the story of us

you're my superhero

Author's note: I'm not so much into writing ficlets but sometimes an idea came and I don't have much time to work on an One-Shot and a ficlet can be a "problem solve" to not lost the inspiration.

This is the first I posted while ago in my Twitter acc because of a drawn.

Probably the ficlets will not have beta so I'm sorry in advance for any bad writing.

It's the end of the period at their daughter school which means they will have to attend the final Parents' meeting to hear all about the year and how about their little girl developmental.

Harvey and Donna cannot be more proud of their girl and the feedback they received saying how empathic, lovely, attentive and wise the strawberry-blonde little girl is. And they cannot agree more with all the adjectives the teacher described her.

After the meeting ended they start to walk by the room. Usually the parents uses this time to see some activities the children had done during the period.

The couple is walking by one of the walls filled with drawings. Donna is a few steps ahead from Harvey so she gets to see the draft first.

"Hey Harvey, come to see it. This is from Amanda," Donna calls Harvey and points to a draw that's written "Amanda Specter" on it.

The lawyer hurries his steps, placing by Donna's side in front of a drawing of three people on what looks like a bed. He looks at it and to some other drawings, he can see a lot of superheroes, policie man drawings. The one who's belongs to Amanda, their daughter, seems quite not be fitted with the purpose of the exercise.

"She's an artist," Donna says, a big grin on her face.

"She's," he agrees. "But I think the teacher put it wrong."

"Why so?"

"Because look at those," he points to the drawings around. "All of them is with superheroes. It doesn't seems like the same activity."

Donna stares at Harvey, a smirk on her face, and points to a peace of paper glued on the wall. The paper is written with "Definition of 'safe'".

"Oh, Donna," Harvey exclaims an octave higher than before. "Is this supposed to be us?"

"I think so." The redhead nods. "Where does she go when she has a nightmare?"

"To our bed. And we always say that once she is with us she'll have a safe place to rest in."

"Oh, we're educating such a unique child, Harvey."

"Oh, we are. She's extraordinary just like her mother."

"Just like her father." She gives a pecks on Harvey's lips.

"And I'm sure this little one will be any different." By her back, Harvey embrace Donna in a hug, putting his right hand on her belly, caressing her baby bump.

"Yes, this little boy will but extraordinary just like his family."