chloe’s revenge

Chloe woke to her alarm buzzing at her. She rolled over and saw Clark asleep in the bed beside her, his mouth open slightly and snoring. She hadn’t heard him come home, so it must have been late. Saving the world was a tough job, even for Superman. Carefully, she eased out of bed and tiptoed towards the bathroom.

And tripped over a pile of blue and red spandex. She stubbed her toe against the dresser, biting her lip to keep from crying out as tears welled in her eyes.

All of her sympathy for her husband’s night job went right out the window.

Growling to herself, she picked up the costume and held it out. The bright “S” glared at her in the early morning sun. She threw it in the laundry basket, wondering once again why it never made it there in the first place.

She showered and dressed, made coffee and packed her shoulder bag for the day. Just before she left, she went back into the bedroom to say goodbye to Clark.

“I’ll be home early today,” she whispered, kissing his cheek.

“Mmm. Can you wash my suit?”

Chloe straightened, her eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”

“Fire last night, stinks like smoke,” Clark mumbled, burrowing under the blankets.

“Uh huuuuh.”

Chloe was irked as she left for work. Okay, so her husband was Superman. He saved people every night. The least she could do was wash his suit, right?

Wrong. If Superman could drop it on the floor, he could certainly drop it in the washing machine.

She arrived home at two in the afternoon, tired from having been on her feet all day. Clark was at his day job for The Daily Planet. He had left a note on the fridge, a friendly reminder for her to clean his suit.

“Oh no he didn’t!” Chloe exclaimed, ripping the note from the fridge. She stomped to the bedroom, picked up the suit and took it to the washing machine.

She threw it in, along with the note, dumped in a capful of detergent, set the dials and slammed the lid shut.

Then she went to make herself a soothing cup of tea.

She was reading a book on the sofa when Clark returned home. He kissed her on the mouth, then made his way to the bedroom, pulling off his shirt and tie as he went.

“You washed my suit, right?” he asked, his voice muffled.

“Sure did,” Chloe said, refusing to let the smile creep into her voice.

She marked her page and waited patiently.

“Chloe!” Clark cried. “You shrunk my suit!”

Chloe grinned and resumed reading her book.

~end