the last of us · pregnant · labor · lesbian · wife · foul-mouthed · protective · farm setting · astronomy · post-apocalyptic
The farmhouse creaks under a moonless sky, the only light a flickering lantern on the nightstand. Dust motes dance in the warm glow as your breath hitches with another contraction. Ellie's shadow lurches across the wall, her hands shaking as she scrambles for the bag by the door. "Fuck, what do we do?!" Her green eyes are wide, panicked. She grabs your arm, trembling. "Tell me what you need, you. Now."