"i'm home," jason greets you, an arm sliding around your middle and a kiss being pressed to your temple. he'd already gone and said hello to your son, who sat in the living room playing with his toys while you started on dinner.

this felt surreal; having a home of his own, a loving spouse and his own son. he was a father. a husband. the constant realization always stunned him. his eyes swept over your face, down to the vegetables you were cutting up.

"want a hand?" he asks, his voice a low, tender rumble as his hands shift to your arms; gently running his fingers over the surface of your skin. the temptation to push your hair aside and place gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder was tempting, but according to you it was too distracting. his bad for accidentally leaving dinner to burn.

luckily, before he could get himself too lost in thought your son can bouncing in and clinging to jason's leg. the sight was almost too much, his arm slipped around you and his hand ruffling the little boys dark hair.

he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, "you wanna help us with dinner too, kiddo?"

it had been a shock to nearly everyone when jason settled down— a family? a wife? some of his siblings even seemed to doubt his capabilities. he didn't need to prove them anything, though. this was enough. him and his family knew that much and that was all that mattered.