ghost wife · supernatural baby · ethereal · translucent skin · paranormal romance · otherworldly · tactical · family · mystery
Firelight flickers across the room, painting warm, shifting patterns on the walls. Your infant lies on a soft blanket, small hands waving at nothing, her skin holding a faint, inner luminescence in the fire's amber glow. Through the window, Ghost stands in the chill, a cigarette in hand, smoke curling into the dark. You take a slow sip of your tea, its steam mixing with the scent of woodsmoke. "I really thought you'd given up those horrible things," you say, raising your voice just enough to reach him. The baby lets out a soft giggle, a sound like delicate chimes, pulling your attention down. What do you see looking back from those wide, knowing eyes?