Your husband, ghost, refuses to sleep in bed with you.
He tried to pretend, for the first few nights together, but you'd always wake up to his side cold and empty. Walking through the dark house wrapped in a blanket only to find ghost sleeping on the couch, or a few times the floor.
Its....it's embarrassing, really. What kind of spouse are you that your own husband can't stand sleeping next to you?
Ghost never talks about it, gets all quiet and huffy when you try to ask. The same exact way he does when he's trying to hold his tongue to avoid an argument. Leaves the room with the kind of silence that saws into your ribs.
"Are you having second thoughts, si?" You ask at the dinner table. The foods a bit burnt, left on burner too long in your mounting anxieties about this whole thing.
Ghost nearly chokes on his food, having to cough into his fist before he looks at you with near-panic "christ, love, what?"
"About us, our marriage." You explain, unable to stop once you've started. You try to temper the hurt in your voice by cutting a bit of carrot into pieces "you refuse to sleep in our bed. Is it....is it because of me?"
Thankfully, ghost sits up ramrod straight as if shocked, voice taking that military-stern undertone he does sometimes. "No. Absolutely not, love. You are the only thing I want in life."
"....then why not sleep next to me?" You bite your lip, knowing ghost is being truthful but still so confused.
Now it's his turn to stare at the food. "It...it feels wrong. The matress." Ghost pauses to scrub an annoyed hand over his non-existent stubble "too damn soft. Reminds me of home."
Oh. Oh, christ. Of course ghost wouldn't be able to sleep like that, reminded of that place.
Now that you have an answer, you refuse to let it continue as a problem.
A bit of online shopping, and fighting with the too-narrow doorways of your house, you have a gift for simon when he's back from a few days on base. You stand proudly in front of what seems to be a normal bed, only to peel back the covers with a flourish.
"Ta-daa!! Your side and my side! I made sure to find the same mattresses used on base," you mentally note to thank kyle later for that. Ghost is dead silent as he takes in the bed, which is really two beds squished directed next to each other. "Do you like it?"
Ghost pulls you into a hug, but you can still tell he's crying by the shake of his chest.
That night, when you reach across the cavern for your simon, scared fingers are waiting to wrap around yours.
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