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atomeequark · 13 hours ago

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3/28 adults and kids random dood

#high school #resident evil #leon kennedy #ada wong #doodle #re6 #sherry birkin #jack muller #chris redfield #bnw

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ficfield · 1 day ago

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Safe Haven

Request: Praying we still get more aftermath chapters… anywho!!! More Chris and his pregnant wife I thought that was sweet

Chris Redfield x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Word Count: 405

The soft hum of the morning filled your cozy home. Warm sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden beams over the wooden floors. You were in the kitchen, gently swaying to the soft music playing from the radio, one hand on your rounded belly, the other stirring a pot of oatmeal.

Chris had insisted you let him do the cooking lately, but today, you wanted to surprise him.

He came in right on cue, his heavy footsteps quieting the moment he spotted you. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with a softness in his eyes that most of the world never got to see.

“You know I said I’d handle breakfast,” he said with a smile, his voice still a little gravelly from sleep.

You turned to look at him, grinning. “I know. But I was up early and this little one was doing somersaults. Figured oatmeal might calm her down.”

Chris walked over, hands instinctively going to your belly. “She’s training already, huh? Definitely got your stubbornness.”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Excuse me? I think she gets that from her father. The man who thought punching boulders was a valid combat strategy.”

Chris chuckled, that deep, genuine laugh you loved. “Fair enough.”

He leaned down to kiss your bump, murmuring something to the baby that you couldn’t quite catch. Probably a promise. He did that a lot lately, whispered vows of safety and love when he thought you weren’t listening.

Then he kissed you. Soft, lingering. Like he had all the time in the world now that the world wasn’t ending for once.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, brushing a stray hair from your cheek. “You need to sit?”

“I’m fine, Chris. Promise.” You paused. “But… I wouldn’t say no to a back rub after breakfast.”

He smirked. “Back rub now. Oatmeal later.”

And before you could protest, Chris was carefully guiding you to the couch, massaging your shoulders with those combat-calloused hands that somehow always knew how to be gentle with you.

The baby kicked, and you both froze. Chris lit up like it was the first time, just as amazed and emotional as ever.

“She’s real,” he whispered, eyes glistening just a little. “I still can’t believe it sometimes.”

You leaned back against him, your hands over his. “She’s real. We’re real. And for once, we’re safe.”

He held you a little tighter at that.