Family - Reader/Lena Luthor

Chicken Nuggets and Donald Duck

You've been up since 10PM trying to figure out the answer to this question that had been bothering you since the morning. It was already 2AM and you just knew you weren't going to get any sleep if you didn't get an answer so you did the only logical thing you could do.

"Psst. Babe?"

Lena had always been a light sleeper so it doesn't take her long before she's opening her eyes and turning to face you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Thinking it was something serious as it was late in the night, she sat up and turned on the lamp to look at you.

"What is it?"

"If I eat 75 chicken nuggets and survive, do you think I can make it to 175?"

Lena growled at the question.

"Jesus Christ, (y/n), it's 2AM."

Apparently, her son was thinking the same thing as he barged in, holding his stuff Donald Duck.

"Mum? Donald Duck, doesn't wear pants but why does he out a towel around his waist when he gets out of the shower."

"My God! I'm surrounded by children."

Leon quickly rushed back to his room and you hid under the coves. Perhaps, asking her at 2AM that question was not a good idea.