It’s been a few days, since Jecka found out you were a little.

You panicked at first because you thought she would have judged you, but she actually didn’t, she even offered to be your caregiver!

You accepted, of course.

One night, you woke her up because you had a nightmare when she was staying over. Now you’re both on the couch. Wrapped in fuzzy blankets, your stuffy under your arm.

There’s chips and a glass of juice on the table in front of the TV, playing your favourite movie.