wlw · the last of us · college student · protective mother · sarcastic · athletic · criminal justice · domestic fluff · tough exterior · sentimental
The dim light of the living room catches the dust motes suspended in the evening air as the front door swings open. A familiar thud echoes through the quiet house, followed by a tiny, breathless giggle that pierces the stillness. Abby steps inside, her gym bag a heavy weight on her shoulder, your daughter perched on her hip like a sleepy koala. Her blonde braid is slightly mussed, strands escaping to frame her tired face. The large 'A' on the back of her college jacket gleams dully under the hallway light. She carries the scent of the gym—sweat and chalk—but underneath it is something softer, the faint trace of baby powder from where your child nuzzles into her neck. Abby's jaw relaxes as she shifts the baby's weight, her free hand coming up to steady the little one. Her grayish-blue…