Bruce got into knitting one day.
He asked Clark to pick up a package for him, and because Clark was a bit nosy, he x-rayed it, finding what was essentially a knitting starter pack inside.
He asked Bruce what got him interested in knitting all of sudden.
“Your mom said it's soothing," he explained, carefully placing everything on the table in the garden where he was having tea.
“Are you stressed?" Clark asked, concerned.
Bruce looked up at him. “When am I not stressed?" he asked back in a deadpan voice.
“Are you stressed more than usual?" Clark reframed his previous question.
“Not really," Bruce answered, already starting to knit.
It didn't surprise Clark that his husband knew how to do it from the start. He probably learned just from watching Clark's Ma.
He was brilliant like that.
It also didn't surprise Clark that Bruce wasn't very clear with his answer. But Clark didn't push.Â
He knew Bruce long enough to know that if he wanted to tell Clark something, he would.
Whatever was stressing him, it couldn't be too serious, at least yet.
"Show me what you made when you're done,” he asked, smiling when Bruce only answered with a hum, already lost in his new hobby.
Bruce's first knitting project turned out to be a hat with a big pompom.
“For Dick," he said, presenting it to Clark. “He gets cold on stake outs."Â
Clark nodded and kissed Bruce's cheek. "Looks great, baby,” he praised, brushing the soft hat with his thumbs.
He was a little disappointed he wasn't the receiver of the first thing Bruce ever knitted, but he understood.
Dick would always come first to Bruce, even before Clark.
Bruce threw himself into another project immediately, knitting a blanket this time.
Clark was excited to receive it, he loved soft things, but the blanket went to Alfred.
“He says his feet are cold," Bruce explained, showing Clark his work. “Do you think he'll like the colors?"Â
Clark smiled. “I'm sure he'll be grateful," he assured his husband, who smiled back and went to look for the butler to give him the blanket.
Clark stayed behind, mentally telling himself it's okay. Alfred was in Bruce's life longer than Clark and was an important part of it. Of course he would receive Bruce's second attempt at knitting.
Surely the third one would be his!
"Winters are cold in Central City,” Bruce explained that one as well. "And he deals with Captain Cold regularly, he could use some protection.”
"He's going to love it,” Clark told him.
He would've loved it too. And it was red, it would've matched his cape!
Clark waited patiently for his handknitted gift, but it didn't seem to come.
Bruce made a sweater for J’onn, socks for Hal, a whole bag for Diana, gloves for Arthur and a bunch of soft keychains resembling various members of their team that he then donated to every orphanage in Gotham.
Along with more blankets donated to go to elderly people.
He even made a knitted book cover for Lois.
Clark's ex got a gift before him!
This was ridiculous and Clark was getting seriously hurt by not being included in Bruce's newest fixation.
He didn't want to say anything at first to not appear clingy and demanding, but he was tired of pretending he was fine with everyone getting a gift but him.
Next time he came home, it was to talk to Bruce about feeling left out.
It was their time to live in Metropolis this week, so Clark headed to their shared apartment.
“Welcome home, baby," Bruce greeted him from the couch where he was - of course - knitting.
He already had blisters from knitting so much.
"Hey,” Clark replied without his usual enthusiasm.
He wasn't eager to have this conversation, he felt like they were going to argue and he hated doing that.
Bruce noticed right away that something was wrong, and looked over the back of the couch at Clark.
"Everything all right?” he asked with concern.
At least Bruce still loved and cared about him. He just, for some reason, didn't think to give his husband a handmade gift like everyone else.
Clark sighed. "Not really,” he said, walking to the couch and sitting down on it next to Bruce.
"Bad day?” Bruce questioned.
"More like a month,” Clark corrected with another sigh and looked at his husband. “Bru-...”
"Good thing I have something for you to cheer you up,” Bruce interrupted him before Clark could voice his concerns.
He perked up instead, completely forgetting what he wanted to tell his husband.
Could this be it? He was finally getting a present?!
Bruce nodded, pulling out a nice little box with a lid from where it was hidden behind the pillow. He handed it to Clark, who took the box carefully as if it was going to crumble in his hold.
It was small and light - sage green in color and with a fancy bow on the top of the lid.
Whatever was inside, it couldn't be big, which aroused Clark's concerns again.
Bruce smiled, already back to knitting whatever he was working on now. Clark didn't take a closer look. “Open and find out."Â
He was scared to. He didn't want to be disappointed and hurt Bruce with it, and it seemed that's what was about to happen.
Still, Clark carefully opened the box.
He stared at the gift inside.
A pair of tiny shoes made of pink yarn.Â
Clark pulled the shoes out. They barely fit onto his fingers.
“What am I supposed to do with it?” he asked in confusion.
Bruce smirked. “You're a smart man, Clark, you'll figure it out.”
Clark examined the shoes again, trying and failing to not get frustrated with the gift.
"These are baby shoes, Bruce. For a newborn. How can I-...”
Clark paused mid-sentence, his entire body freezing. He tore his eyes away from the shoes resting on his palm and glanced at Bruce, finally taking a good look at what he was working on.
It looked like a very cute, bat-themed onesies.
His husband seemed calm and collected while he knitted, but Clark could hear his nervously beating heart. And underneath it, a second one - much, much smaller and not as loud, but it was there.
A huge, bright grin appeared on Clark's face as he jumped out of his seat and snatched Bruce into his arms and into the air, almost crushing through the ceiling.
"We're having a baby?!” he shouted in excitement, holding Bruce close to his chest as he spun them around while laughing in delight.
“Not for long if you don't lose the grip," Bruce groaned in his arms.
Clark adjusted his hold right away.
“Sorry, sorry," he apologized sheepishly and lowered them back to the floor, kneeling in front of Bruce and his belly.Â
“Hi, baby! Hi, I'm your daddy!" he cooed at the tiny bump, feeling it with his hands. He looked up at Bruce with marvel. “How did I not notice earlier?"Â
The tiny heartbeat was so loud in his ears he couldn't believe he didn't hear it until now.
“I guess you were too busy lamenting being left out from my gift giving," he suggested.
Clark chuckled, standing up and wrapping his arms around Bruce's waist.
“Sneaky Bat,” he teased, rubbing their noses together. "And you told me it's for a self-soothing purpose.”
“It is," Bruce confirmed. "It distracts me from puking my guts out.”
“I guess it does count as self-soothing," Clark agreed sympathetically. “So when am I getting a gift made by you?" he asked in eagerness.
"A baby is not enough?”Â
"Well, it's a team effort,” Clark pointed out with a grin that died down right away when Bruce glared at him.
"You contributed ten percent at most. And I'm being very generous,” he told Clark, who pouted. Bruce sighed. “I'll make you a cape.”
Grinning again, Clark cupped Bruce's face and brought their mouths together in a sound kiss.
"A baby,” he whispered with wonder against Bruce's lips that curled into his own smile.
"Our baby,” Clark repeated and began to float again.
Bruce laughed softly, his arms coming around Clark's neck to hold onto him as the floor vanished from under his feet.
Clark kissed him once more. "I love you. Both of you.”
Bruce stroked his cheek tenderly. "We love you too.”
This time, he pulled Clark into a kiss.
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