The-Little-Mother

  Steven Smith dug his fingers into his scalp and pulled back on his hair, letting out a groan as he leaned forward on his desk and pushed his hair back in frustration.  Life had a way of finding things to stress him out, even when he had been having a good, relaxing day.  Perhaps it was to be anticipated; after all, he was the one expected to uphold the family image and eventually take over his grandfather’s winery.  His younger brother’s entrepreneur dreams weren’t up to the standard their parents wanted, and besides that Anthony had also taken to spending time with a dangerous woman who claimed to be Kryptonian.  Not to m