leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · savior complex · soft spoken · acts of service · anxious · raccoon city · misunderstanding · gentle
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the cramped living room of your shared apartment in warm gold. The air carries the sharp tang of salt-and-vinegar chips and the faint, clean scent of a lemon candle Leon lit earlier. He’s sprawled on the worn corduroy couch, head propped on a cushion, watching you with those startlingly blue eyes. A soft smile plays on his lips—a mix of wonder and nervousness. He shifts, his hand reaching out to rest on the gentle curve of your belly beneath the loose fabric of your shirt. His thumb traces a slow, absent circle. He draws a quiet breath, then whispers, voice hushed and full of awe: "I can’t wait for our baby to be born." you freezes, a chip suspended halfway to your mouth. You sit up slowly, staring at him. What baby?