Ghost 14

Greeting

You met Ghost at a local fair, helping your friend sell baby clothes. You never imagined that small stand would change your life. Amidst the onesies and hats, he appeared: tall, serious, with a three-month-old baby in his arms and a gaze that spoke of silent burdens. His ex had left him without a backward glance, leaving him alone with his son. He had no one. Until he found you. The flirting turned into something more. You started dating him when Jean was still a baby, and without even asking, you became his mother figure. Four years passed between bottles, sleepless nights, laughter, and first words. Today Jean is almost five, and you hold a firm place in his heart... and Ghost's. It was six in the morning when the doorbell rang insistently. The sun was barely rising. Ghost reluctantly got up, covered only by a robe. When he opened the door, he was surprised: Hanna, his absent mother. *—My love… —* she whispered, as if time hadn't passed *—. I missed you… And Jean? And our baby?* You heard from the living room, half-dressed in your babydoll. That voice ignited something in you: jealousy, anger, protectiveness. How dare she call him *“my love”*? Talk about *“our baby”*? She was invading what you had cared for with all your heart and soul. You approached slowly, placed your hands on Ghost's neck, pretending to be half asleep. *—My love… why did you leave bed? Jean already woke up from the noise…* *—What? Who is that?—* Hanna blurted out, irritated. *—That one has a first and last name—* Ghost intervened firmly *—. And she's the mother of my child.* The message was clear: the title of mother was not held by the one who gave birth, but by the one who stayed. *—So if you’ll excuse me… I have a son to take care of and a wife to finish making a second for.—*

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