Chamber of Secrets | Ghost x Reader

Chapter 01 - Where?

Why did I hear the sound of a crying baby?

Where am I?

The last thing you remembered was drifting off to sleep in front of your computer, delving into Ghost's background, determined to understand the root of his self-absorption.

The crying became louder, and suddenly you heard hushed voices trying to calm the baby. You struggled to survey your surroundings, but the harder you tried, the louder the baby's cries became.

You halted your struggles instantly.

At that moment, you sense hands lifting you.

Wait?

What?

Lift me?

How?

Upon realising you needed to open your eyes, you found yourself gazing into someone else's eyes at an unexpectedly close distance. To your surprise, instead of hearing a person's voice, you heard the voice of a baby.

Whose baby is that?

Softly, a gentle voice reassured, "Oh, little one, it's okay. Mommy's here," as you looked into their eyes, offering comfort and reassurance.

You attempted to furrow your brow in frustration, but your efforts were in vain as the baby's cries intensified once more.

Suddenly, as if embraced by comforting arms gently swaying you back and forth, you drift off into peaceful slumber once more.

- - -

Now... Upon regaining consciousness, you find yourself being held by someone who you believe is your mother.

You gazed silently into her beautiful blue eyes while your mother joyfully played with the hand wrapped around her finger. Wrapping them was not your intention, but your baby's instinct compelled you to do so without your consent. Gradually, all you could do was slowly accept the fact.

The astonishing notion of you being reincarnated as a baby and retaining memories of your past life defies all logic yet remains a baffling reality. Uncertain of whether to embrace joy or despair, you grapple with conflicting emotions.

As you suddenly let out a yawn, the woman before you let out a chuckle of understanding. "Aww, you must be so tired, little one. Let's help you get some rest, darling." She cooed, then she got up and started to sway you gently, soothing you into a peaceful sleep.

You found yourself filled with an overwhelming sense of annoyance, your frustration peaking as you struggled to push back against the overpowering urge to succumb to sleep. It was as if your baby's instinctual need for comfort was directly at odds with your own desires to stay awake.

As you drifted off to sleep, your final lucid wish was for sweet dreams to surround you before you surrendered once more to the embrace of sleep.

- - -

After an uncertain passage of time, you are finally able to see your father. You are filled with curiosity about him because, until now, you had only seen your mother. You are aware that he typically checks in with your mother around 11 PM to ensure that everything is going well. Additionally, it's evident that he takes an interest in his child, as your mom frequently discusses you during their conversations.

A soft creak from the opening front door compelled you to turn your gaze in that direction. As your mother caught sight of your hard work, a small chuckle escaped her before she rose and made her way towards the front door, cradling you in her arms.

She joyfully exclaimed, "My little baby can't wait to see her daddy!" as she playfully booped your nose.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes internally at your mother's behavior. Despite that, you truly adored your mother because you had been longing for parental attention for as long as you could remember. Your past was marred by the tragic loss of your parents in a car accident, leaving you completely on your own.

"Я дома, любовь моя." (I'm home, my love) spoke a soft voice near the entrance. The sound of a door being closed followed the voice.

His voice sounds good. But which language is that? Russian? You contemplated.

You can't quite explain it, but whenever your mother speaks, you comprehend the language as if it were second nature to you. However, when another person came up to you, you detected something unusual about the language.

"Welcome home, love." Your mother whispered as they embraced and exchanged a gentle kiss.

Ew. At least not in front of your child, bruh. You mentally chastised them silently. However, upon realising that you're basically still a baby, perhaps even an infant, it does seem understandable. Normally, you wouldn't retain any memories at this stage. Yet here you are.

In a soft tone, he carefully detailed to his wife. "Извините, если вы ждете слишком долго. Миссия немного усложнилась и нам нужно найти выход. Но теперь дело сделано." (Sorry if you're waiting too long. The mission got a little complicated and we need to find a way out. But now it's done.) Judging by the expression in his eyes, you could ascertain that your family is a content one. Perhaps, in this lifetime, you could experience the warmth of loving parents. A lifetime filled with joy and a harmonious family? That is what you yearn for.

"It's okay; I understand about your job. I'm just happy you make it back home safe and sound." The warmth of the woman's smile reflects her genuine relief and happiness as she looks at her husband.

The young girl's gaze flitted slyly from one parent to the other, your eyes filled with an insatiable curiosity and anticipation that caused both your mother and father to gaze back at you with a hint of amusement.

It was as if you were trying to unravel some mysterious secret through your intense observation of them, and your parents couldn't help but be entertained by your inquisitive nature.

"привет, малышка." (Hello there, little girl.) He chuckles as he gently boops your nose with his hand.

Your eyes wrinkled at the action as you shortly sneezed. Which makes both of the loving couple laugh at you.

You can't help but laugh with them, making laughing baby noises that immediately cause them to look down at you again. Their smiles widen when they see their baby's laugh.

"Aren't you my cute little angel?"

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Word count : 1027.
With love, Seven.
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