"Honey, wake up..." Patrick kissed my cheek.
I smiled as I opened my eyes. "It's Halloween!" I said.
He smiled back. "It is..." he kissed my forehead and buried his face into the crook of my neck.
I hugged him tightly and closed my eyes. I end up dozing off.
When I woke up about half an hour to an hour later, Emily was lying with her back to mine.
I sat up gently, careful not to wake her and looked at her sleeping state. She was sucking her thumb.
I smiled and leaned down, kissing her cheek.
She giggled and scrunched her nose up.
"Hey! I thought you were asleep!" I laughed as she opened her eyes and pulled her thumb out of her mouth.
"Your face is scratchy!" She giggled.
"Yeah?" I smirked.
"Yeah!" She smiled.
I leaned down and rubbed my cheek on her face. I hadn't bothered shaving in a few weeks, and I had stubble.
She squealed.
I laughed as I sat up and pulled her onto my lap, only to zerbert her cheek.
She giggled and buried her face in my chest and hid from me.
I smiled and looked over at Patrick who was smiling up at us. "Morning again, beautiful." I said.
He chuckled. "Morning again."
Emily pulled her face from my chest and looked at Patrick, "Hi, daddy!" She said.
"Hi, silly bear." His smile widened.
She crawled over to him and hugged him. "Its Halloween!" She said happily.
He chuckled. "It is."
"When are we going trick-or-treating with Bandit and Gerard?"
"Later..." Patrick yawned again.
"Can we get ready together?" She asked.
"I don't see why not... what do you think, daddy?" Patrick looked up at me.
I shrugged. "I don't either."
Emily smiled. "Can she come over for the whole day?"
Patrick chuckled. "We'll see... let us talk to Gerard."
She nodded.
There was a knock on our bedroom door and Taylor was peaking her head in. "Hey, Gerard and Bandit are on their way over here. So get ready."
Emily jumped up from the bed. "Taylor? Would you do my makeup for my costume?"
Taylor chuckled as she stared down at Emily. "I'm not very good at that kind of stuff, sweetie... try daddy." She pointed to me.
Emily looked at me.
I smiled. "Sure, boo."
Emily giggled, "Thanks, Daddy..." she ran off to her room.
-Time.Skip(Patrick's.POV)- (Y'all are gonna hate me.)
Taylor helped Emily and Bandit get ready for Halloween. "I'm gonna take them to the mall to go trick-or-treating." She said.
"Okay." Pete said.
Taylor looked at the two little girls, Bandit was a... well... a bandit... and Emily the Steampunk Princess. They looked adorable in their costumes.
Taylor took their hands and walked out to her car.
Gerard stayed back with Pete and I.
About two hours after the girls left, we were watching the news. Woodfield Mall Fire. (Yes... I did my research...) That's where the girls were.
The guys and I sat up quickly. The cause was unknown, and it had pretty much engulfed half of the place.
Pete and Gerard were already trying to get a hold of Taylor.
"Is she answering?" Pete asked Gerard, who shook his head. Pete tried.
Gerard stared at him expectantly.
Pete shook his head. "Come on..." he mumbled, standing.
He drove us to the mall where tons of people were sat outside.
There were ambulances with people sitting in the back, ashes in their hair and soot on their faces.
"Taylor!?" Gerard called. "Bandit!? Emily!?"
"Emily!? Taylor!?" Pete yelled. "Bandit!?"
No one spoke up.
A firefighter called out to his co-workers. "It's an electrical fire! Don't spray it! No one is to get in there! We've saved everyone."
"No!" Pete cried. "No, please! My family is still in there!"
The firefighter frowned. "Family?"
"Yes!" Pete nodded quickly. He sounded frantic. "My... uh... My... m-my daughters! Taylor... and Emily! And Emily's friend, Bandit!" He pulled his phone from his pocket with shakey hands. "This... This is them..." he showed the firefighter a picture. "That's my oldest... that's Taylor... and that's Emily..."
"You look really young to be a dad..." the firefighter said.
Pete sighed in frustration. "I adopted them! Now can you please... save my daughters!? They're my life!"
The firefighter looked at one of his co-workers and nodded. "Send a squad in..." he said.
THE END!
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