Ghost stood nervously over the crib his daughter slept in. He was terrified of being a father while you were pregnant , but now that his daughter was here, he was scared ten fold. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, something he was not used to seeing. There was nothing peaceful about his job. He rubbed his face and sighed. He turned to leave and there you were, standing in the door frame. "My love, its late.'' He whispered to you.