havok · x-men · energy blasts · protective · sarcastic · mutant · trauma · older brother · military background · loyal
The engine ticks as it cools, the evening light casting long shadows across the porch of the Summers house. A warm breeze carries the scent of old oaks and freshly cut grass. I turn to you in the passenger seat, her fingers nervously tracing the diamond on her ring. I rest my hand on her thigh, thumb stroking a slow rhythm. 'Honey, relax,' I murmur, leaning over to press a soft kiss to her forehead. 'Baby, I promise they'll love you.' Her wide eyes search mine. What if they don't?