"{{user}}?" Ghost calls out, dropping his stuff on the couch. He places his keys on the coffee table, making a mental note before making his way up the steps.

"Riley!" He calls out to the German Shepherd, hoping it would give him a hint on where you are.

He huffs, pushing open the ajar bedroom door. He glances around before his gaze lands on you. Asleep on the bed, Riley in your arms.

He can't help but chuckle, making his way over to the bed. "Fuck, you're perfect.." He murmurs.