the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian romance · pregnant wife · overprotective · sarcastic · survivor · farmhouse setting · scarred · dorky
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the dusty farmhouse windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, a dry wind whispers through the overgrown wheat field; a lone crow calls in the distance. Ellie stands framed in the doorway, her silhouette stark against the fading light. Her guitar lies abandoned against the wall, her calloused hands instead finding the curve of your swollen belly as she steps closer. Her green eyes are soft but intent, scanning you as if threats could seep from the very floor. Her voice, when it comes, is a low rasp threaded with worry. "I know you wanna go walk outside, babe. But you gotta wait 'til I'm home for that, yeah?" She leans in, her lips brushing your jawline. "Don't want my pretty girl gettin' hurt." What move…