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They are✨💖
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Part 8 below:
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Again, for those of you who are going through a very heavy and difficult situation, seek help from a professional or someone close to you that you trust.
Take care, I love you all! ✨💖
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This was practically the penultimate chapter of this story, the next two chapters will be the bad ending and then the hopeful ending.
(Yes Laswell was trying to fuck Ghost postion/work in a certain way)
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He just wanted to be loved and have a family that wasn't like his, but in the end, he became the same as his father.
However, even Simon's father managed to stand by his mum for years, while Simon managed to ruin even that.
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He cries, not knowing how much time has passed, at some point Price came to him and held him while he cried, begging Price to bring Johnny back, saying that he would change for the better.
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Simon's child, the child he would never have because he'd fucked up with his own omega, the very person he loved.
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With trembling hands, the papers shook and a small photo fell out of the envelope. As he picked it up and analysed it, Simon began to cry loudly, looking at an ultrasound scan.
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"Please don't... no, no." He murmured slowly as he looked at the other piece of paper, the one that was Johnny's abortion results from the clinic.
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He was sobbing, snot dripping from his nose, and tears began to fall onto the letter, staining the ink of the pen, as soon as the last words were read.
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Every day I kept telling myself that I had to put myself first.
I'm sorry, Si, I can't forgive myself, but I'll be looking for that in the future, for myself.
Please don't contact me. We'd better go our separate ways from now on.
Goodbye, my dear Simon.
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So I'll just tell you straight out, Simon. I'm no longer pregnant.
The paper next to this letter will tell you what happened, but by now you should recognise that I had an abortion. Believe me, it was one of the hardest decisions of my life.
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Now, I need you to understand that I can't give up my future for a child who would be born into a dysfunctional family, or put the child up for adoption, that would leave a moral weight on my mind that I can't bear.
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I can't trust you, Simon.
I'm not saying you're a bad person, but I can't stay with someone who still has problems that need to be dealt with. And the same goes for me.
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Did you think I'd jump for joy? That I'd call you? That I'd be waiting like a good partner?
I can't wait for you Simon Riley, I can't.
And if a similar problem arose in the future with a child in the middle, would you run away again? Run away until you got your head round it?
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When you sent Price to confront me, informing me that you weren't infertile and saying that you couldn't “wait to be a happy family”, how do you think I felt? Anger was the only emotion, I felt deceived by the person I trusted the most.
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I couldn't waste my life looking after a child who would be born into a totally bewildered home, wondering why he had only one father instead of two, or even if the two of us were together, what would one of us say if we died on the war field?
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And, well... ironically history repeated itself with me.
When I asked her for help, she counselled me on the pros and cons, and I realised that I had a lot to lose. Yes, I would have liked to have a family if you had been with me, but that's not what happened.
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But the day you slammed that door in my face, swearing at me and accusing me of things you knew I would never do, I realised that maybe there was no going back.
I was raised only by my mum, since my sperm donor walked out as soon as he found out she was pregnant.
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You were the sun that lit up my mornings, the reason that pulled me back to reality when I was in doubt, you were more to me than just a person in bed for pleasure.
I thought there was something between us that was true, that was sacred.
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Ever since you left on that mission, my life has been a hurricane of anxiety, panic and melancholy. Nights have been spent awake, imagining that you were there with me.
Only for me to wake up and discover that it was a lie from my own naive mind.
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> Hi, Simon.
I hope you're okay, because I haven't been lately.
Before I write what I need to, I need you to understand that this is what's best for both of us, and that my choices came from a place of dignity with myself.
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It seemed like hours before he finally managed to gently open the letter, grabbing two pieces of paper. The smell of the papers reminded him of Johnny, and Simon sniffed the paper to calm himself.
Little did he know that the words, phrases and emotions would make him spiral.
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The clothes from the mission were quickly discarded on the floor, leaving Ghost with only his shirt, trousers and mask. Sitting on the bed, he stared at the letter for a while, not knowing how to react yet.
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In the back of the lieutenant's mind, his father's voice came through, cursing him and saying how alike the two of them were as a country, Simon couldn't believe it, he still was, he could be a good father.
The lieutenant quickly went to his own room, opening and closing the door with a bang.
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"Simon, dismissed for now." Price says easily.
Ghost stands up slowly, anxious about what the letter says, Soap asked for a transfer, he didn't want to see him anymore? He was carrying their baby, why would he want to ignore him like that? It didn't make sense.
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As Ghost says this, a strange feeling passes over Price and Laswell's faces.
"Ghost," Laswell says, pulling something out of her pocket, a small envelope. "He doesn't want to see you, he gave me this to give to you." She hands the envelope to Ghost who shakily takes it.
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He didn't need Laswell meddling where she didn't belong.
"I'm fine! I just need to talk to Soap, and that's going to happen whether you like it or not, he's carrying my fucking child!"
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Ghost tense as he stood in front of her. "The sergeant has already been transferred, and you're out of the field until you complete a psych eval of at least six months."
Ghost had already done this assessment years ago, why would he need it again?
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What are you trying to do, Laswell?!" Gasping, he takes a deep breath before demanding. "I want to see Johnny in person, I need to talk to him-"
"Unfortunately that won't be possible, Lieutenant." Laswell replied firmly, indifferent to the anger of the other Alpha,
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"Soap asked me a few days ago for him to be transferred, claiming to have been fraternising with you for several months."
Ghost let the words sink in before replying in frustration. "You knew that a long time ago! Price doesn't even care about this within our unit!
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"Mactavish was transferred to another unit, Lieutenant, while you were away." Ghost quickly looks at Price, his body becoming tense. "It wasn't my decision, it was the sergeant's."
Again, before he can ask, Laswell interrupts.
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"Sit down, now Lieutenant." Laswell commands, and without wasting time Ghost sits down, looking down to avoid eye contact.
Laswell stops next to Price who is still sitting, he hears a breath before listening to the captain.
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Instead of receiving a verbal answer, Ghost receives a strong punch on the cheek, not a slap, a punch, making him feel his tooth scratch inside. A sour smell scents the room, an angry alpha. Laswell.
His eyes widen as he looks at Laswell, who growls at him.Ghost resisted from letting out a whimper.
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and Price sitting holding a folder with other documents, but he freezes when he notices Johnny's name on the cover of the folder.
"What's going on?" He asked, a bad feeling in his stomach.
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He hurried his steps and knocked on the door quickly, the voices inside stopped and then he heard Price telling him to come in.
As soon as he enters, Ghost notices the pile of paperwork on the desk, Laswell standing in front of the desk looking seriously at Ghost,
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It was night when he arrived, so he would have to wait for Johnny to wake up tomorrow so as not to disturb his sleep. Unfortunately he couldn't rest yet, having to give Price a report.
As he approached Price's office, Ghost began to hear some muffled voices shouting. Laswell and Price.
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Finally, after a few more days, Ghost returned to base.
He was anxious but somewhat hopeful about the conversation he would have with Johnny, he even wrote a long letter of apology in case he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.