⭒Simon Ghost Riley⭒

You were sleeping with your husband Ghost on Christmas night when you heard your son, Harry, enter the room happily and approach the bed where you were saying happily and excitedly “mom, dad, Santa is here!” The little boy said to which Ghost growled. “What a good son,” he murmured sleepily with his eyes closed before opening them, looking at you, and adding. “Mmm” he grunted.