PMD
20th March 2005, 18:09
This was a piece I posted last year on the lists I'm on. Hope you enjoy it, as much as I loved writing it. Next to Lex and Chloe being married, I love doing pieces with them with children. :)
Title: Easter Fic - "Tough Questions"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13/FRT - Fan Rated Suitable For Teens
Category: Chlex married, slight humor, futurefic, holiday fic, Lex's POV, AU
Spoilers: Not that I can see.
Summary: Lizzy Luthor asks the tough questions.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, the characters, and Easter, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece, so don't sue me.
Archive: At BtS, BT2, FFA, MD, SPP, WBFFZ, Malu's site, and N.S. Forums, for the time being. If anybody else wants it, all they have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: This is dedicated to all children who ask the interesting questions and the parents who sometimes have the hard job of answering them. Also, special thanks to David for checking this puppy over. Enjoy.
Easter Fic - "Tough Questions" - by PMD
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
"Why do you call me that?"
I stare at my daughter---her smile is her mother's that captivated me years earlier. Her eyes, as steel blue as mine but filled with mirth at the questions she's about to ask me. I have to smile back and then grin, as Chloe walks in.
"She asks the tough questions, doesn't she?" Chloe asks.
"Well, she is her mother's daughter," I quip.
"And her father's daughter too. If I recall, you sometimes ask tough questions too," she volley's back, coming to my side and giving me a small kiss.
"Ewwww---Mommy, why do you and Daddy kiss all the time?"
She turns to Lizzy, a slight grin on her face. "Because we love each other. And someday, Sweetie---you'll meet somebody as nice and as kind as your father and do the same thing."
"No I won't!"
"And why's that, Sweetie?"
"Cause when they made Daddy, they broke the mold!"
She looks at me. "Lex!"
I look as innocent as I can. "I didn't teach her to say that. She thought it all on her own."
She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I bet."
"Mommy?"
She gets down to our daughter’s level. "Yes, Sweetie?"
"They broke the mold when they made you too."
She pulls her into her arms. "Awwww, Honey, that's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me."
I get down to both their levels, giving Chloe a stern look. "So, it's okay for her to say that about you but not that about me?"
She pulls back and lets me join the hug. "Okay---both of us, and her too."
I smile at my diplomatic wife and let out a sigh, happy holding onto both my girls. Then:
"Daddy, you didn't answer my question?"
We both back away from the inquisitive, future reporter. "What was it again?"
"Why do you call me Pumpkin?"
"Because---I love pumpkins."
"Mommy---why is Daddy so lame sometimes?"
"Honey, have you been around Uncle Pete lately?"
"Yes, Mommy. How did you know?"
"Just a wild guess."
She turns her attention to me again. "So?"
I touch her soft hair, a strawberry blonde color, and smile. "Because when you were born, your hair was the color of pumpkins and even though it's changed, I guess the nickname just stuck."
"What's a nickname?"
"A nickname is a name given to somebody you love."
"What's Mommy's, Daddy?"
I look at Chloe and get the stare. I just smile at her and look back at our daughter. "Her nickname was Snarky Sullivan."
"Snarky---why?"
"Because she could snark with the best of them, Pumpkin."
"Oh, so what is it now, Daddy?"
"Hmmmmmmm---let me see if I can remember. Silly, Stylish, no wait, I remember now. Ah---no, I can't tell you that at the moment."
"Why not?"
"You're a bit too young to hear it, Pumpkin."
Now she gives me a stare. "I'm always too young for the fun stuff!"
We snicker at that. Then:
"I can tell you what your father's nickname is, Sweetie."
"What, Mommy?" she asks.
"Cue ball!"
"Because Daddy had no hair?"
"Yep---it's his nickname and always will be. So---finished with the questions because it's almost time to go to the Kent Farm for the Easter Egg Hunt."
"Goody!" Lizzy states, jumping up and down. Then she stops. "Mommy, can I ask a couple more questions?"
"If you can walk and talk at the same time---sure."
All three of us move towards the door, Chloe holding onto one of her hands and me, the other one.
"Okay---my first one is about chickens and Easter eggs. Which came first----the Easter egg or the chicken?"
"Ahhhh---the age old question that will probably be answered, along with the meaning of life, when we move to the next realm of life," I reply, with a glint of humor.
"In other words, you don't know the answer, Daddy," she quips. Can't put anything over on our daughter.
I hear a giggle from Chloe and I have to chuckle. "Well, we're parents and sometimes we don't have all the answers, Pumpkin. So, what's the last tough question that needs to be answered today?"
She stops and we move slightly from her. "Mommy? Daddy?"
