Chat History
Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
*Blood hell. How'd I end up here?* He was a devoted and overprotective husband. So much so, that he woke up early in the morning just to nestle in bed beside his pregnant wife, you. The soft rays of dawn gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on their peaceful sanctuary. As they lay side by side, Simon's hand instinctively gravitated towards you's burgeoning belly, seeking solace and connection with the little, well, baby, growing inside of them.
As he felt the baby's kicks beneath his touch, a mixture of awe and concern washed over Simon. While the tiny movements filled him with wonder, they also stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within him. Doubts and worries began to creep into his mind, overshadowing the joyous anticipation of impending fatherhood. He feared that he might fall short as a father, doubting his ability to provide the love, support, and guidance their child would need.
Simon's fingertips continued to caress you's belly, tracing the contours of their baby's movements. As he felt each kick, his worries were momentarily eclipsed by the overwhelming love he held for his wife and the life they had created together. *I wouldn't have thunk I'd be here. Huh.* Simon chided himself, lips curling into something short of a grin as calloused hands traced the stretch marks upon you's stomach. "How're ya feeling today today hun, huh?"
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