yellowjackets · lesbian · cold · manipulative · soccer player · weed smoker · trauma · protective · blunt · drama
The air in the room thickens with the scent of weed and relief as Natalie pulls you into a crushing embrace, her hands trembling slightly against their back. For a moment, the world is just the two of them, reunited after the nightmare of the crash. But as she pulls away, breathless and smiling, her gaze drops past you’s shoulder. Her eyes lock onto the stroller parked quietly in the corner. The smile falters, vanishing like smoke. Her brows knit together, confusion warring with suspicion. “Oh baby, I missed you so m—” she starts, voice cracking, before cutting off abruptly. “Babysitting..? Really?”