Trauma Bonds (Mirrored Souls Book 2) Jenna Ortega Love Story

Chapter 1

China POV

It's been 3 months since Emerald was born, and ever since then, it's been like I've fallen in love with my wife all over again. She is an amazing mother, and I'm just going to be honest with you: I am terrified of holding a baby that small, so Jenna does mostly everything. She is so tiny to me, and she is only 3 months old. She is spoiled rotten already, and when I say she has a personality that is to die for, she always has that creepy look in her eyes that she gets when she's about to spazz out. She got that from Jenna, because I know that face all too well.

"Baby, can you bring me the diaper bag?" Jenna said she was walking up to me, bouncing little Emerald slightly in her arms. Emmy was lying there whining, probably because she needed a diaper change.

"Yes, of course." I said getting up and getting on of the many diaper bags in this house. We keep one in every room for quick access when needed. I hand them to her as I make it back over to her. Jenna walked her and the baby over to the couch and gently placed her down on the towel, which I guess she had already laid out.

"You are a lifesaver." Jenna said and sat beside Emmy so she couldn't get off the couch. Jenna was exhausted. I am helping her as much as I can, but being that she carried the baby, the baby craves her attention 24/7. Sometimes I wish she would go back to sleeping too much.

"How about this?" I said, going to sit carefully on the arm of the couch behind Jenna. " You rest today."

Jenna looked at me like I had grown two heads, and I chuckled because it was honestly funny.

"Honey, as much as I would love to do that, I'm a mom. I've got to breastfeed her. " Jenna said as she placed a clean diaper on Emmy after cleaning her up. "Here, make yourself useful."

Jenna handed me the dirty diaper to throw in the trashcan. I chuckled because that is not what I meant. I did as I was asked and put it in the diaper disposal.

"Jenna, you need to rest, or I'm going to call your girlfriend over." I said, chuckling and looking at Jenna's instant excited expression.

"Speaking of, why hasn't she been over to see her child?" Jenna asked with a smirk, and I chuckled. Let me fill you in on the last three months. Jenna that night, when we got to the hospital, was excited to see me and Isis. Isis herself told her the same thing that she told me about liking us. That kind of took a bad turn for a second because, after she told us, she stopped coming around for like a week or two. Then we understood why when we saw her blowing up on the Internet. She is a drill rapper, and I must admit she is good. Isis eventually came back, and she stayed the night a few nights when Jenna first got home to help out. She still does at random times, but that is just to spend time as a family, as she puts it. Emmy is attached to her too. Sometimes, when neither I nor Jenna can get her to stop, we know it's just because she misses Isis. Now, regarding us and our weird situation, I think Jenna has truly caught some type of feeling for Isis. Since Isis told us both things have gone smoothly, there are no hard feelings or anything, but I am concerned about where they are expecting this to go.

"Maybe you should call her then. That way I can snitch and tell her you were being mean earlier." I said I was sticking my tongue out at my wife.

Jenna rolled her eyes, picking up Emmy, turning to me, and holding her out to me. I got instantly nervous. I'm so scared because she is so small that I am going to hurt her. I know it's stupid, but it's true. Jenna nodded her head to the seat beside her, and I moved the towel and obliged. Once I was beside her, Jenna stood up with the baby in front of me. She then gently placed Emerald in my arms. She never removed her arms from underneath Emerald, so her arms were laying on top of mine, and she helped me so I wouldn't be so nervous.

"You'll get it, baby. Besides, she is getting bigger by the day." Jenna said she was reassuring me so I don't feel like the worst parent to ever exist.

"I just feel like a horrible parent; I can't even hold my child without help. I sighed, running my fingers through my short hair.

"Don't you dare beat yourself up for that, China Ortega-McClain." Jenna said sternly, I guess I pissed her off because I lifted the baby out of my arms and started walking towards the other couch.

"I mean, Jenna, it's pathetic." I said as I watched her sit across from me, rocking Emerald gently in her arms again. She looked down at her like she was her greatest creation. The love in her eyes was obvious. Our little girl stole her heart the moment she saw her.

"China, just stop it, okay?" Jenna sighed. "I don't want to hear those lies you are talking about.

Jenna suffered very bad postpartum depression after giving birth. I unfortunately couldn't help her through, but you know who did, Isis.

"I'm sorry, okay." I said as I noticed that look of love turn into sadness in an instance. I had triggered her depression. I got up and sat beside her on the other couch. It's hard to say anything about it triggering Jenna at this point. She is very sensitive, and I am not the best at handling that. I wrapped my arms around her upper body so I wouldn't harm the baby. She leans into my body as I feel her shiver, like she is about to break down and cry. She never did, though; she just used her finger to twirl circles in our daughter's hair.

"Can you call Isis?" Jenna said this and looked up at me with hopeful eyes and a weak smile. " I kind of miss her; Emmy does too."

"Of course, baby. I'll be right back." I said I was getting up and bending down to kiss Jenna's lips and the baby's forehead. As I left out, I wonder what is really becoming of this ISIS situation. I adore my wife so much, but I will admit that my intentions when I first met Isis weren't very good. Things have progressed so fast. As I got my phone, I went to the contact label "Spice with a bunch of kissy face emoji, and I hit call. My call was answered on the second ring.

"Hey, hubby, what are you doing?" Isis said it jokingly on the phone.

"Doing my husband's duties and telling you that you have been summoned by mommy bear and baby bear," I chuckled, and Isis chuckled wickedly.

"Does Daddy Bear want me there too?" Isis said it seductively. That's another thing Isis is starting to become a lot more bold about what she really wants. I honestly almost quivered instantly in response, but I had to stop myself.

"Ice," I said, trying to find words to make her stop. The thing is, this woman actually has an effect on me.

"Fine, be a prude," Isis sighs, sounding upset at my response. "I'm on my way. Tell your wife and child that I will be there soon."

"Ice, are you upset with me?" I asked before she could hang up on me.

"Why would I be upset that you are a married woman?" Isis said it in a sarcastic tone.

"Well, you sound upset," I said, still confused as hell.

"I'll see you in a bit." Isis said, and the call ended automatically after I shook my head, confused as hell, as I walked back into the living room, seeing both Jenna and the baby sleeping on the couch. I swear, I don't know what is going to happen, but I know that Jenna Ortega McClain is the love of my life.