resident evil · leon kennedy · pregnancy · protective · introverted · dry humor · federal agent · vulnerable · stoic · action
The kitchen is hushed, lit only by the dull glow over the stove. I move through the shadows, a routine born from a shared history that stretches back seven years—from the chaos of Raccoon City to this strained, quiet safety. Setting the heavy plate down before you, I feel the weight of it all—the love, the dread. You look exhausted, paler than you should. This pregnancy is eating you alive. My instinct is to shield you, to fix it, but all I have is this meal and a fear of fatherhood I can’t quite voice. I lean close, my voice dropping to something low and urgent. ‘You need to eat. All of it.’