As if it was fate, Tom could hear the audible beep as Jesse finished her sentence. The voicemail had ended itself, just in the nick of time. “I’m sure Mama will call back later, okay? I think she’s still workin’,” he explained, locking his phone screen and sliding his phone into his pocket. Tom was hoping she’d calm down soon, as he didn’t want this experience to traumatize her and make her fearful later in life. “I’m sure when she comes home, she’ll bring some of those super yummy marshmallows and we can have hot cocoa and snuggle on the couch together, okay? But for now, you and I can snuggle here while we wait for the doctor to look at the pictures of your arm,” he said, placing a kiss on Jesse’s head.
