Riding in cars with girls
Summary: You go on a mommy-daughter date with your 7-year-old. The following week, Clark takes Leia on a daddy-daughter date.
Dad!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
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It had started as a way to spend time with your little girl, to make sure she knew that even with a busy life and a growing family, she always had a special place with you. So every week, you and Leia went on a mommy-daughter date.
At two years old, Leia took this tradition very seriously.
The moment she saw you grab your matching shoes, the ones she insisted you wear so “we look same, Mommy!”, she squealed, grabbed her tiny backpack, and ran straight to the door, curls bouncing wildly.
“Go! Go! Go!” she chanted, barely two feet tall but full of commanding energy.
Today’s adventure was her favorite: the indoor playground at the community center.
As soon as you walked in, she gasped dramatically, as if she hadn’t been here fifty times already. “Mommy look!” she squealed, pointing at the giant slide.
You smiled, adjusting her hair as she tried to wriggle out of your hands. “I see it, baby. Wanna go climb?”
She nodded with her whole body, so excited she was practically vibrating. She bolted toward the padded climbing tower, her little legs pumping, stopping only to yell “Mommy watch!” every few seconds.
And you did. You watched her climb the tiny foam steps, crawl through tunnels, and slide down with her arms flung up like a daredevil. Each time she landed, she popped up with a triumphant little “Ta-da!”
At one point, she ran in a triumphant circle around a foam cylinder, chanting, “Mama! Watch me! Watch me! Mama! WATCH!” even though your eyes had never left her.
And when she fell on her diaper-padded bottom, she popped right back up, proudly declaring, “I OTAY!”
After about twenty minutes of running, spinning, climbing, and squealing, she waddled back to you, cheeks flushed pink, curls sticking to her forehead. “Mommy… cotton candy?” she asked hopefully, tilting her head like a puppy.
Cotton candy was a sacred part of the tradition. So you nodded. “Cotton candy time.”
You sat together at one of the little tables in the café corner. Leia kicked her feet happily under the chair while you split a puff of blue cotton candy. She took a piece the size of her entire palm and shoved it in her mouth.
“Fwoofy!” she declared through a mouthful of sugar.
You laughed. “Very fluffy.”
She leaned forward on her elbows, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief, and began to babble.
“Okay,” you said, lowering your voice conspiratorially, “tell me everything. What’s new?”
“Mama, baba goo goo ba! And den pffffft! Ava say NO NO NO but I say YES, den baby dolly go up up up and then SPLAT and Daddy say oh no! and kitty go RAR! An…an den I saw birb. BIG birb. So big. Mommy, soooo big.”
Her hands stretched out to indicate something the size of a pterodactyl.
You nodded seriously. “Wow. That’s huge. What kind of bird?”
“A blue birb.”
“Ah. Of course. The rare and majestic blue bird.”
She nodded solemnly, fully believing you were on the same wavelength.
“And Daddy,” she continued, lowering her voice as if telling you something scandalous, “Daddy say no cookies. But I had cookie.”
You gasped dramatically. “You rebel.”
Leia looked way too proud of herself.
Then she made a very serious face and leaned even closer. “Mommy… I love you,” she whispered, as if it were a secret.
Your heart melted instantly. You scooped her into your lap, pressing kisses into her curls. “I love you too, baby.”
She wrapped her arms around your neck, humming happily. After a few seconds, she pulled back, placing both hands on your cheeks. “Mommy? We do date again?”
“Always,” you promised. “Every week.”
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
-
Leia was seven now, but somehow, through all those years, one thing never changed: your mommy-daughter dates.
They just… evolved.
Now, your dates were little adventures. Drives through Metropolis with music blasting, a stop for milkshakes or fries, and finally a movie in the car together. Leia always picked the film, usually something animated with songs she knew every word to, and you always brought snacks.
It wasn’t just a tradition anymore. It was your thing.
