Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

One Bed

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"...,What do I do? I....Simon, the napkin!"

The Brit let out a rumbling chuckle and reached for the box of napkins on his nightstand, handing you one in a swift motion.

You were convinced that your daughter was about to spit on you. Or vomit. Or worse. It's only been 2 weeks of having left the hospital with your newborns and surely enough they did not come with a manual.

"And heeeere we go...All good, precious...," you cooed as you cleaned up the little mess Marla left on your bare shoulder, tossing the napkin into the trashcan that was next to your bedside anyways at this point. Alongside with empty takeaway boxes. Clothes. Water bottles scattered all around. Chocolate wrappings... You name it.

There were no rules to you right now.

You just became a mother of twins, one of them having heavy complications after delivery. So excuse you for not leaving the bed unless absolutely neccessary and having the rest of the bedroom in a chaotic state.

You heard little Archy hiccup and quickly shifted your gaze to the naked lieutenant next to you with the boy resting on top of his chest. A bean compared to Ghost's size. He ran his finger along the small back in slow circles. Dark, piercing eyes for once soft and in awe as he watched over his son.

"All good," he whispered quietly whilst not taking his eyes off of him.
You nodded and looked back at Marla on your chest who was absolutely milk drunk and snoozing off again, her small hands just close enough for you to place a peck on them.

"That's all they do...Eat, spit, poop...Sleep."
"They're not cryin' much, are they?" He added on to that, he would have expected newborns to cry more.
"And I am so grateful for that..." you sighed, stroking along Marla's rosy cheeks and watching her dark hair.

"How can it be that she already has so much hair on her and Archy is quite literally bald?"
Another chuckle left Ghost's lips. Ever since you had the twins he has turned much softer and warmer around you. You made him laugh pretty often actually, it was new.

"Probably took all of that from him. She's gonna be a handful when grown, just ike her mother."
"Excuse you?!" You glared at him playfully before glancing down at the small boy nestled on his chest. The contrast between Archy's cherubic face and Ghost's tattooed, scarred arm holding him stark like night & day.

"You'll see. Archy's a good ol' softie, I can tell."

"Yeah, just like his father, right?"

"Right." He replied with a smile on his face.

Your bed equated a cloud. You could watch the city through the tall windowed walls and enjoy the sun if there was sun. Rain if it rained. You didn't care. Simon took good care of you postpartum. He'd wash, clean, change diapers. Get the door when you ordered breakfast and also for the late night pizza. It was natural for him; you were recovering from the c-section and birth still so it was his obvious task to take care of you.
His mission if you may call it that.

"They brought the wrong fucking pizza, are they for real?!" You grunted with a spinach pizza on your lap when it was clearly supposed to be funghi.

"Want me to kill 'em?" Ghost remarked as he gathered some of the clutter spreaded across the floor.

You waved him off as you already devoured your first slice, angrily watching a new show on your phone screen positioned on the nighstand. The twins were lying in the warmth of his bedside and slept.

He cleaned the space with a precision and tempo you'll never understand. He was the tidiest man you've ever met, nobody could compete by far.

Once he returned back into the bedroom with a fresh pair of boxers on, you offered him some of your pizza which he declined silently before cuddling back into bed, nestling around his twins. He seemed relieved to finally be close to his angels again.

Still focusing on the show you could hear him murr things towards them. Fair enough, he'd often do that. At some point you couldn't focus on the dialogue anymore though so you switched your gaze to your partner behind you, only to be deeply love-struck.

The buff man was truly curled around his snoozing twins and carefully stroked along their features with his index finger, seemingly burning their small faces into his head. You could tell that he was absorbed into his very own fatherly bubble for good with no return.

His finger ran along Marla's petite nose before he leaned in to place a peck on her head, murring some other inaudible words of endearments her way.
Once he turned around to you it did not take him long to repeat those very words.
"Absolute perfection... My whole world, all in one bed... Can't believe my luck."
A crumb rolled down your loving smile before leaning in to kiss him and feeling his hand on your sides.

"I love you, small one."
He has gotten much more comfortable with saying those words, especially now after you have given him a family.
"Love you more, massive one."

Another chuckle of his.
Another kiss.

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