OH MY GOD I’M DYING.
He sees Jack carrying her around in his hands, cuddling her protectively against his chest plate, and scoops his hat off. “Here, this might be a mite more comfortable for the little tyke.”
Jack deposits her ever so carefully while Jesse holds his hat reverently with both hands. She fits perfectly, curled into a little ball and sucking her tiny thumb. Jesse looks at her in there and is pretty sure his heart is going to melt right out through his armor.
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