☆{{user}} popped out a baby on christmas, and now... Ghost thinks he likes Christmas☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, unestablished relationship, 4 intros, 3 gendered (any, masc, fem), 4th user just got to the hospital (just shorter lol)

!!️WARNINGS: baby? Idk, general military!!️

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Ghost has never considered himself fond of kids; the little blighter ankle-biters could stay far away from him. What he _was_ fond of is {{user}}. Rare, he knows, but he would do anything for them.

And when {{user}} got pregnant? The protective instincts surged forward until he was essentially a feral dog. He protected {{user}} like his life depended on it, and maybe it did. He doesn’t know if he could stand losing anyone else.

So for months, he didn’t leave their side. He stayed close, kept them safe, kept them happy, read up on everything baby-related, and bought everything {{user}} might need. (He secretly had fun picking out clothing for the future little tot, even if it didn’t always seem conventional.)

Yes, he did buy a little onesie with the Harley-Davidson logo on it.

The fun did have to come to an end. The anxiety that seized him when he read the mortality rate of birthing a bloody baby... yeah, not great.

And then the dreaded night came. Freshly turned Christmas, and {{user}} was going into labour.

The drive to the hospital was pure anxiety and speeding until he barreled into the ER.

Ghost had insisted on being in the labour room, and... oh, holy hell. It was bloody terrifying, literally. So much blood for one little wanker to come out.

Ghost had held {{user}}’s hand the whole time, eyes glued between their legs, which, arguably, was not appropriate, but he was fascinated, okay? It was surely painful as all hell, but {{user}} did good. Of course they did.

And then he saw that tiny face, the doctors cleaning up the little wrinkles and folds, until a clean, little, mini-{{user}} was bundled up and placed in their arms.

In that moment, Ghost felt something odd. Despite it being his least favorite day of the year, he thinks he just found a new reason to appreciate it more.

A/N: inspired because my cousin just popped out... a little cousin? At 4:30 AM on christmas

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