Chapter Fifteen.

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Breanna's POV

I laid there, completely out of breath. I looked over to James, who was laying next to me. He was completely fine.

"How- are you not- out of breath?" I asked him.

He laughed and took out a cigarette. "I am not so easily winded, my dear," he said.

I looked at his abs. "That's for sure," I whispered.

He chuckled. "Have I ever told you that you are the most exquisite woman to ever walk the Earth?" He asked.

"I think you've said that three times. Today," I responded with a laugh.

He laughed, but then stopped. He took a long drag out of the cigarette.

Suspicious, I rested my head on his chest. I started to trace shapes (which he loves- it gives him goosebumps).

"A penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

He looked down at me. "To be honest, I feel quite relieved. And also a little sad," he responded.

"Why, sir?" I asked. He loves it when I call him that.

He cracked a smile and kissed my head. "I've been working on my legacy for so long. And now I have nothing to work on," he said.

"We could work on us," I responded.

He looked down at me again. "What do you mean, dearest?" He asked.

I looked at him. "I don't know. Maybe get a puppy? Or maybe, just maybe-" I began.

"A child? That's near impossible," he said.

"I know. A girl can only hope," I said sadly.

He groaned.

"What?" I asked.

"I hate to see you disappointed. I hate to see you feeling any emotion but happy," he said.

"Aww. You're sweet. But don't worry. I get it. We're both ghosts. Don't think we could make a baby," I said.

He sighed and pulled me up on his chest. "I will see what I can do, dearest. But please don't be disappointed if I cannot do anything," he said.

"I'm not even sure if it's a good idea. They would live in the hotel all day everyday," I said.

"We could sign them up for the school in the city. It wouldn't be too difficult," he responded.

"And they could have the best sleepovers in the hotel," I said with a laugh.

"We'd never be there for their recitals, plays, or games however," James warned.

"True. But what if we got one of the twins to pick them up everywhere. They could ride the bus as well," I said.

"We'd have to get the twins a car, love," James said.

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

He chuckled. "I suppose not," he said.

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