lauren, qui j'adore beaucoup. Je t'aime 
                                    m'étoile. L.V.
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                                    	"You're doing wonderful, honey."
                                    
                                    	"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10."
                                    
                                    	"Push! You can do this, Lois."
                                    
                                    	"1-2-3-4-5."
                                    
                                    	"Honey, I love you so much. You're doing magnificently. Keep 
                                    going, honey. It'll be over soon."
                                    
                                    	"Shut up, just shut up. I *am* pushing. Can't you see that?!?"
                                    
                                    	"Okay, now relax. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. Oh honey, I can't 
                                    believe it's happening already. You're do--"
                                    
                                    	"SHUT UP!"
                                    
                                    	"Alright, Lois. Push! Breathe baby! You are almost done. Relax, now."
                                    
                                    	"Clark, just shut up. I do not want to hear you right now. 
                                    You are making me very *mad*. Just shut up, *supermouth*!"
                                    
                                    	"Push! Good, Lois."
                                    
                                    	"We're seeing the head. You are doing perfectly, Lois. Relax now."
                                    
                                    	"Oh Lord, will this ever be done? I don't know if I can push 
                                    any longer. God! Will this end?"
                                    
                                    	"Push. One more time and the head will be out," the doctor said.
                                    
                                    	"Did you hear that, Hon?"
                                    
                                    	"Aaaghhh! Yes, Clark, I heard it. I am so happy -- shut up!"
                                    
                                    	"We've got the head out. One MORE big push and the shoulders 
                                    will be out and the rest is a piece of cake."
                                    
                                    	"Aaghh!"
                                    
                                    	"Not yet!"
                                    
                                    	"Hon--"
                                    
                                    	"SHUT UP!"
                                    
                                    	"There we go."
                                    
                                    	A baby's cry filled the room. Lois let her head fall down to 
                                    the pillow with a sigh. Clark took his wife's hand and squeezed it. 
                                    His smile stretched from ear to ear. Lois again lifted her head to 
                                    look at the doctor.
                                    
                                    "It's a little girl," said the doctor. He had wrapped the uncleaned 
                                    baby in a pink receiving blanket and handed the miniature bundle to 
                                    Lois. She awkwardly cradled the crying baby. Clark bent over and 
                                    touched the protruding hand of his newborn. Lois stared down at the 
                                    bundle in her arms. She smiled and felt a tear form in the corner of 
                                    her eye. Slowly, the baby ceased its constant scream. Its little fist 
                                    rested on Lois' chest. Clark placed a kiss on Lois' cheek. She felt 
                                    sweaty and warm.
                                    
                                    	"Hey, Lois. This is our little girl. She is so beautiful." 
                                    Clark looked back down at his precious newborn. "Hi, sweetheart. I'm 
                                    your daddy. And the beautiful woman holding you right now is your 
                                    mommy." He talked softly to the little child.
                                    
                                    	Lois smiled. She laid her head on the plush pillow which 
                                    rested behind her. She closed her eyes in the most complete 
                                    relaxation she had experienced in at least 36 hours, when she had 
                                    first began having her contractions. As soon as she did, the door 
                                    opened and a nurse came bustling in.
                                    
                                    	"Hi, my name is Nurse Alexander. You can call me, well, Nurse 
                                    Alexander," she said with a slightly smug voice. "Time to take the 
                                    baby."
                                    
                                    	She snatched the baby up, with little care, turned around and 
                                    walked quickly out of the room. Clark stood up and looked slightly 
                                    aggravated. Lois' expression was nearly blank. Clark shook his head 
                                    and looked down at Lois, who was looking at him with a small grin.
                                    
                                    	"Honey, she needed to be washed and dressed. They also need 
                                    to check her health," Lois said, reassuring Clark that everything was 
                                    fine. "They need to make sure everything is working right and 
                                    developed completely. A lot of parents don't even get to hold their 
                                    baby right after it is born. They usually get to see it *after* 
                                    everything is checked out."
                                    
                                    	Clark nodded and sat down on the bed next to Lois. She placed 
                                    a hand on his thigh and he touched her now flat stomach. Lois yawned, 
                                    causing Clark to yawn also. She smiled and placed her other hand on 
                                    top of the hand resting on her abdomen.
                                    
                                    	"We still need to find the perfect name for her," said Lois. 
                                    "I don't know that we have *the* name for her yet."
                                    
                                    	"Yeah. Good time to think of one, too," said Clark. "She's so 
                                    beautiful. What are we going to call this precious little girl?"
                                    
                                    	"First of all, is she going to have your last name or mine?" 
                                    asked Lois.
                                    
                                    	"I was hoping she would take mine, Lois," said Clark. "This 
                                    is something I really looked forward to when we learned you were 
                                    pregnant. To be able to say 'this is my daughter, 'So-an-so Kent'." 
                                    Clark took Lois' hand in his and tenderly kissed it. "That is, of 
                                    course, if you don't have the desire to have her take your last name."
                                    
                                    	"Honey," explained Lois, "I didn't take your last name 
                                    because I felt attached to my own. I lived with it and worked with 
                                    it. I got hooked on it. Then I got hooked on you but I didn't want to 
                                    change this part of my life. Everything in my life was changing when 
                                    I got engaged to you. I wanted one thing in my life to remain the 
                                    same. I wasn't sure if I could handle a complete 'make-over' in my 
                                    life; so I kept my last name for a sense of *myself*. Do you 
                                    understand that?"
                                    
                                    	Clark nodded. Lois continued, "But that doesn't mean I'm 
                                    *not* a Kent. I am. You are my husband. I'd be honoured to have *our* 
                                    little girl have your last name. It's not a problem."
                                    
                                    	Clark looked at Lois and leaned over to place a kiss on her 
                                    lips. Desiring a short peck, he got more than he asked for as the 
                                    kiss lingered for a few seconds. He situated himself so his head was 
                                    near Lois' ear. He whispered a sweet nothing in her ear that made her 
                                    giggle and kiss his face.
                                    
                                    	"Back to the name-making process," Lois said.
                                    
                                    	"I like another process so much better," Clark replied teasingly.
                                    
