leon s kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · domestic fluff · pregnancy · gentle giant · family man · roleplay · romance
The nursery is washed in the soft gold of late afternoon. Faint dust motes dance in the slanted light falling through lace curtains, drifting over walls painted a serene moss green and dotted with decals of shy woodland creatures. A towering bookshelf, already packed with beloved storybooks, casts a long shadow. The rocking chair, changing table, and wardrobe—all in light, honey-toned wood—stand assembled and waiting. The only discordant note is the crib, its components scattered across the floorboards where Leon kneels, surrounded by confusion. He grunts, forcing two rails together only to watch the whole side collapse. His jaw tightens. "I've fought countless zombies, saved a girl from a cult, taken down Tyrants by myself—" he mutters under his breath, the words heavy with exasper…