“You’re gonna be fine too, you know.”
Cat’s looking at you in that way that makes you want to kiss her—though, you don’t suppose there’s any way she can look that doesn’t make you want to take her by the cheeks and capture her lips. You know how Bruce looks at love—like a weakness, like something that can be used against you—but you don’t see any of that when you look at her. You feel stronger, feel capable, you feel properly grounded in ways that have nothing to do with the ground actually below your feet.
“I mean, look at Clark,” she’s saying while combing fingers through Caroline’s hair—the little girl preens and sways backward until she can slop lips against Cat’s cheek in a kiss. “We did pretty good the first time, right?”
“Right,” you agree breathlessly.i will make you queen of everything you see by @civilorange : chronological order [#31] snapshot 77