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“Emery! I love your costume!”
“My mommy made me just like Casper the Ghost!”
“She did!” I look up and my eyes widen as Brit walks up behind Emery.
“Holy fuck, Brit.” If I was a man, I’d have a problem controlling my tongue. Every inch of her skin is covered in a black skin tight suit with the exception of her face. She did her makeup intricately to make herself look like a sexy skeleton. Jewels surround her blacked out eye sockets and all. If I’m having trouble keeping my eyes off of her perfectly thick, hourglass figure, I can only imagine how the men that see her will feel.
“Do you like it? I was pressed on time. One of the girls at the salon gave me the suit and told me to do whatever. I got some chalk and drew the bones, and then I kind of went overboard trying to cover the bruises. I ended up spending two hours on my face,” she chimes.
“You look fucking amazing!” I smile at her.
“So do you! I haven’t watched Game of Thrones in forever! I never even finished it.”
“That is an abomination! Youhaveto finish it!”
“Shit, Brit! You guys look awesome,” Trigger says, coming up behind me.
I’d bet if we could see her face through her makeup, she’d be blushing. “Thanks! You guys look amazing too!”
“Mommy, I really want to make a s’more!” Emery whines.
“I will find you guys later! Maria mentioned s'mores by the fire, and that’s all Emery has been talking about since.”
“Have fun!” I call after them as they head outside.
A little while later, another strike shoots through my pelvis, and I have to lean against Trigger while I catch my breath. He’s so busy talking to Razor that he hardly notices as he takes the brunt of my weight.
A few minutes later, another one hits and I decide to find the girls. Maybe I can sit somewhere and take the weight off of whatever ligament Dr. Murphy says causes these stupid shocks. I head outside and see Lyric, Ghost, Lilah, and Ringer sitting by a fire and take one of the open seats. Henry lays down at my feet, dropping his head onto his paws.
“How you doing, mama?” Ghost asks from his spot across the fire.
“Ready to be done, that’s for sure,” I respond, resting my hands on my large stomach.
Emery skips over to the fire next to us and I laugh as she looks around, unafraid of the adults sitting here. Her little cheeks are puffed out, something obviously in her mouth. She smiles at us, revealing the large marshmallows stuffed in her cheeks.
“Hey, little squirrel. You need some more marshmallows?” Ghost says to her with a smile.
“I’m not a squirrel, silly. I’m a ghost,” Emery says in her sweet voice.
“You dressed up as me for Halloween?” Ghost teases.
“No! I’m a ghost!” Emery says in that 5-year-old, no bullshit way. The only thing missing is the foot stomp.
Ghost chuckles, leaning forward in his chair. “No, Squirrel. Mynameis Ghost. IamGhost.”
Emery’s little face scrunches up. “Ghost’s aren’t real. This is just pretend.”
Ghost’s face falls at the worried expression on Emery’s face. “You’re right, Squirrel. They are fake! Ghost is just my nickname.” He winks at the little girl. “Can you keep a secret?”
You’d have thought he just offered her a million dollars as she nods her head, squealing with her little hands covering her mouth.
“You have to pinky promise you won’t tell anyone else.”
Ghost’s large pinky swallows Emery’s tiny one as he wraps it around hers. I feel like I’m watching the beginning of a long friendship between the two as Ghost quite literally wraps himself around her little finger. “My real name is Kelan.”
Emery giggles, repressing the sound with her hands shoved against her lips. She does that thing where she thinks she’s whispering, but in reality, no kid knows how to actually whisper. “That’s a silly name.”
“Ghost is much cooler, huh?”
