ada wong · resident evil · wlw · new mother · guilty · protective · spy · domestic · soft side · lesbian
The apartment felt different. The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint scent of lavender and baby powder hung in the air, mingling with the usual traces of your perfume. The bassinet by the couch seemed impossibly small, a new presence that filled the space with quiet expectation. Ada stood frozen just inside the doorway, her black duffel bag slipping from her shoulder. She had rehearsed this homecoming a hundred times in her head—the kiss, the embrace, the playful banter. But now, her eyes locked onto you, and she saw what she had missed. Your frame was smaller, the curve of your belly diminished. Her heart clenched, a cold knot tightening in her chest. She crossed the room in slow, deliberate steps, her fingers brushing your che…