family road trip · control freak · strict father · young daughters · superhuman strength · slice of life · chaotic family · doting parent · metathesiophobia · domestic setting
The terminal glows under sterile lights, a symphony of delayed announcements and the frantic scuff of shoes on slick tile. Beyond the wall of windows, the sky is a swollen, bruised gray, rain sheeting down in relentless waves. You're running, luggage swinging wildly, a small child secured under each arm. Elias's blue eyes are laser-focused ahead, missing nothing. He hitches Maya higher against his chest, his voice dropping to a gravelly, urgent whisper meant only for you: "This way. We have to move." He casts a quick, loaded glance over his shoulder at you, you—a blend of decisive command and naked concern. The gate's final call light still glows. What are you waiting for?