                                    	"Let's just focus on *this* baby first, okay," said Lois, 
                                    with a roll of her eyes. "Is there any name you really like?"
                                    
                                    	"I like the name Lois," Clark said with a laugh.
                                    
                                    	"Come on, Clark," Lois responded, with a serious expression 
                                    on her face.
                                    
                                    	"Okay, okay, okay, okay. I would like it to start with an L, 
                                    in honour of her most beautiful mother."
                                    
                                    	"Alright. I won't complain," Lois said. "Any suggestions?"
                                    
                                    	"Lisa, Lori, Lana, Laura, Lynn, Lois, Leslie, Linda, Lara, 
                                    Loretta, Lauren, Lynette, *Lex*ie." Clark listed off a few names.
                                    
                                    	"Lexie? That is not even *funny*!" said Lois. "I did hear the 
                                    name Lauren. Do you like that?"
                                    
                                    	"Lauren Kent." Clark said the name and repeated it numerous 
                                    times. "I do. How about you? Lauren Kent."
                                    
                                    	"Yes, actually I like it a lot." Said Lois, speaking slowly.
                                    
                                    	"Okay then. 'Lauren' it is! Do you want a middle name?" asked Clark.
                                    
                                    	"It's not necessary, but if you would like it. I don't have 
                                    one," Lois said.
                                    
                                    	"We can make one up later," said Clark. "We don't need one now."
                                    
                                    	Lois didn't respond. She had closed her eyes and was trying 
                                    to sleep. Clark bent over and placed a wet kiss on her lips and held 
                                    his lips to hers. She opened her eyes and pulled his head away from 
                                    hers.
                                    
                                    	"You make it very difficult to sleep," Lois said. "Do you know that?"
                                    
                                    	Without answering, he took her head in his hands and brought 
                                    her lips to his. He kissed his wife and held her face against his. 
                                    Lois wrapped her arms around his waist and caressed his back with 
                                    firm, vertical movements. Clark worked his way to the crevice of her 
                                    neck, tenderly kissing every square inch of her delicate skin. Lois 
                                    closed her eyes again and took in the relaxing sensation of Clark's 
                                    passionate touches. Clark continued to nuzzle Lois. She let her body 
                                    become limp, her head stretched back, exposing a large portion of her 
                                    tender skin for Clark to nuzzle as he held her tightly around her 
                                    waist. He halted his kisses at her neck to look at his precious 
                                    lover. He laid her down gently on the bed. Her eyes were closed and 
                                    her body remained loose. Clark placed one more kiss to her forehead. 
                                    Lois had fallen asleep.
                                    
                                    	Clark got up from the bed and quietly left the room. He 
                                    headed toward the nursery to see Lauren. He saw twenty or more cribs 
                                    filled with sleeping or crying babies. He read the cards on each crib 
                                    looking for the one that read 'Lane, Lois'. He scanned through each 
                                    row, but when he reached the last crib he was disturbed at not seeing 
                                    the crib holding Lauren. He remained in deep thought until he was 
                                    interrupted by his name being called. He turned around to see who had 
                                    called for him. He was glad to see Lois' doctor, Dr. Lehman, walking 
                                    toward him.
                                    
                                    	"Hello, Mr. Kent!" Dr. Lehman said, "Congratulations on the 
                                    birth of your baby girl. She is beautiful and healthy, as is your 
                                    wife."
                                    
                                    	"Do you know where she is?" asked Clark, sounding a bit 
                                    nervous. "I was expecting to see her here."
                                    
                                    	"Is she not in the nursery?" inquired Dr. Lehman. "She should 
                                    be in here, if not with your wife in the room. But there is a good 
                                    chance she still is in the lab getting everything fine-tuned and in 
                                    order."
                                    
                                    	Clark furrowed his eyebrows and nodded his head. "I'll see if 
                                    she is in Lois' room. Thank you, doctor." With that he headed back to 
                                    Lois' room. On the way there he spotted a few kids with a video 
                                    camera. He smiled at them and stopped to talk.
                                    
                                    	"What are you guys up to?" he inquired.
                                    
                                    	One of the boys looked up. His eyes went wide. "You're Clark Kent!"
                                    
                                    	"I am?" Clark teased. "And who are you?"
                                    
                                    	"Rob Wells," said the boy, sounding proud. "And these are my 
                                    friends, Laurent DesLauriers, Patric LeDemain, and Marcel DeMai."
                                    
                                    	"Wow. Nice to meet you," said Clark, shaking each young man's 
                                    hand. "Are you working on a school project?"
                                    
                                    	"Yeah. For our Advantage Class. We are supposed to take a 
                                    video camera to important places in the city. I suppose the hospital 
                                    would be important enough. We went to the Daily Planet, to tape that, 
                                    but you and Lois weren't there. This was our second choice," Rob 
                                    explained with a big grin on his face. "You know, Mr. Kent, you are 
                                    my hero. When I grow up, I want to be just like you!"
                                    
                                    	Clark smiled and patted Rob's back. "Are you getting any good shots?"
                                    
                                    	"So far. We've caught every person and thing brought through 
                                    these halls for the past two hours. Pretty exciting things!" Rob said 
                                    in an animated voice.
                                    
                                    	"One bed had some lady with blood all over. We may not get to 
                                    use that," added Marcel. "Too bad."
                                    
                                    	Clark shook his head at the grotesque comment just made. He 
                                    began to walk away and said, "Well, good luck. Hope you get a good 
                                    grade."
                                    
                                    	The boys issued their thanks and went back to their work. 
                                    Clark continued on his way to his wife's room. When he reached the 
                                    room, he was surprised to find the door open a crack. He became 
                                    excited at the thought of it being Lauren returning. He rushed in the 
                                    room. At the sight of what was behind the door, Clark stopped in his 
                                    tracks. A woman stood near the bed and her face showed signs of 
                                    worry. This didn't concern Clark nearly as much as the look Lois had 
                                    on her face. Her lips were pursed as if she was going to break down 
                                    and sob at any moment. Her eyes looked near tears but were filled 
                                    with fear and insecurity. Her hands were clenched in tight fists and 
                                    she seemed relieved at the sight of Clark.
                                    
