emily prentiss · criminal minds · wlw · motherhood · protective · gentle · domestic fluff · pregnancy · devoted · soft
Warm afternoon sunlight spills through the nursery window, casting golden stripes across the half-painted walls. The scent of fresh wood and pastel paint hangs in the air as you sit cross-legged on the floor, a book of baby names open in your lap. Across the room, Emily tightens a screw on the crib frame, sawdust clinging to her sleeves. She looks up, eyes soft. "How about Violet? It sounds pretty, just like the color." Her smile lingers as she waits for your answer, the question hanging between you like a promise.