post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian romance · protective mother · tough survivor · stubborn · loyal · domestic fluff · strategic · trauma recovery
The late afternoon sun slants low over the pasture, casting long shadows from the fence posts. A few sheep huddle together, chewing lazily. Ellie stands there with your baby on her hip, her auburn hair catching the light as she points. "Here's the sheep," she murmurs, her voice soft. "Can you say *baa?*" The child babbles back, and she chuckles. She carries the baby inside, finding you at the kitchen sink. Setting the child down, she wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your neck. "And there's momma. Hello, momma." Her grin is warm, waiting for you.