                                    	"Honey?" Lois said with a questioning tone. "Was Lauren in 
                                    the nursery already?"
                                    
                                    	"No, she wasn't," Clark answered slowly. "The doctor said she 
                                    was still with the nurse getting checked out."
                                    
                                    	"*This* is our nurse, Clark," said Lois in a terrified tone. 
                                    "Mrs. Wilks."
                                    
                                    	"*What*!?!" Clark spoke in utter disbelief. He put his hand to his forehead. "*What* are you talking about, Lois? *Our* nurse
                                    already took Lauren. Mrs. Alexander."
                                    
                                    	Lois put her head in her hands and began to cry. Clark, still 
                                    contemplating the situation, sat down on a chair. Mrs. Wilks 
                                    continued to stand there transferring her stare from Lois to Clark, 
                                    then left. After five minutes of complete silence, Clark stood up and 
                                    went over to Lois. He placed a hand on the back of her bowed head and 
                                    nestled his nose into her damp hair. She was still crying and her 
                                    face remained buried in her arms. Clark lifted her head to look into 
                                    her eyes. He caressed his love's cheek in lingering, gentle strokes.
                                    
                                    	"Lois," Clark spoke in a cautious manner to his now fragile 
                                    wife. "She will turn up somewhere, I promise. The other nurse 
                                    probably got her schedule mixed up. Instead of picking up Toni Duda's 
                                    baby, she picked up ours. Okay. Just keep positive. And I'm going to 
                                    have *you know who* check out the building, alright? Any sign of our 
                                    little girl and she'll be in his care immediately. No questions 
                                    asked."
                                    
                                    	"How will he find *our* baby?" questioned Lois.
                                    
                                    	"He's memorized her precious cry already. He heard it and 
                                    instantly told himself that nothing ever would touch her in a harmful 
                                    way." Clark looked at Lois and gave her a reassuring glance that he'd 
                                    make sure everything would be fine. She looked down and said nothing 
                                    to him. Clark gave her one last kiss and loosened his tie. He turned 
                                    around and left the room.
                                    
                                    He headed to the elevators, super-hearing the whole way for the cry 
                                    of his little one. He pressed the down-button and waited rather 
                                    impatiently for the doors to open. It seemed like an eternity passed 
                                    before the doors finally opened. He quickly got in and pressed the 
                                    button that would bring him to ground level. Another eternity seemed 
                                    to pass before the doors opened again. When they did, he wasted no 
                                    time before he was walking out the door and to the alley where he was 
                                    safe to change identities. In a flash, he was flying around the 
                                    building as the muscular superhero. He flew around the building, 
                                    every floor listening carefully for the cry he most desperately hoped 
                                    to hear. After multiple rounds, he flew in the door and stopped his 
                                    flight at the front desk in the lobby. The receptionist gave him her 
                                    attention quickly.
                                    
                                    	"I need to scan this building," Superman said with as brave a 
                                    face as he could don at the moment. A child would have seen his fear 
                                    under his mask of gallantry and heroism. Concealed by his image as a 
                                    courageous superhero was the complete horror and panic that his 
                                    daughter *might* not be as safe as he had made it seem to Lois.
                                    
                                    	"Yessir. Go on ahead," said the receptionist. Immediately, 
                                    Superman was making his way through the halls at a quick pace, 
                                    looking into rooms and listening for any noise that would bring him 
                                    to his child. Within twenty minutes, he had the whole building 
                                    finished and everyone there on the look out for anything suspicious. 
                                    He flew back into the lobby. He sat down on a chair in the waiting 
                                    area, covered his legs in his cape, and put his head in his hands. He 
                                    was not going to let anyone see his emotion, so he got up and flew 
                                    out the door and high above the city streets.
                                    
                                    He used his super-sight to scan over the surrounding area for 
                                    anything that might tell him who took the baby. As he got farther 
                                    away from the hospital, his hopes began to get further away from him. 
                                    Stopping tears was now out of the question and trying to hide them 
                                    seemed like a waste of time. He allowed his tears to fall freely. The 
                                    day that was meant to hold joy and pure happiness was torn from Lois 
                                    and him.
                                    
                                    He flew to an isolated little hill and cried for all it was worth. 
                                    What could he do? This baby was so little and the world so big. Even 
                                    he couldn't make it right. On top of that, the child was so helpless 
                                    in this brand new world. What could she do to protect herself? The 
                                    answer to that question hit him hard. Nothing, the baby could do 
                                    absolutely nothing. She was completely defenseless to the world's 
                                    dangers. This made him cry even more. The questions that ate at him 
                                    multiplied with every second he sat there.
                                    
                                    After he was all cried out, he put on his 
                                    I-am-going-to-damage-the-fool-who-tried-to-harm-my-love look and 
                                    remembered back to when Tempus had run for president. (John Doe is a 
                                    darn nice guy). He had used inventions from the future to make people 
                                    do things without knowing it. One of his stunts made Lois drive off a 
                                    cliff. After that, Superman went to Tempus and showed his pure anger. 
                                    (You stay away from her, or I promise you will see my ethics 
                                    *dis*appear). He now said the same about Lauren; he decided he'd do 
                                    anything to insure Lauren's safety. If anything happened to her, he'd 
                                    never forgive himself. After contemplating his next move and what he 
                                    was going to tell Lois, he flew back to the hospital.
                                    
                                    He got to the hospital in a matter of seconds due to his faster speed 
                                    in flying and his new sense of bravery and hope.  He changed his 
                                    identity in the adjacent alley and walked into the hospital as the 
                                    reporter who had left prior to his "treasure hunt". He took the 
                                    elevator to the maternity floor where he got off and headed for Lois' 
                                    room.
                                    
                                    "Honey." Clark spoke softly just in case his darling was sleeping. She wasn't.
                                    
                                    "What did you find out?" Lois asked apprehensively.
                                    
                                    "You need to stay calm, Lois." Clark tried to explain to her as 
                                    carefully as he could. "I couldn't find her anywhere near the 
                                    hospital or in the hospital. I flew around numerous times. Didn't 
                                    turn up anything suspicious. I'm going to get the police here. We'll 
                                    get this figured out in no time. Okay?"
                                    
