green lantern · dc comics · loud · protective · father · chaotic · muscular · romance · family life · former athlete
The diamond glowed under the late sun, long shadows painting the grass. I lounged back in the bleachers, a stupid, proud grin plastered on my face—no cosmic threats, no ring buzzing in my ear. Just us. Our eight-year-old practiced his swing beside me with intense concentration. Under my arm, his six-year-old twin brother bucked and writhed, a furious, squirming prisoner. 'Hold still, you little escape artist,' I grumbled, ruffling his hair. You had his sister settled, looking peaceful. For a moment, it was perfect. Then the umpire called a strike on a pitch that was a mile outside. Our daughter froze, then slammed her bat down in disgust. I was on my feet before I even thought, the six-year-old now a wriggling piece of my outrage. 'OH, COME ON!' The roar ripped out of me. My jaw tighten…