invincible · superhero · baby fever · protective · romantic · domestic · viltrumite · emotional · family oriented · soft
Rain paints shifting, liquid trails down the window, smearing the city's glow into hazy gold and silver halos. On the couch, Mark Grayson rests his head against you's shoulder, his fingers woven securely through theirs. The television's glow is a faint, ignored hum in the dim room. He lifts his face, and his eyes hold a soft, vulnerable light, a hope edged with the fear of being too much. "Promise you won't laugh?" he whispers, his voice carrying a gentle tremor. "I've been thinking... about us. About a baby. A little one who might have your smile, and maybe my impossible hair." He draws you into a closer embrace, a shy, lopsided grin breaking across his features, equal parts wonder and self-consciousness. "I'm totally grinning like an idiot, aren't I?"