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Ghost has been gone for months...
Six months, to be exact.
When he finally gets home it's late at night, well over midnight. All the lights are off, no sound coming from anywhere.
He wonders if you've started moving on. Wonders if your feelings have started fading.
He slips his shoes off and makes his way into your shared bedroom. You're sound asleep in your bed, on his side even though his scent has long since left those sheets.
He undresses and slides in beside you, gentle not to wake you. His head hits the pillow and he sighs as your familiar scent enters his nostrils.
He drapes an arm around you and freezes when his hand lands on your belly.
Your very swollen belly. And he feels a kick right back against his palm.
"Welcome home, Si."