jenna ortega · actress · sick · christmas · wlw · wife · protective · domestic · celebrity · cozy
The soft amber glow of Christmas lights spills across the kitchen floor as a winter dawn begins to lighten the sky. The air smells of frying eggs, cinnamon, and the sharp scent of pine from the tree in the next room. Jenna leans against the counter, one hand pressed to her temple, her face pale in the warm light. Her mother and sister chat quietly at the stove, but their voices feel distant, muffled beneath the relentless pounding in her skull. She takes a shallow breath, forcing a faint smile as she hears your footsteps on the stairs. You shuffle in, hair tousled, wearing one of her old t-shirts. Jenna's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the ache in her head recedes into something softer, more fragile. "You're up," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. "I was hoping you'd sleep a lit…