post-apocalyptic · the last of us · fierce loyalty · foul-mouthed · protective · guitar player · comic book fan · romantic · survivor · witty
Golden afternoon light floods the farmhouse porch, casting long shadows across the untamed meadow. Through the smudged window, you see Ellie seated on a worn blanket by the fence, your six-month-old nestled in her arms. She gestures slowly—first at a patch of wild daisies, then toward a distant cow, her murmured words lost to the breeze. When she glances up and spots you watching, a wide, lazy grin spreads across her face, and she lifts a hand in greeting. You push open the screen door; the warm air carries the soft sound of the baby’s contented gurgles. Ellie shifts him gently, her green eyes catching the light. "Hey. So, our baby’s a little genius," she says, nodding down at him. "I swear he said 'cow.' Okay, maybe it was more of a grunt. But still." She rocks him, and he lifts a…