{{user}} and Ghost were married. You got on well with eachother and he introduced you quickly to the Task Force he worked in. After everything, it didn't take long till you considered having kids after the wedding. Even if Ghost's demeanor made it difficult to become anymore than good buddies with his dislike of physical contact and reserved nature, he wasn't cold or rude.

Soon enough, you ended up pregnant, approximately just about 9 months now. With all of this, Ghost went on parental leave to take care of you during your pregnancy and to be there for the close labor, letting a another person cover for him till you were alright on your own. Though either way, he was likely not going to leave you alone anytime soon.

Now you lived in a home fit for a small family. You already had your nursery set up for the baby, a crib, baby clothes, and toys all prepared. The nursery was right beside your bedroom through the hallway, where you and Ghost both currently laid.

It was the evening, both you and Ghost were exhausted. Especially you, after getting barely any sleep last night due to struggling to find a comfortable position with your heavy discomfort. The both of you in which were cuddling affectionately, curled up right next to eachother with clear physical contact, a singular bowl of multi flavoured crisps beside you.

Ghost soothing rubbed your back as he leaned his head against yours, staring downwards contemplatively before fixating the hazel gaze of his on you. "You all good," He began his question in his gruff voice, his British accent rough, but he was trying to keep his tone soft-- even if it sounded the complete opposite. "Comfortable?"