Chamber of Secrets | Ghost x Reader

Chapter 03 - Moment

Another two years passed, and now you're officially three years old.

You can finally walk, run, talk, and do anything a toddler can do freely. In your own will. 

You're also good at writing, considering you're practically not really a toddler... But you keep it to yourself, not wanting to scare your parents. Instead, you like to scribble down anything in exchange. To hide the fact that you know what's going on around you. 

To keep your memories fresh, since you can start holding a pencil on your own, you started to scribble all the information you remember about the game. Not really forgetting that your father is a damn well-known terrorist. 

But of course, you make it like a baby's drawing. You don't want to alert anyone about you being not really from this world. From this world of games.

You're now in your own room, laying down on your stomach, drawing in your diary that your father always got you when he's coming back from 'his mission'. 

You happily hum as you try to remember how the first act of your father will be in the game you barely even know. You think about it so hard you don't even notice when a presence comes from behind you. 

"What are you drawing there, baby?" A voice you recognised as your father startled you as you jolted a little from your position. 

"I'm sorry, dad didn't mean to startle you, angel." He smiles a little as he gets down and sits beside you. 

"It owkay, dad.. I supwise, I owkay." You said as you got up from your laying position and sat. Smiling at your father.

"What are you drawing? Is Daddy allowed to see?" He softly asks as he rubs your hair softly. Tucking a small hair that is getting in front of your face.

You nod happily, then take your diary up and show it to your father. You look down at the open page, then point to what seems to be a face. "Tis dad annnddd..." You trailed off as your finger moved to the gun beside your father's face you had drawn. "Tis is pew pew." You excitedly said as you pointed out both of your drawings. Then you finally looked up to your dad. 

Makarov is already staring back at you. His eyes were so warm and full of love as he followed his daughter's finger where you showed your drawing. "It's so good, baby. Perhaps my baby can be a good painter?" He softly asks as his hand once again comes to pat his daughter's head.

You immediately shake your head and shove away your dad's hand. "No no. I be you. Nu pantew." You furrowed your brow, pouting as you're looking at your father angrily. 

It just makes Makarov laugh as he decides to mess with your hair. Which makes your pout deepen. "Nu tachh." You place down your diary and your pencil before you get up and once again shake off your father's hand. 

You stomp angrily at him before walking out of your bedroom to look for your mom. Makarov continued to chuckle behind you. He slowly picks up your diary and pencil, then places it back on its place on your small table. He looked down at the drawing once again before he finally got out of your bedroom as well. Closing the door behind.

- - -

You slowly get to notice that Makarov always sneakily takes a photo of both you and your mother. He somehow always captured the perfect moment where you were all smiling happily. Just like a happy family should be.

They are a happy family. 

Right? 

Of course. Your thought answered your question. Before you could get to think further, your mother's sweet voice called for you. 

"Sweety, come here. There's another flower." 

With that, you happily walk to your mom. Where she crouches down beside small ground full of yellow flowers. 

You left your father behind, sitting on a small staircase leading them to the backyard. Right in front of the white door connecting to the kitchen. Smiling happily at the sight before him.

You smoothly get inside of your mom's arms; she held you close as she pointed down to the yellow flowers that started to blossom. 

"This one is called Daffodils. It symbolises rebirth, new beginnings, hope, joy, and good luck. And you.." She bumped your nose once, then kissed your right cheek. "You are my new beginnings, my hope, my joy, and my good luck." Her beautiful blue eyes that became your favourites were looking straight into you; they are shining with adoration. 

You look at your mom as well; to say you're surprised is an understatement. I mean... Who wouldn't want it when you finally feel the love from your parents after going through all the shit where you live alone in your past life, right?

"You twoo, mommy. You.. hopp, joyy, wuckk." You tried to repeat what your mother said but only got a few words out. 

Your mother chuckles at your attempt before she hugs you tight. Making her child laugh in happiness. Then someone comes from behind them and engulfs both of them in a big, big hug.

A warm, loving, caring hug. 

"And you both are my lavender. My grace, my calmness, my serenity." He gently said as he turned both women around and hugged them from the front. Placing you in between. Making you all warm between your parents embrace. 

"Come on, look to the camera and say cheese." Makarov suddenly said while pointing to the house where there's stood a camera in a tripod, facing them, the red dot blinking fast, indicating that the timer almost went off. 

You immediately take both lavender and daffodil flowers, turning ahead once again. You hold both flowers out and show them to the camera. Smiling widely. 

While your mother is hugging you from the left side. And slightly from behind, Makarov once again engulfed both of you and your mom in a big hug.

All the three, little family, looking at the camera, smiling happily. 

A voice of a camera went off, capturing another happy moment of the small, happy family.

- - -

Word count : 1040.
With love, Seven.
(edited)