(f/c) = favorite character
*I just chose a random name for the cousin in this story*
It was your favorite holiday; the one that allowed you to dress up as whoever you wanted to be despite being an adult. You were very excited, as you were going as (f/c) this year.
Tonight was your friend's Halloween party. You and (c/n) were planning on meeting at your place and going together from there.
Just as you grabbed your purse and coat, your phone started to buzz. You picked up to hear your aunt frantically calling you, asking if you could take her daughter trick-or-treating. Your aunt had been called in at work with an emergency and her husband was already working a night shift, and there was no one to watch your little cousin.
You shifted, contemplating your decision. You really wanted to go to the party, but you knew this was more important.
"Yeah, that should work. I just have to make some calls."
"Great, thank you so much (y/n)!"
You sighed, leaning against the wall. As much as you were looking forward to tonight, some things just weren't meant to be.
You were about to start dialing (c/n)'s number when you heard a knock at the door. Great, you thought. He's already here.
You opened the door to see (c/n) standing there, already in costume with a grin plastered to his face. This changed when he noticed your distressed state.
(C/n) ran his hands up and down your arms while looking you in the eyes. "(Y/n) what's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"My aunt just called. She needs someone to take Abigail trick-or-treating."
(C/n)'s face quickly changed in relief at your words. "Oh honey, that's okay."
You looked up at him, brows furrowed. "It is?"
"I thought something was wrong," he said while pulling you in for a hug. "Of course it's okay."
About fifteen minutes after (c/n) came, your aunt arrived at the house, shoving Abigail with her costume messily on and her pumpkin bucket into your hands. She said a quick thank you before
rushing out the door to her car.
(C/n) bent down to say hi to Abigail, who only clung to you tighter, not wanting anything to do with this strange-looking man in your living room. This is going to be a long night, you thought.
...
Two hours and a bucket full of candy later, you were finally done taking Abigail trick-or-treating. The walk home was about five minutes away, but it didn't look like your little cousin would make it that far. She kept tugging on your arm, asking you to carry her.
Before you could bend down to pick her up, (c/n) had already scooped her up into his arms. You took her candy bucket from her so it wouldn't fall, and decided it was time to head back to the house.
The walk back was silent, as neither of you wanted to wake Abigail up.
You watched as (c/n) carried Abigail in his big strong arms, and the way her chubby cheeks pressed against his shoulder. She was fully passed out by now, the swaying of (c/n)'s footsteps keeping her asleep.
By the time you reached your house and had your aunt come to pick Abigail up, it was too late to go to the party. The two of you decided to snuggle on the couch instead and put on a good Halloween movie.
While the movie was playing, your thoughts drifted towards how gently (c/n) was with Abigail. It made you happy to see how good he was with kids.
"You'd make a good parent."
(C/n) picked up the remote to turn down the volume and looked at you. "Huh?"
"The way you were with Abigail tonight makes me think you'd be a good parent." You started to play with (c/n)'s hair. "You ever think about having kids?"
(C/n) looked at you, eyes softening. "Maybe someday, but not for a while. I don't know how good of a parent I would be." He paused to slip his hand into yours. "I think I'd have to be with someone that would make it all worth it."
You leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"I agree."
