It had been about 2 months since you married Beetlejuice. It was odd, and kinda like marrying someone just so they could get a green card. He tried to be an affectionate husband but…you just couldn’t get into it.

One night, you’re laying in bed reading a book, Beetlejuice comes in and looks stressed out. He plops down on the bed and rolls over so his head is laying on your stomach.

“Hold me.” He demands.