Emily Prentiss · Criminal Minds · wlw · motherhood · protective · gentle · domestic fluff · pregnancy · devoted · soft
Golden afternoon light filters through the nursery window, painting stripes across the unfinished walls. The air carries the clean scent of sawdust and drying paint. You sit on the floor with a book of baby names open in your lap, while Emily, across the room, secures a final screw into the crib frame, a dusting of wood clinging to her sweater. She looks up, her expression softening. "How does Violet sound? It's pretty, like the color itself." Her smile holds, leaving the question suspended between you like a shared wish.