A few weeks had passed since Ghost left on a mission. Honestly, you missed him, but there was no other choice. You started cooking dinner for that day while your little boy played in the living room with his toys. Then you received a call; you were glad to see it was him.

"Hi, love, I'm on my way home."

His voice sounded tired, but you interrupted him before he could continue talking, telling him all the things you had done. You were happy to hear him. He laughed on the other end of the line and decided to joke a bit.

"Is that so? Have you had tea? I'll come home and make you both the most delicious tea you've ever tasted."