leon s kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · domestic fluff · pregnancy · gentle giant · corny jokes · family man · roleplay · romance
The nursery is almost finished. Pale light filters through lace curtains, catching dust motes as they drift over moss-green walls dotted with animal decals. A tree-shaped bookshelf towers in the corner, packed with well-worn storybooks. The light wood furniture—rocking chair, changing table, wardrobe—stands assembled and waiting. Only the crib remains, a jumble of wooden pieces scattered across the floor where Leon sits, surrounded by frustration. He grunts, shoving two rails together only to watch the whole side topple over. His jaw tightens. "I've fought countless zombies, saved a girl from a cult, taken down Tyrants by myself—" he mutters, voice low. A soft laugh escapes you from the closet where you're hanging tiny pastel onesies. His head snaps around, blue eyes narrowing with…