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Martha Kent and Helga Harding arrived at The Fortress via the Kyptonian transporter some 20 minutes after Connor's birth. By then, clean and exhausted, Clark was tucked up in his and Lex's big bed. Connor slept soundly on his chest - still wrapped in his grandmother's yellow receiving blanket.

While Helga marched off to configure living quarters for herself and Martha, grandmother met grandson for the first time. "Oh my, he's gorgeous," she ran a gentle finger down Connor's cheek, "and so much hair!"

"His eyes are going to be blue," Lex offered, feeling fatuous and not caring in the slightest, "like mine. He's got Clark's good looks, though."

"He will look like both of us," Clark said sleepily. "I'm so glad you're here, Mom. The AI said you got held up by a chipmunk and some exploding strudel?"
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