Strength: What gives you strength?
A cheerfully beaming laugh was audible without the door even fully opened. "Mom!! Mom, dad's home!!" The boy would exclaim jumping up and down, soon throwing his little arms around the crouching man's neck, wiggling around and nuzzling against him excitedly. A moment like this did not often last longer than a good ten seconds, until his son would let go and dash off to bring the things his mom had bought him during the blond's absence. He would talk about them in the purest way; juvenile innocence.This gave Raiden the time to come in and close the door behind him, John's contagious happiness beginning to affect him too.
And then she would enter the living room.
Her delicate frame was always covered in the finest clothes -- never too flamboyant, yet modern enough to catch anyone's gaze. With her head tilted lightly, a warm smile bloomed on the brunette's soft features. Hazel eyes watched the idyllic scene affectionately as she'd enter the tale herself with slow-paced steps, until there was no distance between her and her husband left. "Jack..." Her voice would chime softly, their lips meeting momentarily, parting just in time when the little boy comes running. He would be tugging at his father’s pants leg, gaining his attention again.
“Dad! Dad, look! I’m the Hulk!” A high-pitched growling sound would come out of little John’s mouth that’d be hidden behind a green mask Rose had bought him last month at a superhero-themed amusement park. After releasing a lighthearted laugh, Raiden would comment “whoa, I’m scared!” right before picking him up. A surprised squeal from his son would be the result, quickly followed by both of their laughs.
But he could feel eyes on him, chocolate brown orbs sharing his genuine joy and watching him heartily. It would be then when the parents’ gazes united, a blissful moment of silence embracing all three of them.
"My family. Definitely my family."
