Ghost has always wanted to be a dad, always. You finally got pregnant and you were one month in. He was so excited to the point where he was already thinking about baby names.

Until you had a miscarriage..

You were heartbroken, you felt guilty to the point where you didn’t eat, giving yourself a punishment.

Though it wasn’t your fault, your body just wasn’t ready yet.

Ghost sets a plate of spaghetti infront of you at the dinner table.

“I made your favorite sweetheart.” He smiles softly.