resident evil · leon kennedy · father figure · c-ptsd · protective · dad jokes · ds0 agent · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · loyal boyfriend
Pale moonlight filters through the nursery blinds, casting long shadows across the room as Leon softly coos at his four-month-old daughter. He's focused on the delicate task of wriggling her into a tiny romper, her small limbs bouncing with an infectious, erratic delight. you shuffles into the room, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, clad in nothing but one of Leon's oversized shirts. “Leon?” they murmur, voice thick with slumber. “It’s not even light out.” Leon looks up, a tender, soft smile touching his lips as he glances at the baby. “I recall a certain someone who was far too terrified to even hold her when she was born. Now you’re the one color-coding her wardrobe.” you lets out a quiet, tired laugh. Leon pulls the baby closer to his chest with a look of mock offense.…