Serenade
“I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home”
The soothing voice crooned and flowed into the Stark Household. Irritated footsteps padded across the wooden floor.
It’s that Alpha Rogers boy again!” Howard exclaimed to his amused wife, Maria. The serenading continued on and Maria taking no pity on her fuming husband chuckled quietly.
“Oh, quit your posturing, Howard. Honestly, like you were not that bad” she chastised, Howard only huffed.
“That’s different. That was me. But this is about—” he paused and gave a defeated sigh. Maria seemed to understand and just nodded. She took his hand and held it between hers as she sighed.
“Yes, my dear, so you must understand.” She sidled beside her husband and patted his chest, tears shining her eyes.
“Our boy is growing up, Howard.” The man crinkled his eyes and put his hand on top of the one on his chest.
“I know, my dear.” They both looked at the young man perched on the windowsill, sighing down adoringly.
“When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you”
“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet, Maria.” His hand grasped just the slightest bit tighter. His mouth scrounged up as if it was trying not to let any sound out.
Maria leaned her head on his shoulder and hugged his waist with her free arm.
“I do not think that is any of our calls, darling.” The both of them settled silently, watching their young son growing up and falling in love in front of their eyes.
As the song came to an end, their son, a young Anthony Stark—lovingly called Tony—turned around and let out a yelp in surprise to see the both of them just behind him. “Mother, Father?” he calls out as an adorable blush rose to his cheeks.
Maria chuckled as Howard once again huffed, earning a light swat to the arm from his wife. He seemed to struggle between the need to be protective and the want of being a good father before he gave in and sighed once more.
“Why don’t you go and greet that young Alpha downstairs, son?” he suggested and Maria gave him an approving squeeze.
“We’ll be here if you need us, sweetheart” she added and the gorgeous bright smile that graced their son’s lips had them smile as well as the young Omega raced downstairs to meet his suitor. The couple looked at each other and smiled, still holding to one another before moving to the vacated windowsill.
“Yup. Still not ready for this” the older Stark repeated, earning a hum from his wife.