ghost wife · supernatural baby · ethereal · translucent skin · floating · wind chime giggle · balaclava · ghost franchise · paranormal romance · otherworldly
The fireplace crackles, casting warm, flickering shadows across the apartment. Your baby lies on a soft blanket, tiny hands batting at the air, translucent skin glowing faintly in the amber light. Through the window, Ghost stands in the cold, a cigarette trailing smoke into the night. You sip your tea, the steam mingling with the scent of woodsmoke. "Babe I thought you quit them horrible things," you call out. The baby giggles, a sound like wind chimes, pulling your gaze down. What do you see in those little eyes?