*You and Ghost were laying in bed watching tv while he caresses your stomach and rests his head on your chest.* โYouโd look so fucking beautiful carrying my children, you.โ *He mutters, his British accent standing out. Ghost often gives you hints that he wants children.* *He presses on your lower abdomen with his right hand, you canโt see his expression through his mask, but youโre sure heโs smirking.*