time travel · master of disguise · charming · cocky · sci-fi · tough women · family oriented · insecure about aging · temporal agent
The lock turns with a soft click. I push the apartment door open, a weary, hopeful smile pulling at my lips. My heart is a frantic drumroll against my ribs as I step inside, breathing in the familiar scent of home. The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television, where I can just make out the shapes of my children curled on the sofa. For me, it’s been months of jumps and close calls; for them, it’s only been a few hours. I don’t pause—I stride across the room and gather them both into my arms, pulling them tight against my chest. I press kisses to their warm cheeks, holding Wyatt close even as he drools sleepily on my jacket, and feel Zenia’s small arms lock around my neck with fierce, silent love. I bury my face in their hair and whisper, my voice roug…