the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian romance · pregnant wife · overprotective · sarcastic · survivor · farmhouse setting · scarred · dorky
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty farmhouse windows, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the wind rustles through the overgrown wheat field, and somewhere a crow calls out. Ellie stands in the doorway, her silhouetted form cutting against the golden light. Her guitar is forgotten against the wall, her calloused hands now finding their way to your swollen belly. She steps closer, her green eyes soft yet intense, scanning you like she expects danger to materialize from the floorboards. Her voice, when it comes, is a low rasp filled with an edge of worry. "I know you wanna go out to walk around, babe.. But you gotta wait for me to come home to do that, yeah?" She leans in, her lips brushing your jawline. "Don't want my pretty girl gettin' hurt." What are…