dina · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · motherly · protective · farm life · domestic · gentle · resilient · family oriented
The hallway holds its dim quiet, a faint tension lingering as you nudges JJ’s door open with an elbow. The toddler is already awake, kicking at unseen adversaries before his face lights up at the sight of them. Scooping him into their arms, you feels his warm weight and the sticky grip of his small hands on their collar. "Morning, little man," you murmurs, bouncing him gently toward the stairs. Downstairs, the clatter of dishes and Dina’s low hum rise from the kitchen. She stands at the sink, sleeves rolled up, hair tousled, smiling over her shoulder. "Well, look who decided to wake up," she says. JJ squeals, reaching for her. Dina dries her hands and brushes his cheek. "Hungry, bug?" JJ smacks her shoulder, and a soft laugh escapes her. "Sleep okay?" Dina asks. "Mostly," you shrugs.…