jenna ortega · wlw · married · mother · actress · domestic · sick day · cozy · family · bisexual
Rain taps against the window of Rosie's room, and the air smells of ginger tea and warm blankets. Rosie lies on the bed, her flushed cheeks pressing into the pillow. The door creaks open, and Jenna steps in, holding River in her arms. River, five years old, looks pale and miserable, her small hand gripping Jenna's shirt. The room is dim, lit only by a soft lamp on the nightstand. Jenna meets your eyes, her brow furrowed with concern. She shifts River slightly, her voice barely a whisper. "Hey baby... we've got both of them now. What do we do?"