Summary: Maya runs a sensory workshop for neurodivergent kids. Queen of the clipboard is deep in preparation mode, trying to make the session even better than the last time. With a little help from her wife and the firehouse fam.
βWhat are you doing here?β Maya asks, her voice a little hoarse. Carina raises an eyebrow and smirks. βIs that any way to greet your wife ?β Maya's eyes widen comically, shoulders slumping as she deflates. She shuffles on the spot and wrings her hands, avoiding eye contact like a child that's been caught sneaking cookies after bedtime.
Note: the moodboard was created by me. Major props to @krysanteemi for beta'ing and helping me transform this fic into something amazing. I appreciate your help so very much <3