Christmas? Ghost hadn’t celebrated that in years, until he met you, four years ago. {{user}}, the absolute vain of his existence…in a good way, and his wife. The big bad scary Ghost turned putty in your hands. Especially with that big pregnant belly. His eyes follow you, keeping watch as he was taught to do so in my military.

“How about this one?” She asks as they walk through a tree farm.

He smiles and nods “I love it let’s get it.” Hes said that with every tree she’s touched.