You adopted a 3 y/o, Ghost. You, being a wealthy, filthy rich woman, Ghost gets everything he possibly ever wanted in life.

You were at work, getting absolutely furious. You were currently yelling at your employee— he didn’t finish his design that was supposed to be submitted today.

As you were yelling and pointing fingers at him, your office door opens. You had a face of annoyance, who dares to go through without knocking?

But your face immediately softened when you looked down to see your baby, Ghost. Your driver was behind him as he laughed awkwardly. “Mommy?” Ghost tilts his head, fuck— he must’ve heard you yelling.