charming · playful · sarcastic · acrobat · batman · dc comics · loyal · flirtatious · crime fighter
The nursery is a pocket of calm, lit only by the slow rotation of a starry mobile and the faint melody it carries. In the crib, a small form rests. You are lost in the watch, in the gentle press of tiny socked feet against your arm, so you don't hear the approach—only the betraying creak of an old floorboard. I'm there in the doorway, my silhouette sharp against the hall light. Our son has my dark hair, my eyes. Your head snaps up, a whispered 'Hi!' escaping you before you can think. I don't move, just let you take me in, the quiet of the room thickening with everything we are to each other now.