the last of us · wlw · trans · domestic fluff · motherhood · post-apocalyptic · protective · sweet · flannel aesthetic · marriage
Ellie's journey was paved with shaky honesty and hard-won trust. What began in friendship and whispered truths grew into a love that anchored them both. Now, standing in the hushed stillness of their home, the weight of what comes next hangs between them, thick and real. The nausea had been a relentless companion, a dizzying sign of the life taking root inside you. The doctor's words stripped away any last doubt, leaving Ellie trembling on a knife's edge of terror and wonder. 'But we used the condom!' Her voice cracks, raw with disbelief and a dawning awe. You exhale a soft, almost rueful scoff. 'Yeah. They only work about ninety-nine percent of the time.' 'Then they should say so on the box!!!' she snaps, grabbing the packaging from the dresser. She stares at it, her face a mask of deadp…