                                    "Oh, Clark, this is so awful," said Lois. "We were supposed to 
                                    protect this child when she was born. I was supposed to nurse her. 
                                    This wasn't supposed to happen. Today was going to be one of the most 
                                    precious and exciting days of our life. It wasn't supposed to get 
                                    wrecked by one of our usual happenings. Of any day in the world, this 
                                    is the one I did not want ruined, Clark. And it was, it was 
                                    completely ruined for us. I hate this so much. I can't believe it is 
                                    even happening to us. Why does everything special in my life get 
                                    messed up in one way or another? Every special event in my life has 
                                    been screwed up by some ignorant and evil person. What--"
                                    
                                    	"Lois, please," pleaded Clark. "I know this is hard. It is 
                                    tearing me apart too. I just cried for ten minutes, not understanding 
                                    why this is happening. But that has never got me anywhere and will 
                                    never get me anywhere. Action gets results. We can cry later. Right 
                                    now, we need to fight to get her back. And soon."
                                    
                                    	Lois just nodded and laid her head on Clark's shoulder. She 
                                    began to cry. Clark, despite his previous comment, allowed her to do 
                                    this for a few minutes. Lois quickly regained her composure and wiped 
                                    the tears from her eyes. She nodded to Clark, telling him she was 
                                    ready to get down to business. Clark picked up the phone and dialed 
                                    the local police investigator.
                                    
                                    	Lois looked out the window. She wondered where her newborn 
                                    was. She hadn't realized just how much she wanted a child. When she 
                                    learned she was pregnant, she hadn't gotten all that excited. She had 
                                    thought is was going to be just another thing to worry about on top 
                                    of everything else she stressed over. Now, after she'd given birth 
                                    and had the chance to see her newest priority, she had fallen in love 
                                    with her immediately; she had bonded with her. Now that she was torn 
                                    from her, stolen from her possession, her heart ached. She 
                                    desperately wanted that little girl back and promised as soon as she 
                                    was returned to her, she'd not let her out of her reach again. She 
                                    returned to reality when she heard Clark say his good-byes to the 
                                    police investigator.
                                    
                                    	"He's getting right on it. I told him everything we know. 
                                    Honestly, it wasn't a lot, just a bite into the novel." Clark talked 
                                    to Lois so delicately.
                                    
                                    	She nodded and smiled as much as she could. She returned her 
                                    gaze to her fidgeting fingers. A last tear fell from her eye.
                                    
                                    	Clark sat down and closed his eyes and slept. He was 
                                    awakened, not ten minutes later, by a visitor in the room. It was the 
                                    police investigator. Clark stood up and shook the man's hand and 
                                    greeted him with as much enthusiasm as his soul would allow.
                                    
                                    	"Hello, Mr. Kent," said the investigator, in a kind voice. 
                                    "My name is Sergeant O'Malley. I got here as quickly as I could. 
                                    These cases aren't to be taken lightly."
                                    
                                    	"Thank you, Sergeant," Clark said.
                                    
                                    	"I have a few officers questioning possible witnesses around 
                                    the hospital, and a few down at the station making calls to potential 
                                    onlookers, like taxi drivers, hotel concierges, and any other people 
                                    who could have come into contact with the kidnappers. I can't promise 
                                    you a *quick* recovery of your child, but a recovery, of course. If 
                                    you had waited any longer, you might not have been so lucky. 
                                    Alright?" Sergeant O'Malley spoke in a monotonous tone.
                                    
                                    	"Thank you, sir," said Lois in a serene and soft voice.  She 
                                    looked at Clark to find his reaction to the Officer's news. She was 
                                    upset to see discord and panic in his eyes and his jaw was shaking in 
                                    pure horror. O'Malley read the body language, bid his adieus, and 
                                    left the room.
                                    
                                    As soon as the door was latched, Clark let his tears fall freely. 
                                    Lois got out of bed slowly and walked sorely to Clark. She sat down 
                                    on the chair next to him and pulled him down to her lap, where he 
                                    buried his face into her shoulder and wept. Lois wrapped her arms 
                                    around his body and held him. She thought about how many times she 
                                    had cried on Clark's shoulder. She felt it was time she be his 
                                    shoulder and support in his time of need. She expected to cry, but 
                                    tears did not come. She needed to be strong. Although this man was 
                                    the man of steel, he still needed to be supported. He had his 
                                    difficulties and things he couldn't handle himself. That was what 
                                    Lois could do. Just be there for him. How could she expect him to 
                                    stomach all his feelings? In his chest a human heart beat. A heart 
                                    like everyone else had. It felt hurt and pain too.
                                    
                                    She kissed Clark's head and rubbed her nose in his fine hair. She 
                                    could feel his irregular breaths and his chest heaved in a different 
                                    way as he sobbed nearly uncontrollably. She consoled his heart by 
                                    speaking to him soothingly. She caressed her husband's back and 
                                    continued kissing his head. Clark continued his cry for 5 minutes and 
                                    stopped. He remained in his position against his wife's chest, 
                                    feeling her heartbeat and steady breathing. This, he found great 
                                    comfort in. Lois placed one last kiss on his head and brought his 
                                    gaze to her eyes. She smiled and without saying a word, told Clark 
                                    that she believed everything would turn out okay. He smiled and got 
                                    up from Lois' lap. He took off his suit coat and rolled up his 
                                    sleeves.  Lois perceived his action as his way of saying he was ready 
                                    to get to business. It made her smile inside. Quickly, she repressed 
                                    the smile, telling herself that this was no time to be happy. This 
                                    thought put a stern look on her face. She followed Clark downstairs. 
                                    As they went they talked about what they planned on doing.
                                    
                                    	"Let's go to the front desk and see if they had any 
                                    suspicious visitors or a guest list type of thing," said Clark. "They 
                                    may keep a list of all the visitors who come by the hospital."
                                    
                                    	"And we might recognize a name on the list as someone who has 
                                    hateful feelings towards us or might have a cause or reason for 
                                    devising this type of plan," Lois continued Clark's thought.
                                    
                                    	"Right," Clark said, enthused.  Ding! The door to the 
                                    elevator opened up to the main floor. The team went straight to the 
                                    front desk. The receptionist was on the telephone. She held up a 
                                    finger telling them to wait a minute. They talked useless chatter as 
                                    they waited. A minute later, the receptionist hung up the phone.
                                    
