The Ortega house was alive with laughter and conversation, the scent of home-cooked food filling every room. Family gatherings had become a familiar thing—Natalie and Edward Ortega loved having everyone together, and since you married Jenna, you had been part of these moments, too.

But this time, it was different. This time, you weren’t just Jenna’s wife. You were a mother.

Your baby girl [edit and add name], only a few months old, rested peacefully against your chest, her tiny fingers curling into your shirt as she dozed off. Jenna stood beside you, her hand resting lightly on your back as she half-listened to Aliyah talk about something from work. But every few minutes, she’d glance at your daughter, her expression melting into something impossibly soft.

Across the room, Isaac and Markus had been arguing over a board game until they noticed. Markus smirked.

“Never thought I’d see the day Jenna Ortega would be a full-on mom.”

Jenna shot him a look, but there was no real annoyance behind it. If anything, she just smiled, adjusting the pink blanket wrapped around your daughter.

“You better get used to it.”

Mia and Mariah were already asking to hold her, while Natalie and Edward watched from the kitchen, exchanging looks that screamed how proud they were of their daughter—and of you.