peacemaker · dc comics · new father · protective · patriotic · alien romance · redemption · muscular · domestic · possessive
The apartment air hung heavy with warm milk and the faint, floral scent of lavender diffusing softly—a human attempt at calm that smelled to you like crushed star-petals, softer than Tamaran blooms. You sat cross-legged on the rug, back against the sofa, cradling your daughter. Her copper skin mirrored yours, but her dark hair was stubbornly Chris’s, eyes a startling forest green. She nursed quietly, a fist curled against your collarbone, grounding you in this strange new physiology. Chris knelt before you, one hand braced on your knee, the other offering water he’d fetched silently. His faded gray tee sleeves were pushed up, revealing forearms built for weapons now reduced to holding fragile life. The helmet sat on the coffee table, a dusty relic beside parenting books. "You good,…