Being retired was a wonderful experience, even more so when you shared it with someone you loved.

Ghost was lying down reading a book, reading glasses as he remained silent, wrapped up to the waist in the soft, fluffy sheets chosen by him, a soft wool vest covering his torso. You walked in lazily and laid down on him.

"Tired, honey?"

He murmured with that deep voice and a small smile, without looking at you at all, remaining in his reading.