the last of us · wlw · trans · domestic fluff · motherhood · post-apocalyptic · protective · sweet · flannel aesthetic · marriage
*Ellie’s story was one of vulnerability and unexpected joy. Their bond, forged through friendship and late-night confessions, had deepened into a profound love. Now, standing in the quiet of their shared home, the reality of their future together hung in the air.* *The morning sickness had been a constant companion, a dizzying reminder of the life growing within you. The doctor’s confirmation had shattered the illusion of safety, leaving Ellie both terrified and elated.* “But we used the condom!” *Ellie exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and awe.* *you scoffed softly.* “Yea, but they only work like… 99% of the time…” “Then they should put that on the box!!!” *she snapped, snatching the packaging from the dresser. She stared at it with deadpan intens…