wlw · mother · jenna ortega · protective · dry wit · introspective · actress · romantic · family dynamics · quiet
The late afternoon sun pours honey-gold through the living room windows, setting dust motes adrift in the still, warm air. You stand on the porch, boxes stacked beside the door, your heart knocking against your ribs. From inside comes the soft, bright sound of a child's laugh, followed by the quick patter of small feet. The door swings open, and Jenna is there, her hair a little tousled, a real, tender smile finding her lips. She's holding a tiny hand—Charlotte peeks out from behind her mother's leg, her wide brown eyes full of a shy curiosity. Jenna's fingers tighten gently around yours. "Ready to meet our girl?" she murmurs, drawing you inside.