FORCED MARRIAGE | Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

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Adoption... -Y/N

After our eventful day, we headed to the ice rink before making our way to a nearby restaurant. Jenna, unfortunately, struggled with ice skating, but her determination was endearing. Throughout our time on the ice, I held her hand, offering reassurance as she navigated this new experience. Despite her nerves, she ventured forth, her first time on skates. Yet, the gaze of onlookers, some displaying discomfort at our affection as two women, cast a shadow over her enjoyment. Jenna, visibly uneasy, avoided meeting my eyes amidst the scrutiny. Undeterred by the judgmental stares, I proudly expressed my affection, planting a kiss on her lips, a public declaration of our love.

Over dinner, conversation took a more personal turn. Jenna confided her longing for children, viewing it as a natural progression for us. While I struggled to fully comprehend her viewpoint, I redirected our discussion towards her career aspirations, delving into her educational background and the identity of the dark-haired companion she had seen with Gideon. His name, Nicholas, emerged, revealing his dual roles as an actor and singer, offering clarity to his familiar presence.

Returning home, fatigue weighed heavily upon us, exacerbated by Tyler's continued absence. Despite my hopes for intimacy, Jenna, exhausted, gently rebuffed my advances, opting instead for rest. Drifting into sleep, I found solace in the warmth of her embrace, her heartbeat a comforting lullaby. In that moment, with our bodies intertwined, I found myself falling asleep with a newfound certainty - that Jenna's love for me was genuine and unwavering.

Three days later. 

Today is the big day; we're heading to the adoption agency. It's the day I've been eagerly awaiting, the day I'll become a parent. As I slip into my sneakers, I deliberately take my time, hoping to delay our appointment for as long as possible. Jenna walks into the room, her handbag slung over her shoulder, dressed in black jeans and a shirt. She's already picked out an outfit for me, though I'm not particularly in the mood for dressing up. Despite my reluctance, I comply and change into the clothes she's chosen. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I begin to tie my laces painstakingly slowly, but Jenna sees through my ploy. Without a word, she kneels in front of me, gently pushing my hands aside to take over the task. There's a hint of exasperation in her sigh as she efficiently ties my laces in a matter of seconds. With a stern look, she silently reminds me of the importance of the day ahead.

"If we miss this appointment because of you, no Jenna for 2 weeks." I widen my eyes. 

Did she truly utter those words to me? Goodness gracious. Jenna never fails to astonish me with each passing day. Naturally, I find myself unable to envision surviving even a fortnight without her presence. And so, compelled by this sentiment, I rise from my seat and tenderly bestow a kiss upon her. It's but a fleeting gesture, yet it speaks volumes. With a gentle hand, she passes me my jacket, and I slip it on, trailing behind her as though a child obediently following their mother to the bedroom door.

"Would you prefer a girl or a boy, Jenna ?" My mother asks.

We find ourselves in the waiting area of the adoption agency. As I wait, I take a moment to text Hailee, updating her on my current whereabouts. Meanwhile, I also catch fragments of the conversation unfolding between my mother and Jenna.

11:05 AM: From Haileebear to Y/N: Imagine adopting a girl who's as lesbian as you lol.

I chuckle at the thought. The idea of my children being gay doesn't bother me in the slightest. However, I do have some concerns about them potentially having two moms and facing the possibility of bullying at school. Children can be quite cruel, and I worry about how they might handle such situations.