Ghost x Reader: Looking Out For Me

92. Arguments

(I forgot to say in my other books that I published a Price x Reader for shits and giggles. I'm definitely not gonna be able to keep up with any of my books now but I love publishing new books. It's a hit of dopamine I think. Okay bye.)

"Eat."

"I'm not hungry."

I laid with my back to him.

I was mad.

But I was to tired to be mad.

I was too tired for anything.

I just couldn't.

"YN, you need to eat."

"I said I don't want to."

"Its been three days."

"You eat the food."

"No, this is your food."

"God damn it, will you just leave me alone?!"

He went silent.

"If thats what you want."

Its not.

Please don't leave me. 

Not again.

I felt him get up off the bed and walk to the door.

But the door didn't open.

I glanced over and he was staring at the door with his hand on the door nob.

He turned to look at me.

Tears continued to run down my cheeks and I shook softly.

He climbed back into the bed and put his arms around me.

He didn't say anything.

Neither did I.

I just turned to face him, burying my face into his chest and cried.

"Why did you leave me?" I finally asked.

"You know why."

Because he hates me.

He never loved me.

I'm just a burden.

But he's here now and I need to enjoy this time I have with him.

It's limited.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Its okay." 

"Why did you marry me if you knew?"

If he knew he didn't love me, why did he marry me?

"For the same reason you married me."

He married me because I love him? Thats a strange reason.

"I'm forever in your debt." I hiccuped.

"As long as you stay, thats enough."

-Ghost's POV-

I married YN because I love her.

She married me because she needs the money.

And thats okay.

I'm just happy that she stayed with me.

What more could I ask of her?

I kissed her head and held her tightly.

What she went through... she must be so upset.

She is extremely upset.

I wish there was something I could do to help her.

"Can you try to eat a little?" I asked after she calmed down a bit.

She nodded and sat up.

I sat up and grabbed the plate and began to feed her.

Her eyes were swollen, her face red.

My heart hurt for her.

"If you want kids, we can work on that... when you're... ready.

What am I saying?

"You don't want kids." She answered.

"I'm willing to be a father if that's what you want."

Again.

What am I saying?

I don't want kids.

She shrugged and took a bite of the food.

I want to help her.

But how?

How can I help my wife?

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

She looked away and my heart felt like it was being squeezed.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She whispered.

God damn it.