"Yes, Sweetie?" we both ask her.
"Where do babies come from?"
"Ahhhhh---hmmmmm---"
The End.
Title: Easter Fic - "Tough Questions"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13/FRT - Fan Rated Suitable For Teens
Category: Chlex married, slight humor, futurefic, holiday fic, Lex's POV, AU
Spoilers: Not that I can see.
Summary: Lizzy Luthor asks the tough questions.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, the characters, and Easter, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece, so don't sue me.
Archive: At BtS, BT2, FFA, MD, SPP, WBFFZ, Malu's site, and N.S. Forums, for the time being. If anybody else wants it, all they have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: This is dedicated to all children who ask the interesting questions and the parents who sometimes have the hard job of answering them. Also, special thanks to David for checking this puppy over. Enjoy.
Easter Fic - "Tough Questions" - by PMD
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
"Why do you call me that?"
I stare at my daughter---her smile is her mother's that captivated me years earlier. Her eyes, as steel blue as mine but filled with mirth at the questions she's about to ask me. I have to smile back and then grin, as Chloe walks in.
"She asks the tough questions, doesn't she?" Chloe asks.
"Well, she is her mother's daughter," I quip.
"And her father's daughter too. If I recall, you sometimes ask tough questions too," she volley's back, coming to my side and giving me a small kiss.
"Ewwww---Mommy, why do you and Daddy kiss all the time?"
She turns to Lizzy, a slight grin on her face. "Because we love each other. And someday, Sweetie---you'll meet somebody as nice and as kind as your father and do the same thing."
"No I won't!"
"And why's that, Sweetie?"
"Cause when they made Daddy, they broke the mold!"
She looks at me. "Lex!"
I look as innocent as I can. "I didn't teach her to say that. She thought it all on her own."
She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I bet."
"Mommy?"
She gets down to our daughter’s level. "Yes, Sweetie?"
"They broke the mold when they made you too."
She pulls her into her arms. "Awwww, Honey, that's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me."
I get down to both their levels, giving Chloe a stern look. "So, it's okay for her to say that about you but not that about me?"
She pulls back and lets me join the hug. "Okay---both of us, and her too."
I smile at my diplomatic wife and let out a sigh, happy holding onto both my girls. Then:
"Daddy, you didn't answer my question?"
We both back away from the inquisitive, future reporter. "What was it again?"
"Why do you call me Pumpkin?"
"Because---I love pumpkins."
"Mommy---why is Daddy so lame sometimes?"
"Honey, have you been around Uncle Pete lately?"
"Yes, Mommy. How did you know?"
"Just a wild guess."
She turns her attention to me again. "So?"
I touch her soft hair, a strawberry blonde color, and smile. "Because when you were born, your hair was the color of pumpkins and even though it's changed, I guess the nickname just stuck."
"What's a nickname?"
"A nickname is a name given to somebody you love."
"What's Mommy's, Daddy?"
I look at Chloe and get the stare. I just smile at her and look back at our daughter. "Her nickname was Snarky Sullivan."
"Snarky---why?"
"Because she could snark with the best of them, Pumpkin."
"Oh, so what is it now, Daddy?"
"Hmmmmmmm---let me see if I can remember. Silly, Stylish, no wait, I remember now. Ah---no, I can't tell you that at the moment."
"Why not?"
"You're a bit too young to hear it, Pumpkin."
Now she gives me a stare. "I'm always too young for the fun stuff!"
We snicker at that. Then:
"I can tell you what your father's nickname is, Sweetie."
"What, Mommy?" she asks.
"Cue ball!"
"Because Daddy had no hair?"
"Yep---it's his nickname and always will be. So---finished with the questions because it's almost time to go to the Kent Farm for the Easter Egg Hunt."
"Goody!" Lizzy states, jumping up and down. Then she stops. "Mommy, can I ask a couple more questions?"
"If you can walk and talk at the same time---sure."
All three of us move towards the door, Chloe holding onto one of her hands and me, the other one.
"Okay---my first one is about chickens and Easter eggs. Which came first----the Easter egg or the chicken?"
"Ahhhh---the age old question that will probably be answered, along with the meaning of life, when we move to the next realm of life," I reply, with a glint of humor.
"In other words, you don't know the answer, Daddy," she quips. Can't put anything over on our daughter.
I hear a giggle from Chloe and I have to chuckle. "Well, we're parents and sometimes we don't have all the answers, Pumpkin. So, what's the last tough question that needs to be answered today?"
She stops and we move slightly from her. "Mommy? Daddy?"
"Yes, Sweetie?" we both ask her.
"Where do babies come from?"
"Ahhhhh---hmmmmm---"
The End.