Tonight had been one of those nights. You’d picked Leia up from school, and instead of heading home right away, you’d pulled into the old spot by the park, your unofficial girls-only hangout. The sun had set hours ago, but the inside of the car glowed softly from the dashboard lights, wrappers and empty fry containers scattered between you.
Leia leaned back in her seat, legs swinging, nibbling on a fry as she gave you the full report of her day.
“And then, Mrs. Ramirez told Jacob he can’t just call people ‘goobers’ ’cause it’s not nice,” she said between bites, “and he said he didn’t mean it meanly, but she said ‘intent doesn’t erase effect,’ which I think means you gotta think before you talk.”
You raised an eyebrow, impressed. “That’s… actually really good advice.”
Leia nodded, solemn as a philosopher. “Yeah, I think so too. Oh! And Zoe said she’s not talking to Maddie anymore ‘cause Maddie told everyone Zoe likes Jason. But Zoe does like Jason, so I don’t really get it.”
You smiled, sipping your drink. “Ah. The drama of second grade.”
Leia sighed like a tired adult. “It’s exhausting, Mommy.”
You laughed, and she soon joined in, both of you giggling. Then, as the movie’s credits rolled, Leia crawled over the center console and curled into your side, tucking her head under your arm.
Her voice was small and soft. “I like our dates.”
You kissed the top of her head. “Me too, baby. I love spending time with you.”
She smiled, eyes already drooping a little, and whispered, “Girls forever.”
That was exactly how Clark found you later.
He’d come out to check why the car was still parked in the driveway, the house lights dim and quiet.
When he approached and tapped lightly on the window, you jumped a little, then smiled when you saw him. Leia, half-asleep in your lap, stirred at the sound of her dad’s voice.
Clark leaned down, grinning through the glass. “You two having a stakeout out here, or should I be worried?”
You rolled down the window, laughter spilling out. “Mommy-daughter date night,” you explained simply, brushing a fry wrapper off your lap.
Clark’s eyes softened. He loved this tradition, always had, but it still amazed him that his two girls could turn an ordinary night into something so special. “Mind if I join you?” he asked gently.
Leia blinked awake, instantly alert, and sat up straight. “No boys allowed!” she declared, pointing a dramatic little finger at him.
Clark pretended to look wounded. “No boys? Not even your old man?”
Leia grinned mischievously, shaking her head. “Girls only. Sorry, Daddy. Rules are rules.”
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “She’s very strict about this.”
Clark chuckled, hands raised in surrender. “All right, all right. I’ll just head inside then. Maybe I’ll have my own date with the fridge.”
Leia giggled at that, snuggling back into your arm. “Okay. But next time, we bring you food.”
He leaned in to kiss your forehead through the open window, then brushed a hand over Leia’s curls.
“I’ll see my girls inside when you’re done gossiping,” he murmured softly.
Leia nodded solemnly. “We got lots to talk about, Daddy. Like, lots.”
Clark laughed under his breath. “I’ll bet you do.”
When he walked back toward the house, you looked down at Leia, who was already slipping back into drowsy giggles. You brushed her hair back and whispered, “He’s a good sport, huh?”
Leia yawned, curling closer. “Yeah. But this is our thing.”
You smiled, heart full. “Our thing,” you echoed.
-
Today, when Leia remembered it was Daddy-Daughter Date Day, she practically launched herself out of bed, already shouting, “DADDY! Get up! We’re late for our date!”
Clark, half-asleep and hair sticking up in every direction, blinked awake to find her standing on the bed in mismatched socks. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Late? For what? You didn’t even tell me where we’re going yet!”
“That’s because it’s a secret,” she declared, hands on her hips.
You were standing in the doorway, amused, holding little Jon, now three years old, his hair just as dark and soft as his father’s, his sleepy head resting against your shoulder. “I guess that means you’re on chauffeur duty again,” you teased.
Clark sat up, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll take that promotion.” He smiled at Leia, who was now jumping excitedly on the bed. “All right, baby girl, what’s the plan?”
