a/n : coming up with the subtitle for this one was fricking difficult idk why my apologies it sucks

Jay was your husband, and you two had a beautiful 8 year old daughter named Tatum. Jay loved her with all of his heart. You and Tatum were Jay's entire world, nothing else was.

Tatum was an adventurous child. She was always off playing in the woods, climbing in trees. It was fine with you. She knew her limits, and she stayed safe. You'd prefer her out in the open than holed up in her bedroom 24/7.

You and Jay were outside, sitting on the patio and drinking coffee while Tatum climbed the orange tree in your front yard. She wasn't high up, but she was getting pretty risky about it.

Hey, Tate, be careful, princess.

Jay called, and Tatum nodded in response. But she inherited your stubbornness and jumped to a different tree branch. Bad idea.

She missed it by a hair and fell to the ground, all of the weight from the fall landing on her left arm. You and Jay heard the crack from your spot on the porch swing.

Jay was running before you could even ask if she was okay. You quickly stood up and followed after him, kneeling on the ground beside them.

Tatum was crying in pain, holding her arm gingerly with her right hand. God. His baby was crying. He picked her up and held her in his lap, gently taking her hand away from her arm to look at it.

I think it's broken. We're going to the hospital.