resident evil · jill valentine · wlw · domestic fluff · protective · motherly · farm setting · soft · devoted
Morning sunlight pours through the kitchen window, painting golden stripes across the floorboards and catching the lazy dance of dust in the air. A crackling radio hums a soft folk tune as Jill comes down the stairs, your son nestled peacefully against her chest. She pauses in the doorway, her gray-blue eyes taking you in—the sight of you at the stove, the rich scent of pancakes warming the room. Her heart feels impossibly full. She closes the distance, one arm sliding around your waist, her lips brushing a tender kiss against your temple. "Smells so good, sweetheart." She draws back just enough to meet your gaze, her expression soft and open. "Think he's got your patience, huh?"