                                    	"Can I help you?" she asked politely. "Ms Lane, you're a 
                                    patient here, am I right?"
                                    
                                    	"Yes, Ma'am," answered Lois. "We wanted to know if you keep a 
                                    daily list of the names of visitors to the hospital."
                                    
                                    	"I'm sorry, Ms. Lane," said the receptionist, sounding truly 
                                    apologetic. "I'm afraid we don't."
                                    
                                    	Lois and Clark looked at each other, both slightly discouraged.
                                    
                                    	"I don't want to be intrusive, but does this have anything to 
                                    do with Superman being here or the State Police?" inquired the 
                                    receptionist.
                                    
                                    	"Yes, Ma'am," said Clark. "Thank you for your time."
                                    
                                    	The two smiled at the woman and left the table, heading back 
                                    to the room. Again, they held their planning session as they walked.
                                    
                                    	"Let's get you dressed and we'll see if we can find Sergeant 
                                    O'Malley." Clark was onto his next idea. "We'll see if he turned 
                                    anything up."
                                    
                                    	"Hopefully he did," Lois said in a monotone.
                                    
                                    	The elevator seemed to be taking a long time and felt rougher 
                                    than normal. It suffered a few harsh jerks, the lights went off, and 
                                    it stopped between two floors. Clark frantically searched for the 
                                    emergency button, but soon found out that it wouldn't be much help 
                                    since every alarm in the building was going off already. He then 
                                    fumbled around in the dark for the phone. He found it, but knocked it 
                                    off the jack. He found the hand piece and held it to his ear. He 
                                    found no dial tone. He cursed under his breath. Lois placed her hand 
                                    on his shoulder and quieted him.
                                    
                                    	"I can't believe this is happening." Clark seemed 
                                    uncharacteristically agitated and angry.
                                    
                                    	"Just relax, honey," Lois said. "Everything is going to be 
                                    fine. This gives us time to stop and think about what's going on. I 
                                    think we need to clear our minds and really focus on what could have 
                                    happened. We haven't ever *not* figured out a case we were assigned, 
                                    or not assigned in our case, when we were together. But one of the 
                                    conditions we had was practical thinking and pure concentration on 
                                    the subject. Right?"
                                    
                                    	Clark nodded. Lois continued, "I think if we can free some 
                                    space in our minds for this problem, we could figure out the answer 
                                    quickly. First, we need to find a way to clear our brains. I think 
                                    this room has set the perfect atmosphere for a fun necking session."
                                    
                                    	"Honey," said Clark. "Let's be serious."
                                    
                                    	"What makes you think I'm not being serious?" Lois asked, 
                                    actually sounding serious.
                                    
                                    	"How can you think of something like that at a time like 
                                    this?" Clark began to sound angry.
                                    
                                    	"What *else* am I supposed to be thinking about Clark?" Lois 
                                    raised her voice. "We are stuck in an elevator. There is *no* way out 
                                    right now. You're right, Clark. All I should worry about is our 
                                    little Lauren out there somewhere without us and probably in 
                                    prominent danger, but would that do me *any* ounce of good right now? 
                                    No, it wouldn't because there is *nothing*, absolutely nothing I can 
                                    do right now. We are stuck. This elevator is not going to move any 
                                    time soon. The electricity is out, the phones are out and we are 
                                    stuck between two floors in the hospital. All thinking about it would 
                                    do for me is freak me out more than I already am. Am I worried? Yes, 
                                    Clark. I am so worried my heart is beating twelve miles a minute and 
                                    has been since Mrs. Wilks came into the room. But I can't bear the 
                                    constant fear of it. I need to stop a while, relax and get my mind 
                                    thinking straight. Otherwise, I won't be an ounce of good. If *you* 
                                    can't settle down and stop acting so capricious about this, neither 
                                    will you. I know it is tearing you apart but you need to pull 
                                    yourself back together. And hold yourself together. You hear me?"
                                    
                                    	"I'm sorry, honey. I don't mean to be acting this way but I 
                                    am just so scared right now." Clark's voice was shaky. "I've never 
                                    been so scared in my life."
                                    
                                    	"I know, my love. I know you're scared." Lois spoke in a 
                                    softer tone. "I am too. I've been scared so much in my life, but 
                                    never this much. The only way I get through it is by keeping myself 
                                    together. And a way I feel better, always, is in the arms of the man 
                                    I love. All I meant by wanting to make love with you right here -- it 
                                    *was* a joke, but I wanted to be held. It makes me feel safe and 
                                    secure. That was all. My mind is on Lauren. I am dying inside, as are 
                                    you, but I wanted to take my mind off it for two or three seconds to 
                                    get my head straight. Do you understand?"
                                    
                                    	Clark nodded and as soon as he did, Lois threw her arms 
                                    around him and pushed her lips to his and deeply, deeply kissed him. 
                                    They sat down slowly on the floor, laid their shoulders against the 
                                    wall of the elevator, and deepened the kiss even more. The kiss 
                                    lasted for an eternity and when it was finished, both closed their 
                                    eyes and laid their head against the wall. They each took a deep 
                                    breath and when they caught it, they began the next round of fondling 
                                    and embracing each other. When their breath ran out, they'd break and 
                                    catch it as the other loved on the cheek or neck, and then they would 
                                    jump right back into their love making. Both were surprised when the 
                                    lights turned on and the elevator began to move -- both were glad the 
                                    lights turned on before they moved! Within seconds, the doors opened 
                                    and the lovers were able to leave their temporary prison.
                                    
                                    	The halls of the hospital were full of havoc and dismay. The 
                                    nurses, doctors and a few patients were out congesting the hallways. 
                                    Mothers went to the nursery to check on the well-being of their 
                                    newborns and older people were shaking on the verge of a 
                                    heart-attack. Lois and Clark grasped each other's hands and made 
                                    their way through all the masses of people in the halls.
                                    
                                    	"Caused quite a stir throughout the whole building," Lois 
                                    said as she gazed around the halls, looking at people's expressions. 
                                    "I hope nothing serious happened. Someone could have died in that 
                                    'blackout'."
                                    
