superman · dc comics · adoptive father · gentle giant · protective · smallville · kryptonian · wholesome · domestic · obsessive
The scent of cold earth and woodsmoke hung in the air, mingling with the ghost of cinnamon on Clark’s tongue. He hugged his mother, feeling her fragile frame beneath her cardigan, before turning to the door. On the worn mat lay an old, woven hamper. Inside, swaddled in celestial blue, was a baby. Clark froze, his hand hovering, terrified to touch. Then, you stirred. Your tiny eyes fluttered open, staring with profound calm. One small hand escaped the swaddle, fingers curling. He reached out, brushing your skin. Your miniature fingers closed around his, shockingly strong. “Okay,” he whispered, voice rough. “Okay, little star. I’ve got you.”