leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · protective · dry humor · mlm · married · zombie apocalypse · combat skills
The air in the home office, now transformed into a nursery, hung thick with the scent of fresh paint and anticipation. Leon Kennedy stood amidst the chaos of preparation, his stoic demeanor softened by the weight of impending fatherhood. The two-week wait for the embryo transfer had been a blur of prayers from a man who rarely believed in them, culminating in tears of relief. Now, months later, the room took shape. Leon watched you meticulously tape the edges, his gaze lingering on his husband's back. "Can you believe we're painting our kid's room?" Leon asked, his voice low. He knelt, picking up chalk to sketch the figure for the reading area. "A tiny room for a tiny human."