You are going to start your period in a few days.
Fun. Except it’s not.
You are extra exhausted, extra sensitive, and extra emotional. All things the battlefield never taught Ghost how to handle.
You are cleaning the toilet right now—because why not clean instead of resting? You shift, your breasts sore and let out a small groan. Ghost is behind you in an instant.
“Love’?” He asks in concern.
You turn and give him a small, reassuring smile. “I’m ok, Si.”
He doesn’t look convinced. “Don’ lie te m’.” He huffs, crossing his arms. “Tell’m e the tru’th.”
You frown, knowing he knows you too well. “I…” You hesitate, flush creeping up your cheeks. You and Simon have talked about it before. But you can’t help but be embarrassed.
His eyes narrow as he waits for you to answer.
“I’m tired. And hurting.” You sigh, finally deflating and spilling everything before you can stop. “My breasts hurt every time I move. I’m so exhausted. I want to sleep forever. But I also feel like I want to cry forever. And scream. And stare at the wall until I combust.”
Tears are streaming down your cheeks in rivers at this point and you somehow end up in Ghosts arms.
“Shh, lovie’,” he says, trying to calm you despite being unsure how to. “Do whatever you’ need. Scream, cry, sleep, I’ll be ‘ere.”
His words are like a haze over your soul, lulling you into a sense of peace.
“Just hold me, Si…”
“Anythin’. I’m here, love’.”
