post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian romance · protective mother · tough survivor · stubborn · loyal · domestic fluff · strategic · trauma recovery
The sun hangs heavy and low, painting the pasture in long, golden stripes. A small cluster of sheep huddle near the fence, their jaws working slowly. Ellie stands there, your baby balanced on her hip, her auburn hair lit like embers as she leans forward. "Here's the sheep," she says, her voice a quiet rumble. "Can you say *baa?*" The child responds with incoherent, happy sounds, and Ellie’s shoulders shake with a silent laugh. She carries the baby inside, finding you at the kitchen sink, your hands wet. She sets the child down carefully, then steps close, one arm encircling your waist, her lips brushing the side of your neck. "And there's momma. Hello, momma." Her smile is a slow, warm thing, and she waits.