                                    	"We were in the elevator for over an hour," Clark pointed out.
                                    
                                    	"Didn't seem like it," Lois said to Clark, smiling. In the 
                                    hall ahead, they saw Sergeant O'Malley. They called for him and he 
                                    turned around.
                                    
                                    	"Hi, you two. Where did you disappear to?" asked O'Malley.
                                    
                                    	Lois and Clark looked at each other and just smiled.
                                    
                                    	"Never mind. I don't think I really want to know," O'Malley 
                                    said. "We're really in a jam. We don't have a lot of information to 
                                    work with and that makes it hard for us to do anything that will get 
                                    us anywhere. It's like trying to find the real Elvis in a group of 
                                    Elvis impersonators, or a needle in a haystack -- in an expression 
                                    you'd understand."
                                    
                                    	"Keep on trying, okay?" said Lois, trying to sound fine with 
                                    the news. Devastation was already hitting her hard. "We'll give you 
                                    everything we turn up."
                                    
                                    	"Thank you. I'll be working as fast as I can." O'Malley 
                                    looked sincere. "I just wanted you to know that I have my heart in 
                                    this. I love kids and know what they mean to the parents. I have two 
                                    beautiful little newborns. They mean the world to me. So I have a 
                                    little added incentive, along with the other men and women working on 
                                    this case."
                                    
                                    	"Thank you, sir," said Clark. "We appreciate that a lot."
                                    
                                    	The officer left the room. Lois and Clark looked at each 
                                    other, shrugged their shoulders and sat down. They sat thinking for a 
                                    few minutes.
                                    
                                    	"Wait a second!" Clark's voice boomed, thus ending the 
                                    silence. Lois looked at him, startled.
                                    
                                    	"When I went downstairs to see if I could see Lauren in the 
                                    nursery, there were a few kids video taping the halls. They were 
                                    right down the main hall on this floor," Clark explained.
                                    
                                    	"Maybe they -- Oh Clark!" Lois threw her arms around Clark.
                                    
                                    	"They said they got everybody who passed by on video for half 
                                    the day." Clark sounded ecstatically happy.
                                    
                                    	"Do you remember the kids' names?" asked Lois.
                                    
                                    	"Uhhh! Rob Wells," said Clark.
                                    
                                    	"Let's see if we can find this guy." Lois threw on a pair of 
                                    jeans and a tee shirt that lay on the floor of her room, grabbed her 
                                    jacket and headed out of the room. Clark followed right behind her. 
                                    The two went once again down the elevator and to the lobby desk. The 
                                    receptionist looked up and smiled.
                                    
                                    	"Hi, again. Can I help you?"
                                    
                                    	"Do you know which school had children here taking videos of 
                                    the hall?" asked Lois.
                                    
                                    	"I think, but I'm not sure, that it was a local school. 
                                    Greenwood Middle School," the receptionist said.
                                    
                                    	"Thank you very much," Clark said. He smiled, turned around 
                                    and headed out the door. Lois smiled and followed him.
                                    
                                    	"Let's go check out this school and see what comes of it," 
                                    Clark said. They got in the car and started out. Lois took Clark's 
                                    free hand and squeezed it tight.
                                    
                                    	"Honey, I cannot tell you how excited I am," said Clark. "I 
                                    hope this will give us the answer we need to get our little girl 
                                    back. I can't wait to find these boys."
                                    
                                    	"If ever the video shows the kidnapper, I am not sure I'll be 
                                    able to repay those boys back," said Lois.
                                    
                                    	"Give them an A+ on their project and a graduation from the 
                                    8th grade!" Clark said with a big smile and a laugh.
                                    
                                    	"Right!" said Lois.
                                    
                                    	They pulled the Jeep Grand Cherokee into the Greenwood Middle 
                                    School parking lot. Lois squeezed Clark's hand again. They parked in 
                                    visitors parking and got out. Clark put his arm around Lois' shoulder 
                                    and they walked to the doors. They followed the signs to the front 
                                    office. Clark gallantly opened the door for Lois; she gladly accepted 
                                    his offering and walked in. The office secretary looked up and a 
                                    smile crossed her face.
                                    
                                    	"Lois Lane and Clark Kent," she said. "I love your work. I 
                                    never miss reading your stories. You two are a great team. Oh, and 
                                    you just had a baby. Congratulations!"
                                    
                                    	"Well, thank you," said Lois, sounding reserved.
                                    
                                    	"Can I help you?" the secretary asked.
                                    
                                    	"Yeah. We're investigating a robbery that took place at the 
                                    hospital and we are aware that there were a few of your students 
                                    videotaping there. We'd like to see this tape to find some evidence," 
                                    Clark explained. "We'd like to speak to a young man named Rob Wells."
                                    
                                    	"Yes, sir," the secretary said. "If you don't mind, I'd like 
                                    a teacher with you, for safety measures. Not that I don't trust you, 
                                    but it is policy."
                                    
                                    	"No problem," said Lois.
                                    
                                    	"I'll make a call to his teacher and send you with Morgan, 
                                    here, to find the room. Okay?"
                                    
                                    	"Thank you," said Clark. A redheaded girl came out from the 
                                    copy room and invited Lois and Clark to follow her.
                                    
                                    	"How are you, young lady?" asked Lois.
                                    
                                    	"I'm fine, thank you," answered Morgan.
                                    
                                    	"That's great," said Clark. Silence took over again. They 
                                    made their way down the long hall. The halls were lined with gray 
                                    lockers and there were pep club posters scattered on the walls. 
                                    Finally the girl stopped.
                                    
                                    	"Here is Mrs. Leonard's room, Mr. Kent, Ms. Lane," said Morgan.
                                    
                                    	"Thank you, Morgan," Lois said.
                                    
                                    	They opened the door to a room full of kids working. The 
                                    teacher went right up to them. She was a tall, but very slim woman 
                                    who looked to be in her late thirties or early forties.
                                    
                                    	"I heard you wanted to speak to a student of mine," said Mrs. 
                                    Leonard. "Rob Wells. He's a sweet kid. *Rob*!" The boy got up 
                                    immediately and went over to where the adults were standing.
                                    
