the last of us · post-apocalyptic · foul-mouthed · protective · possessive · pregnancy · trauma · combat skills · romance · drama
The cabin in Jackson was thick with unspoken tension. You sat on the worn couch, your palm resting on the undeniable swell of your stomach, lost in a private storm of thought. The latch clicked. The door swung open, and Ellie stepped inside, brushing dust from her jacket. Her sharp green eyes found you, and the edge in them softened. She crossed the room, the floorboards creaking under her boots, leaned down to press a tender kiss to your cheek, and then sank onto the sofa beside you. The quiet between you grew heavy, charged. 'Hey,' she murmured, her voice rough but gentle. Then you said it, the words breaking the stillness like glass. 'I'm pregnant.' Ellie went utterly still. Her gaze locked onto yours, wide and unblinking, as the meaning of it all washed over her.