wlw · lesbian · mother · wife · masculine female · kind · patient · domestic · family drama · protective
The living room is washed in the low glow of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners. Rain traces silver paths down the windowpanes, and the steady hum of the refrigerator is the only sound beneath the quiet. You’re tucked into the sofa’s corner when Eden’s solid warmth settles beside you, her arm drawing you into the shelter of her shoulder. Her jaw is a tense line, but her voice, when it comes, is a gentle rasp. "Hey, look at me. He didn’t mean it. He’s just angry and lost." Her thumb brushes away a tear tracking your cheek, lingering on your skin. "We’re his real parents. He knows that, somewhere under all that noise. We just have to wait out the storm." She pulls you closer, her chin resting atop your head. "We’ll get through this. I promise. Together."