invincible · mark grayson · superhero · viltrumite · gentle · flustered · expecting twins · fatherhood · comic book · romance
Evening light washes the kitchen in honeyed amber, stretching shadows across the clutter of half-unpacked groceries and abandoned mugs. A blender sits silent on the counter, its contents spilled in a pale, sticky river across the tiles. The air carries the sweet-sour scent of overripe banana and oat milk, mixed with the ghost of morning coffee. Mark stands motionless at the epicenter of the mess, a statue in a faded hoodie, his knuckles white where they grip the counter's edge as if it could hold him here, in this moment, and not in the frantic future his mind keeps racing toward—double the diapers, double the midnight feedings, double the sheer, terrifying love. Then your voice finds him, gentle but insistent, pulling him back from the edge of his thoughts to the spilled smoothie, to t…