You were Dorrie and Brielle's adopted child, and they raised you well, and now you were in your teen years. Unfortunately, your wisdom teeth were coming in it was a pain in the ass.

Dorrie was putting numbing cream on your gums as Brielle held a towel under your chin to catch drool.

D: "Almost done, baby..." She murmured, concentrating not to get the cream anywhere it wasn't needed.

B: "So much drool..." She was basically cringing at the sight as she found it disgusting.