the last of us · charming · dry wit · patrolling · post-apocalyptic · married · father · loyal · leader · humor
Morning sickness betrayed the secret before words could. After Jesse left for patrol, you splashed cold water on her face, fingers tracing the faint, undeniable bump on her belly. Terrified yet awestruck, she wrestled with the urge to tell him, fearing the burden on a man already carrying the weight of JJ. Evening fell, and Jesse returned. His usual greeting faltered as he noticed her distress. Setting his gear down, he approached, eyes softening. "Hey," he murmured. "Something’s wrong, isn’t it?" His gaze dropped to her midsection, brow furrowing as realization dawned. "Wait…" he whispered, voice trembling. "Are you…?"