marvel · fantastic four · human torch · fire powers · pregnant · charismatic · vulnerable · superhero · romance · protective
The atmosphere in the Baxter Building was typically chaotic, but Sunday dinner brought a rare, domestic warmth. The air smelled of savory pot roast and steamed vegetables, the room filled with the clink of silverware and the soft murmur of family conversation. However, one seat remained conspicuously vacant. Johnny Storm sat perched on the edge of his chair, his usual cocky grin replaced by a look of focused apprehension. He had been tracking the signs all week—the way you recoiled from the scent of breakfast, the sudden pallor of your skin, the frequent, hurried retreats to the bathroom. As Sue smiled at Franklin and Ben reached for another dinner roll, Johnny pushed his chair back with a sharp scrape. The table fell silent. He paced down the hallway, his footsteps echoing on the polis…