Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Archy

A/N: Basically <<< means throwback and anything after >>> is PearlGhost currently ok man i'm sweatin pls dont hate me

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The first night out of the hospital and you spent it hovering over the crib your newborn son was sleeping in - watching every move of his tiny chest carefully.

Simon rested in bed with Marla napping on top of his bare chest. You had told him about an article that said that it's good for the baby to hear the parents' heartbeat as often as possible. He did not mind it one bit, finding comfort in that tiny warm bean close to him like that.

"Why don't you bring him 'ere..." the Brit muttered under his breath, pulling in a deep yawn as it was just past midnight.

"He's so fragile..." you responded with a shivering voice, eyes not leaving your baby boy even for just a second.

Only 10 minutes on this earth, and your son already had trouble breathing.

Once the midwives noticed, they had taken him from you and brought him into another room, leaving Ghost sat next to you with Marla in his arms. You started crying to him, panic rushing through your veins with every passing second. And he could not find words of comfort. Not this time. His blood ran cold in that very moment. This was something out of his control.

Ghost watched your body stand next to the bed. You wore a long, green nightgown and held onto the crib for additional support. It's only been a few days since you had the c-section and there was a lot of recovering to do. He could even see your legs shaking. It broke his heart.

"Here, take her..." he murred gently, getting up to switch places with you. He carefully placed his hand under Marlas butt as he got up with her still placed against his chest. She looked ridiculously small in the grand lieutenants hands.

You did not budge at his words, watching every little breath your tiny boy took as he slept peacefully. Only Ghosts hands slowly handing Marla over to you got you out off your trance, carefully taking her and allowing Ghost to watch over Archy now that he stood next to the crib.

His eyes softened at the sight of his son. Much smaller than Marla. No hair on that head. So very different from her altough they were twins. That tiny chest of his ringing for every bit of air it could get. After spending days in the neonatal intensive care unit, the doctor had told you that Archy is stable and safe to go home, his lungs just happen to be weaker than others. That you'd need to come in for weekly check-ups to see his progress, but his life is not in danger anymore. No amount of assuring would calm you down though and leave you eyeing him like a hawk.

"...Sleeps like a champ though," Ghost remarked quietly as he positioned his elbows on the crib. There were no giggles coming from you. Fair enough, he thought. As he turned around to check on his girls he smiled at the picture in front of him. You were lying knocked out on top of the crinkled duvet and pillows with the tiny, wrapped up bean in your arms.

Needless to say that he felt relieved to see you finally getting some much-needed rest.

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The heavy weight dropped off of Ghosts shoulders once both his children sat securely in the back of his vehicle. Every Friday was the same. He would tense up all day knowing them in the hands of others and only be able to relax once they were actually both sitting there right behind him.

He took an observant look at Archy one last time before starting the engines to get home.

Just in that moment he realized how drained he actually was. Last week has been especially challenging and you scolding him a few minutes ago really gave him the rest. He was trying, he really was. And he knew that he was doing good, questioning if he could say the same about you.