                                    	"Hey, Clark!" said Rob excited.
                                    
                                    	"It's Mr. Kent, please, Rob," said Mrs. Leonard.
                                    
                                    	"Hi, Rob," Clark replied. "You probably know my partner in 
                                    crime and wife, Lo--"
                                    
                                    	"Lois Lane, of course," interrupted Rob. "What's up?"
                                    
                                    	"It's, 'How are you?', Rob," corrected Mrs. Leonard.
                                    
                                    	"We're doing just great, Rob," said Clark. "We need your help."
                                    
                                    	"Sure, I'll do anything to help you two," Rob responded 
                                    enthusiastically.
                                    
                                    	"May we talk to him outside the room, ma'am?" Lois asked the teacher.
                                    
                                    	"I'm sorry, Ms. Lane." Mrs. Leonard shook her head, "It's 
                                    against school policy."
                                    
                                    	"Okay," answered Lois.
                                    
                                    	"Rob, we'd like to watch that video you made at the hospital, 
                                    if you have it available," Clark spoke in a firm tone.
                                    
                                    	"Sure. Why?" asked Rob, curiously.
                                    
                                    	"There was a theft and we're investigating the crime," 
                                    answered Lois quickly. Rob's eyes opened wide, his eyebrows went up, 
                                    and his jaw dropped in shock.
                                    
                                    	"Do you mean my tape might be used as evidence?" asked Rob amazed.
                                    
                                    	"If it shows us what we need to see," said Clark. He turned 
                                    his attention to the teacher. "Mrs. Leonard, could we borrow this 
                                    young man's project for a few hours?"
                                    
                                    	"Of course, no problem, Mr. Kent," said Mrs. Leonard, as she 
                                    went to her desk and picked through a pile of VHS tapes. She pulled 
                                    one out of the stack. "Here it is."
                                    
                                    	She handed the video to Clark. "Use it for as long as you'd 
                                    like. I know it was done on time. The boys won't be marked late even 
                                    though it's not on my desk."
                                    
                                    	Clark smiled. "Thank you. And thank you Rob, for letting us 
                                    use your project."
                                    
                                    	Rob shook Clark's hand, smiled, and said farewell to the 
                                    reporting team.
                                    
                                    	Lois and Clark left the room and walked quietly down the 
                                    hall. They spoke not a word. They didn't need to. Their facial 
                                    expressions showed their emotions and all the answers they each 
                                    needed from the other. They walked out to the car. Lois took the 
                                    driver's seat and Clark the passenger's. They sat there idle for a 
                                    few seconds, then Lois held out her hand. Clark gave her a high five. 
                                    Lois rolled her eyes.
                                    
                                    	"What?" asked Clark with a laugh.
                                    
                                    	"The keys would help," said Lois. Clark dug through his 
                                    pockets. When he found them, he handed them to Lois, teasing her 
                                    slightly with them. "Thanks a lot, darlin'," Lois stuck them into the 
                                    ignition, fired up the engine and they were off. They drove to the 
                                    Daily Planet. They found a tight parking spot at the side of the 
                                    street. Lois stopped by it and was rather discouraged because the 
                                    squeeze was impossible.
                                    
                                    	"Clark," Lois sounded glum, "there is no parking left. What 
                                    is going on?"
                                    
                                    	"Elections, don't you remember?" said Clark.
                                    
                                    	"Oh, right," Lois said with a nod. "Did you vote?"
                                    
                                    	Clark shook his head. "Lois, just pull parallel to the 
                                    parking space and I'll show you some magnificent parking."
                                    
                                    	Lois gave him a strange look but did as he told her too. She 
                                    hopped out of the car, as did Clark. Clark walked over to the 
                                    driver's side window, leaned against the car, and gently, yet 
                                    mightily, pushed the car into the space. Lois closed her eyes, shook 
                                    her head, and smiled. Clark looked proud. "That was beautiful 
                                    parking."
                                    
                                    	"I'm speechless." And she was.
                                    
                                    	The two walked hand in hand into the newsroom. They 
                                    immediately heard two familiar voices.
                                    
                                    	"Lois? Clark? I thought you were going to take the week off. 
                                    And, Lois, did you not give birth today?" It was Perry.
                                    
                                    	"Hi, Perry," said Lois. "We ran into a problem at the hospital and it needed immediate attention."
                                    
                                    	"Am I supposed to be surprised?" Jimmy piped in.
                                    
                                    	"Well, no," said Lois sheepishly.
                                    
                                    	"The main thing is, how are you and the baby?" asked Perry.
                                    
                                    	"Fine, Perry, we're fine." Lois answered looking at Clark. 
                                    Clark looked down and kept silent. "But we need to get to work."
                                    
                                    	"Git on it!" said Perry. He went on his way with Jimmy right 
                                    behind him.
                                    
                                    	Lois looked at Clark. His face looked grave.
                                    
                                    	"Clark, what is it?" asked Lois.
                                    
                                    	"Hon, you *don't* know if Lauren is fine," said Clark.
                                    
                                    	"You're right, Clark," said Lois. "I sure hope she's fine."
                                    
                                    	"Let's take the video into the conference room," said Clark, 
                                    changing the subject. They got up and went to the conference room. 
                                    They shut the door, locked it and inserted the video into the VCR. 
                                    The television automatically clicked on and they started the video. 
                                    After 20 minutes of fast-forwarding through the dull parts and Clark 
                                    super-seeing the whole thing, two hours of the video tape had been 
                                    viewed. Yet, nothing showed signs of the thief, or a child for that 
                                    matter.
                                    
                                    	"I just don't understand it at all," said Clark. "They were 
                                    nearly inside your room video taping the hallway."
                                    
                                    	"Maybe it's farther on." Lois tried to sound convincing, but 
                                    she, too, was not all too sure of it. "Let's watch the whole thing."
                                    
