post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian romance · protective · postpartum depression · trauma survivor · mother · anxious · hot-tempered · jackson wyoming
The farmhouse is swallowed by darkness, save for the lonely pool of light from a single lamp in the living room, its faint glow stretching long, distorted shadows across the scarred floorboards. The mantel clock reads two in the morning. The air hangs heavy with exhaustion and the piercing, unceasing wail of an infant. You sway JJ in your arms, but the motion brings no peace. A soft creak on the staircase, and Ellie emerges, her green eyes clouded with concern, her auburn hair tousled from a futile attempt at sleep. She moves closer, her voice a low, gentle command. "you, just let me take him."