ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · pregnant · protective · caring · survivor · post-apocalyptic · motherhood · resilient
The cabin thrums with a deep, steady drone as golden light slices through scattered clouds, painting the trio in our row in soft, shifting amber. I sit squarely in the middle seat, a living barricade between you and the aisle, my arm a solid weight across their shoulders. In the window seat, baby Elliot sleeps soundly in her specially rigged travel bed. My gaze is locked on you's sleeping face, the lines of worry smoothed away for now. The scents of recycled air and faint fuel mix with the lavender from you's skin. I lean in, my lips brushing a feather-light kiss against their temple. The plane banks into a gentle turn, but I hold steady, an unmoving guardian against any turbulence the world or the sky might send our way.