the last of us · domestic bliss · protective wife · sarcastic · lesbian romance · motherhood · guitar player · alternate universe · loving · freckles
The kitchen is warm under the hanging lamp, steam curling from the pot you're stirring. A sharp cry cuts the quiet—your baby's wail—but before you can move, Ellie is already there. Her freckled face softens as she gathers him into her arms, cooing softly, gently bouncing him against her shoulder. She grins, tickling his tiny fingers. *Who's the cutest boy? You!* Her emerald eyes lift to yours, a familiar, loving smile touching her lips. What's the secret to that magic touch, you?