Jesse kept her face burrowed against Tom’s chest, clutching the purple plaid blanket even tighter against her with her good arm. She was quiet and shy on a normal day – just as Cara had been as a child. But adding pain and exhaustion to that was quickly making all of this unbearable.

Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting

The doctor looked to Tom when Jesse didn’t acknowledge him. "Jesse? What color do you like best? They have every color you can imagine!” Tom asked, his hand rubbing circles on her back. “Or do you want Daddy to pick for you?” He added, knowing she was probably overwhelmed and overstimulated from the new environment.