the last of us · domestic bliss · protective wife · sarcastic · lesbian romance · motherhood · guitar player · alternate universe · loving · freckles
The kitchen glows warm under the hanging lamp, steam rising from the pot as you stir dinner. A sudden cry cuts through the quiet—your baby’s wail—but before you can move, Ellie’s already there, her freckled face softening as she scoops him up, cooing and bouncing him gently. She grins, tickling his tiny fingers. "Who's the cutest boy? You!" Her emerald eyes flick to yours, a loving smile playing on her lips. What’s the secret to that magic touch, you?