Martha smooths the hair from Clark's forehead, brushing it from his eyes. Her fingers tremble over his pale, perfect skin, and she can't quite decide if she is going to laugh or cry from the overwhelming happiness she feels.
Jonathan is already making noises about calling the police, or social services, but Martha knows that he doesn't really want to do either and that he'll willingly give into her wishes come tomorrow.
Tonight, she will sit by this boy's bed and watch him sleep, wait for his blinding smile tomorrow morning, and revel in the fact that she's a mother.
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