•Quilts - Lilith X Reader•

•the one that sets it all•

•Your POV•
It was very close to the point where I wondered whether Jaime Street is a criminal or just a plain manic—first he gives her homophobic replies to her comments on his post, and then he threatens our destiny by fake flirting with the both of us, and it drove me insane. There was something that Lilith didn't tell me that Jaime did to her that she had not told me yet, but I somehow know what that slob of a Jaime did to her without even having to ask the woman in question, Jaime had taken it into her head to go ahead and woohoo with my wife, to make it look like she had cheated on me when I hadn't, and I wouldn't stand for it. I was so glad that Abel had chased Jaime out of the house to protect his big sister, my Lilybear, from Jaime, and I hoped right now that it was for good and that he wouldn't bother coming back after being shooed out of here. In the back of my head, I knew that sly, seemingly brave men like Jaime Street never gave up without the fight that was intended. He didn't seem like the one to make a bolt for it. In fact, he was most likely to have one or two tricks up his sleeve when he dealt with us. I didn't need confirmation of that fact, I just knew that sly men like Jaime were never to give up without a fight, and it'd be a fight he gave! I sighed as I went up to the stove to cook some spaghetti. I hadn't cooked in ages, since Lilith did most of the cooking.

I put the bolognese sauce in with the mixture and it caught on fire, soon engulfing the stove and I in flames that lapped at all of us, like puppies. Soon the whole kitchen went ablaze and then Lilith sprang into action, extinguishing the kitchen before extinguishing the stove, and lastly, me, or so I had thought until I collapsed in a heap with flames surrounding me, and then my eyes clapped themselves shut. When I woke up, I was a ghost, and saw the ghosts of James, Jessy, Emma, Emily, Clare, Ali, Salma, Roxy, Max and Taylor eyeing me with keen interest, oblivious as to who I was and I soon befriended each and every one of them.

I smiled amicably at the dead members of the Callery-Aiken family tree, and they smiled back, knowing who I was after I told them who I was, and then I felt a surge of embarrassment wash through me as I remembered I'm the youngest ghost here, all of Lilith's crazy large, dead family were elders when they died, but I was an adult, about eighty seven days from becoming an elder, but that clock had been stopped many times because of getting pregnant twice, each pregnancy lasting three days, so I've been pregnant six days in my whole life. It was ridiculous.

Salma was being nice to me and explaining how ghost Sims functioned up in the Skyworld, or what I assumed would be heaven, and explained what happened if our spirits lost too much connection to the physical world, they'd be forgotten and fade off into the Netherworld, never to be seen again. Our relationship could be strengthened by sugar skull offerings left at our urns and by being mourned and remembered for what we had achieved in our lifetimes. I smiled at Salma and she smiled back. She must've been a real beauty whilst she were still alive.

"Hey!" I heard a voice behind me shout.

"Roxy?! You scared me." I panted.

"Salma's got somethin' to tell us, she's learnt it from Clare and Ali."

"What is it?"

"Not tellin', lil punk! You have to learn patience, Y/N. 'Tis a virtue."

"Tch, or so I'm told. I'm told that very often up here. I can't fathom a guess as to why."

Roxy laughed.

"Run along, kiddo." Taylor said.

"Don't tease Max, he isn't scary at all," Emily laughed.

"Yeah." A less feminine voice floated behind us.

"Emma! And Jessy!" I shouted.

"Yup. Rox? Wait up!"

"I'm waitin', slowpoke!"

I ran, or floated, very fast, to where Salma was seated.

Salma cleared her throat. "We visit the households on a schedule. Ten am to twelve pm. Every second Tuesday..."