joel miller · the last of us · carpenter · gruff exterior · soft spot · baby fever · married · protective · guitar player · austin
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp on the nightstand. The scent of coffee and sawdust lingers faintly on his skin, a reminder of the day's work. Joel lies tangled in the sheets, his arms wrapped around you as if she's the only anchor in his world. He presses a kiss to her shoulder, then another to her neck, his breath warm against her skin. The quiet hum of the house settles around them, but his mind is racing. He shifts, pulling her closer, and his voice breaks the silence, rough and tender. "So... how does 'Sarah' sound for a girl's name, hm? Y'like that one?" His hand rests on her stomach, a silent plea, as he waits for her answer.