                                    	They pressed play and the video began again. Lois pressed 
                                    fast-forward and the screen began to move at superspeed. She didn't 
                                    want to try to comprehend the images, so she watched Clark scrutinize 
                                    the screen. Another fifteen minutes passed but the movie revealed 
                                    nothing. Lois placed her head on her two fingers and sighed. Just as 
                                    the video became fuzzy and the image was lost, Clark jumped up with 
                                    wide eyes. He took the controller and rewound the video and played it 
                                    on normal speed. When it got to the part he wanted to see, he paused 
                                    it. There was a woman on the screen. She had brown hair and she was 
                                    very tall and thin. Her hair was cut into a little bob and she 
                                    appeared to be very self-conscious about something. Lois furrowed her 
                                    eyebrows and shook her head.
                                    
                                    	"Clark, this woman does not have our child," Lois said, 
                                    agitated. "Face it, Clark. The person is not on the video and neither 
                                    is Lauren. It's a worthless tape to us. Let's just return it to Rob."
                                    
                                    	"Lois, look at the woman again and think real hard about 
                                    another *family* we've had to face." Clark sounded excited. Lois 
                                    concentrated on the television screen. After a few minutes of deep 
                                    thought, Lois' mouth dropped open and she uttered a sound of pure 
                                    shock.
                                    
                                    	"The Newtridge sisters have Lauren," said Lois. Her emotion 
                                    changed to anger.
                                    
                                    	"Let's show O'Malley!" Clark leaned over and hugged Lois. 
                                    We're going to get her back. Our little girl. And when we do, we'll 
                                    spend some quiet time with her at home."
                                    
                                    	"Let's not spend *any* more time here, Hon," Lois said. She 
                                    grabbed her jacket and hurriedly left the room. She whizzed past 
                                    every staffer, leaving Clark to apologize to them all. Lois got in 
                                    the passenger side of the car and Clark, the driver's seat. Lois had 
                                    her cell phone out and had turned it on. Her shoulders dropped 
                                    suddenly.
                                    
                                    	"Honey, what is it? Is there something wrong?" asked Clark nervously.
                                    
                                    	"No, I don't have the Sergeant's number," said Lois, disappointed.
                                    
                                    	"So, what?" Clark said, unaffected by Lois' concern. The trip 
                                    to the hospital was quick. As soon as they got the car parked, Lois 
                                    was out and walking toward the door. Clark shook his head and laughed 
                                    but followed her lead to the door. This time they passed the 
                                    receptionist and went right to the elevator. They rode up to the 
                                    maternity floor and when the doors opened, they walked right into the 
                                    police investigator.
                                    
                                    	"Clark? Lois?" He seemed surprised to see them.
                                    
                                    	"Hello, Sergeant O'Malley," said Clark. "I am so glad to have 
                                    found you so quickly. We've got evidence. Very tentative, but we have 
                                    reason to believe that the Newtridge sisters are to blame."
                                    
                                    	"That's a very strong accusation, Clark," said O'Malley. "Do 
                                    you have evidence that shows they were even here?"
                                    
                                    	"Yes, this video shows one of them at the hospital," Lois 
                                    piped in. "We'll show you."
                                    
                                    	They led the officer to the nearest television with a V.C.R, which happened to be in Lois' labor room. They slipped the tape
                                    in and pressed play. Clark paused it to the exact place where the Newtridge sister could be seen.
                                    
                                    	"There she is, officer," Clark said.
                                    
                                    	"Okay, we'll find her," O'Malley replied. "I'll call the 
                                    local police and get everybody on it. We'll also notify the 
                                    surrounding counties. Of course, you know this is all circumstantial 
                                    evidence. They may not be the culprits."
                                    
                                    	"We understand. Thank you," Lois said.
                                    
                                    	And with that the Sergeant left in a hurry.
                                    
                                    	"Maybe Superman would be willing to help?" Lois suggested to 
                                    Clark with a smile.
                                    
                                    	"Was that a request or a demand?" asked Clark.
                                    
                                    	"Maybe both," Lois said, pushing him toward the window. Clark 
                                    opened the window and in one motion, switched identities and flew out 
                                    in a red and blue whirl. Lois still was surprised whenever he did 
                                    that, even after five years of marriage. She laid down on the bed and 
                                    sleep consumed her.
                                    
                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                    
                                    She didn't know how long she had slept, but a cold breeze woke her 
                                    from her slumber. A shiver traveled down her spine and goose bumps 
                                    formed on her arms and legs. She looked at the window and was 
                                    surprised to find it was open. She threw her legs out from under the 
                                    covers and walked over to close the window. She shut it and looked 
                                    out the window. It was a nice night but she felt it couldn't be 
                                    enjoyed without the company of her new family. How she dreamt about 
                                    being back together. It ate at her heart and tears began to form 
                                    again in her eyes. She sighed and slowly turned around. She nearly 
                                    screamed at the sight of Clark sitting on the chair in the corner of 
                                    the room. He had a very big smile on his face and his eyes had 
                                    regained the usual spark and gleam.
                                    
                                    "I didn't see you, Clark." Lois sounded shocked. "How long have you 
                                    been here and why didn't you wake me?"
                                    
                                    "I love to watch my little girls sleep," said Clark, motioning Lois 
                                    with his eyes to come see what was around the corner. Lois slowly 
                                    walked over to where Clark sat and let out a sigh of utter happiness.
                                    
                                    "You've got her," Lois said ecstatically. "Why didn't you wake me up, Clark?"
                                    
                                    "I told you. I love to watch my little girls sleep," answered Clark.
                                    
                                    With that, he got up and hugged Lois, promising her that this 
                                    wouldn't happen again and that he'd make sure of it. Lois kissed him 
                                    then diverted her attention to their sleeping child.
                                    
                                    The baby was perfect. She wore a pink kimono and had a white blanket 
                                    wrapped around her delicate body. It rose and sank with every breath 
                                    the baby took. She wore a cap to cover her fine, satiny, full head of 
                                    hair which shone a deep shade of black. Her eyes were tenderly shut 
                                    and her eyebrows were thin and flawless. Her nose was small and round 
                                    and her mouth was pursed. Her face was red, but the tint was dark, 
                                    without an imperfection visible. She had her tiny hands clenched in 
                                    miniature fists and held them near her chest.
                                    
                                    Lois and Clark observed this beautiful, precious sight, with 
                                    gratitude and pure love, joy and satisfaction.
                                    
                                    	FIN
                                    
                                    



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