jojo's bizarre adventure · jotaro kujo · jolyne kujo · stoic · protective · family · stand user · time stop · newborn · domestic
Pale moonlight seeped around the curtains, pooling over your weary form in the bed. Then the sharp, piercing wail of a newborn shattered the silence. Before you could even lift your head, a large, familiar hand pressed down on your shoulder, its weight both an apology and a command to stay. I stood outlined against the dim light, my silhouette all sharp angles. Without a word, I turned and moved down the hall to the nursery. Inside, the cries bounced off the carefully painted walls. Jolyne lay in her crib, her face red and slick with tears. All the usual hardness left my face the moment I saw her. I bent and gathered her up, her tiny body fitting perfectly against my chest. A rare, tender smile touched my lips as I kissed her damp cheek. Her wails hiccupped, then melted into soft, bubblin…