Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Play Pretend

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“But where is papa!!!” Marla stomped furiously. No matter which answer you’d throw her way, she wouldn’t accept it.

“Marla I…Daddy is really busy…Sometimes adults need some time apart, and-” before you could finish your sentence the toddler already started to cry. You sighed and took her in your arms, letting the pot simmer behind you.

“Hey princess, hey…”

Once your daughter would start to cry it was over. She sure had a loud organ and would cry her whole heart out if she had to, and it’s gotten only more ever since the break-up. Who could blame her when she’d hear her mother cry herself to sleep every night since.

You held her close and let her sob into your shoulder as you continued stirring the soup you were trying to cook.

A satisfied humming was heard behind you. It was coming from Archy who was dancing down the stairs with a picture he just finished drawing.

Please, not right now.

“Mommmeeeyyy looky!” he walked up to his sleep-deprived, overwhelmed mother that was in the midst of a break-up. His mother, that had already fucked up their dinner and was now trying to at least cook a plain soup out of what they had left.

“I’m really busy right now, darling.” You said, wipping Marla up and down slowly as she would not stop screaming.

“I drew shparrow!”

“Sparrow, baby…” you corrected him with a distressed tone. The volume of your daughter’s cries became unbearable. You tried to let her down but she would only cling onto you and not let go, even pulling on your hair as you tried to get her off of you. After telling her repeatingly to let go, you heard the soup overcook and spill all over the stove.

“Mommy look!” Archy again.

It’s too much.

“ARCHY, NOT NOW! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT YOUR SISTER IS CRYING?! THAT I’M TRYING TO COOK DINNER FOR US?!”

The boy lowered the paper that he held and looked at you with his big, hazel eyes. Those damned Riley eyes. You watched them dwell up with tears, tearing your heart apart in that very moment. Marla stopped protesting as soon as you raised your voice and sobbed silently next to her brother now. Seeing them both like this…

“I’m sorry baby, I…” you rushed to take the pot off the stove but when you turned around again to comfort Archy, he was already running back to his room. Your lips were trembling. You fucked up. You fucked all of this up and now had to carry the consequences of your own actions. You fell on your knees in the middle of the kitchen and sniffled quietly. Ghost was gone, you had two energetic toddlers and the task to figure out your future plans alone now.

“Mommy…” Marla sat down next to you, trying her best to comfort you by placing her chubby hand on your thigh.

“I’m sorry Marla…I’m so sorry…” the guilt of leaving Ghost ate you from the inside out. This was all your fault.

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The feeling of moist skin gliding along his woke him up. Ghost opened his heavy eyes as he felt your warmth settle into the bed, searching for the lieutenant. The smell of his pine-scented shower gel enmeshed you completely. He let you get comfortable as he was still trying to comprehend what’s happening.

Once you reached his apartment after your...incident in the club, you disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. He gave you the keys for the empty apartment on his floor, the one you once bought additionally to have more space for your family. Whilst Ghost did appreciate you both reconnecting and knowing you close, he sure did not want to pressure you into having to share the bed with him. The apartment across from his was still in the same state that you left it in after the break-up. You had both turned it into a studio-space and office-type of situation. One half was occupied with Ghosts personal gym and a mirrored wall for you to practise your shows, the other half had a bed, desk and what not. Back in the days you’d use it whenever you and Ghost had a fight, which wasn’t quite often but would occur.