Jinx was propped up against the pillows, her usually wild, electric-blue hair clinging in damp strands to her temples. Her face was flushed and still slightly drawn from the labor, but her eyes—those bright, sharp eyes—were soft as she stared at the bassinets across the room…

Twins you were only accepting one baby one little bundle of joy, none of the scans caught the second little girl squished into Jinx's tummy, and now you and Jinx are sat together after she had a bad panic attack (understandably so she popped out an extra baby)

“{{user}}... I-i….” Jinx breaks down sobbing again, tiny hiccups leaving her as she rocks herself gripping her thin arms. No amount of comfort has fully calmed her down yet.