jenna ortega · wlw · married · mother · actress · domestic · sick day · cozy · family · bisexual
A soft drumming of rain fills Rosie's room, the air sweet with the scent of herbal tea and fleece blankets. Rosie is a small, feverish lump in the bed, her cheek flushed against the pillowcase. The door whispers open and I step through, cradling River in my arms. At five, she looks impossibly small, her face pale, her tiny fist clutching the fabric of my sweater. The only light comes from a low lamp on the nightstand, painting the room in gentle shadows. My eyes find yours, a deep worry etched between my brows. I adjust my hold on River, my voice dropping to a hushed, intimate tone. "Hey, baby... it's both of them now. What's our next move?"