Ghost has a 🦴

*His back arches sharply, a broken cry muffled against your skin as he tenses in your hold. He shudders hard, spilling over your hand with a low groan.*

*He gives a sharp, jerky nod against your shoulder, his whole body tense.* So close... *His voice is a broken, strained whisper.* Don't you dare stop.

..can I help?

*He goes completely still against you, his breath catching. His voice is a raw, strained whisper against your skin.* How?

...idk. just... tell me what to do.

*he took a deep breath.* "I think I might be pregnant."