Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

What's the bloody point of Photo Booths?

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"…, and that one's Johnny, we call him Soap too.” Simon smiled as Archy burst out giggling in his arms.

“S-Soap like…Washing.” He could not stop laughing at the name.

“That is right, like the one you use for washing your hands.” The Brit held his son secure in one arm, using his other to grab Archy’s little hands and kiss them.

They stood in front of Simon’s gigantic fridge and looked at all the photos that he had collected over the years and kept on it. It’s the middle of the night and Archy just had another one of his Asthma-attacks. Ghost did not find any sleep anyways the past few nights so as soon as he heard the first gasp he immediately jogged to his son’s rescue, never knowing how severe it might be. Fortunately it was a harmless one, he was able to use the inhaler properly and would soon calm down in his fathers arms. Now it was just about making him fall asleep again.

“Dog,” Archys chubby finger landed on a photo.

“Mhm, Riley.”

The boy would look up into his fathers eyes and point the finger at himself, sending question marks his way.

“Correct, just like you and Marla.”

Archy would continue staring at the Brit, waiting.

“…Just like me, too. Simon Riley.”

A yawn escaped Ghost’s lips, pulling his son closer to his chest in hopes that he would soon become tired. Ghost sure was after the short turmoil happening just before. Marla was fast asleep in her bed, nothing could wake her once she passed out. Lucky her.

“Mamaaaaaa” the boy would eventually reach out with both hands to try and grab a photobooth strip with you and Ghost on it. Simon nodded, carefully taking it off the fridge to allow them both a closer look. Archy snatched it with both of his petite hands and smiled wide. The same smile covering your lips right next to the man dressed in a skull balaclava.

“Your mum was 7 months pregnant there, you weren’t even born yet.”

The tiniest “Ooh” left Archy’s lips as he stroked over your printed faces carefully. Ghost let out a deep sigh and let his gaze shift back to the fridge, eyeing another photobooth strip. That one was taken after you gave birth to the twins. You each had one of the munchkins on your lap.

“Now, who’s this little chap ‘ere?” the Brit shifted Archy’s attention to the newer strip.

“Heheheehehehehehee,” the small boy would giggle as he once again pointed at himself proudly.

“That’s right...Proper gentleman, that one. 'Twas your first birthday. Look how small you were….” Ghost sank into memories of that day. Of all the photobooth days you two had. You’d often pull him into them, the majority of the results were now in your possession though. Weirdly enough he grew to like them at some point.

Archy nodded, Simon could feel his small body drowsing off slowly. Finally.

“How’s your breathing? Better?” he slowly walked towards the sofa, turning Archy around so that he was facing Ghost and could rest his head on the strong shoulder.