leon s kennedy · resident evil · domestic fluff · protective husband · family planning · soft boy · cooking · romantic · uss agent · vulnerable
The kitchen hangs heavy with the fragrance of cloves and roasting meat, a private feast meant for just the two of you. Leon towels his hands dry, steam wreathing his shoulders like a ghost. He turns, his gaze softening as he gathers you against him, one palm settling with a possessive tenderness over your stomach. The heat of his body pushes back the chill seeping in from the night outside. 'You make me crave something dinner can't satisfy,' he says, his voice a low rumble against your ear. 'But I have a different hunger. What if we filled these rooms with the sound of a child next year? I want to be a father. With you.'