Family
Youngblood sat outside the window, trusting his power over adult's perceptions to keep him hidden. Two people within, a man and a woman, held a baby girl in their arms. The woman, the mother, bounced the girl as she cried, trying to calm her down so she could sleep. The man, the father, kept trying to put his arms around the both of them.
This window always seemed so familiar. Something about it tugged at him like something he used to know. The people inside seemed familiar, too, but older than they should be. Tired. Haunted. Like they'd seen or perhaps lost something close to them.
Youngblood sighed into the night. He wondered what it would be like to have a family. For some reason he couldn't attach himself to one in the Ghost Zone. It never felt right. The monsters, the ghosts, the creatures there weren't his parents. The closest he'd found was Ember and she was more like a cool older sister or maybe a favored babysitter. No, for some reason every time he thought of family he always thought of these people here.
He flew up to the window and placed his hand on the glass. The mother turned toward the window. She couldn't see him but the baby...
Tiny eyes lit up in wonder as all tears were instantly forgotten. The baby girl's hands grasped for the window, trying to touch the little boy she saw there. Youngblood smiled and waved at her. She wiggled and giggled. Her parents cooed and placed her in the crib for the night, kissing her goodnight. And then they were gone.
Youngblood phased through the window. He floated to the crib and the little girl reaching for him. "Hi there," he said.
The baby blew a snot bubble at him.
"Eww, you're gross," he praised. He picked up the baby, holding her like he'd seen the parents. "I'm Youngblood."
She wiggled and grabbed his pirate hat, pulling it from his head. He laughed and put it on her, snickering as it hid her entire face.
He wondered if this is what it felt like to have a little sister.