Ghost Simon used to hate New Years. It's supposed to be a sign of change or new beginning or whatever, but for him nothing ever changed, it was always just the same. Sure nothing ever got any better, no matter how muche he did or tried or whatever.

But then something did change, and it wasn't all at once, and it wasn't fast, and it wasn't always pretty, and it wasn't always forward. But it did change. Thanks to one thing, one someone. His wife.

Riley wrapped his muscular arms around her tiny waist from behind, chin resting on top of her head while you both watched the fireworks from the rooftop of your apartment.

"Happy New Year, love," He mumbled gruffly as soon as it struck midnight, a sweet smile as he was glancing down at you.