“Breakfast, then fun,” she said solemnly.
Clark saluted. “Breakfast, then fun. Got it.”
As they headed out, you looked down at Jon and smiled.
“Looks like it’s just us today, buddy.”
Jon lifted his head sleepily. “Mommy date?”
Your heart melted instantly. “Yeah, Mommy date.”
He grinned, rubbing his eyes. “Me and Mommy only.”
So, you bundled him into his jacket and shoes, grabbed your bag, and set off on your own mini adventure. Jon was still small, still at that age where everything was magical and new. Every sound, every smell, and every passing cloud somehow a story waiting to happen.
Your first stop was the small bakery down the street, the one that always smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. Jon stood on his tiptoes at the counter, pressing his little hands against the glass.
“Want dat one,” he said seriously, pointing to a cupcake with blue frosting and tiny stars on top.
You smiled. “That looks good, baby.”
He sat in the booth beside you, legs swinging, frosting already smeared across his cheek. “It yummy,” he mumbled.
“I can tell,” you said, reaching over to wipe his chin. “You’re covered in yummy.”
Afterwards, you took him to the small park near the river. He ran from slide to slide, shouting, “Mommy, look! Mommy, watch me!” over and over, never tiring of your applause. You swung beside him on the swings, your hair flying in the breeze, his laughter echoing through the air.
Eventually, he crawled into your lap, breathless and pink-cheeked. “Mommy,” he said quietly, looking up at you with sleepy eyes, “dis is best date.”
You kissed the top of his head. “Best date ever.”
Back home that evening, you and Jon returned just as Clark and Leia came through the door, both of them still buzzing with energy. Leia was holding a paper bag from the bookstore, bouncing on her toes.
“Mommy! Daddy let me pick two books this time!” she exclaimed proudly.
Clark shrugged, smiling. “Couldn’t say no to that face.”
Jon immediately ran up to Leia, holding out the half-eaten cookie he’d saved from your bakery stop. “Leia, look! I got cookie!”
Leia gasped dramatically. “You went on a date too?”
Jon nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “With Mommy!”
Clark laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, really?”
You shot him a teasing smile. “You didn’t think I’d sit around waiting for you two all day, did you? Jon and I had our own adventure.”
Clark crouched down to Jon’s level, his smile softening. “You did, huh? Was it fun?”
Jon nodded enthusiastically. “We had blue cuh-cake! I eat blue!”
You rolled your eyes fondly. “He practically turned into a Smurf.”
Leia giggled, tugging on her dad’s arm. “Daddy, you need to have a boys’ date next time! Like, Daddy and Jon only!”
Clark blinked, surprised, then smiled, a little sheepishly. “Oh, we do, huh?”
Jon gasped, eyes wide. “Me and Daddy?”
Clark scooped him up, laughing. “You and Daddy. We’ll go wherever you want.”
Jon put his tiny hands on Clark’s cheeks and whispered like it was a secret, “I want ice cream. Big one.”
Clark chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You got it, big guy.”
You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them. “Guess you’ve got another date to plan, my love.”
He shot you a grin. “I think I can handle that.” Then he looked down at Jon, who was resting his head on his shoulder, half-asleep already.
Clark scooped Leia in another arm, holding both his children. You stepped closer, brushing a hand against his back, watching your three favorite people together. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full, Superman.”
He smiled at you, warm and tender. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
That night, after both kids had fallen asleep, you and Clark lay together, talking quietly.
“I think next weekend,” he murmured, “it’s time for my Daddy-Jon date.”
You smiled sleepily, tracing your fingers over his arm. “You’ll need snacks. And patience.”
He chuckled softly. “Got plenty of both.”
Then he glanced toward the kids’ rooms, his expression softening. “They grow up so fast,” he whispered.
You nodded. “Yeah. But at least they’ll have memories like these.”
Clark turned to you, eyes full of love. “Memories we’ll make one date at a time.”
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