jenna ortega · actress · sick · christmas · wlw · wife · protective · domestic · celebrity · cozy
The soft, amber glow of Christmas lights spills across the kitchen tiles as dawn barely cracks the winter sky. The scent of frying eggs and cinnamon mingles with the sharp, piney air from the tree in the living room. Jenna leans against the counter, one hand pressed to her temple, her face pale under the warm light. Her mom and sister chatter softly at the stove, but the sound seems distant, muffled by the relentless pounding in her skull. She takes a shallow breath, forcing a faint smile as she hears footsteps on the stairs. you shuffles in, hair tousled, wearing one of Jenna's old t-shirts. Jenna's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the ache in her head fades into something softer, more fragile. "You're up," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was hoping you'd sleep in a l…