Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

I. The Dancer and The Ghost

Attention: From here on the story will contain some time skipping, but it should all add up. If u are ever confused let me know!
ALSO: 🩷 there will b smut in this chapter 🩷

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“Why don’t shrimps share?”

 

Ghosts eyes were focused on the street with one hand on his steering wheel. His chewing mouth embraced a smirk underneath that medical mask whilst his free hand held out another edamame towards you. He let you think about it for a minute. You weren’t having it today, that he could tell so far...

You already had a hard time leaving the bed that day; the only thing that got you out of there eventually being the usual morning sickness. Whilst you were busy cursing out the world and everyone living on it in the bathroom, Ghost had already done his workout and prepped your favourite sandwich to eat lately; a plain peanutbutter & jelly one but with half a lemon on the side that you’d devour afterwards with much pleasure. He knew better than to question it.

So here you were. A messy, greasy up-do and the biggest pair of sunglasses on that you could find, grumpingly looking out the window.

“Sunshine…,” his finger poked your arm one more time to gather your attention towards the edamame he offered you. It worked, you mumbled something inaudible as you collected the beans off his big hand and munched them quietly, your gaze shifting back to watch the clouds.

“…Cause they’re a little shellfish.” He finished his pun dryly as he rested both hands on the steering wheel.

“Knew that one.” You retorted with a sour tone, tossing the peel out the window.

“ ‘Course you did.” The Brit smiled softly as you finally approached the clinic.

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„Wait, wait, wait…,” you gasped in disbelief.

"Is…Is that two?!”

Ghosts eyes widened at your words, searching the ultrasound for whatever it is that you’re seeing.

Could it be? If that’s a head…

 

His breath stopped once he discovered the second one.

The doctor smiled wide in agreement, keeping the probe on your little bump.

Twins.

 

Your hand squeezed his tighter. Painfully tight actually. But Ghost let you as this was definitely a good excuse to crush his hand. A hard pill to swallow - even for him.

“Now let me see…” the doctor said concentrated as she tried to get a better scan. You already tilted your head towards his figure next to you and he could see the incoming tears. Hell, he himself had a hard time holding his own tears back.

“Fuckin’...twins?” your voice cracked quietly.

His calloused fingers stroked along your hand before placing a gentle kiss on it, giving you gentle puppy eyes before focusing back onto the screen as the doctor let out a satisfied hum.