"We're handing out your massive amount of fucking Dum-Dums to the trick or treaters." I told my boyfriend as I placed the massive blue bag full of the suckers out onto the porch. Man, the little kids in costumes would love these.
"Babe, those are mine!" He replied, trying to take back the bag. I wrenched it back, keeping him away from it.
"Aron, babe, you can't possibly eat all of these by yourself. Even if you had help, you couldn't. They'll go to waste. Just let the little kids have some. Whatever is left by the end of the night, you can keep it." I compromised. It was all true, anyway. Whatever the kids didn't want, I'd let him have.
"...Fine..." Aron sighed. He sulked back inside the house. He popped his head out a minute later, yelling, "Wait!"
"What?" I asked, jumping. I held my hand over my heart at the light scare. "What is it?"
"I'll do a Jester dance for the kids! If they laugh or dance with me, they'll get a sucker!" Aron said enthusiastically. I had to laugh at my silly boyfriend.
"You know what? Go ahead. But if they don't, they still need a sucker, it's not fair otherwise." I reminded him.
"Alright.." Aron sighed. I giggled and kissed his cheek.
Aron stayed outside faithfully and did his little jester dance in his jester costume to all the little costumed boys and girls that came by. He gave everyone a sucker, even the parents, whether they laughed or danced with him or not.
I enjoyed watching him have fun with the little kids and give away his favorite snack. At the end of the night, we still had a large amount of the suckers left.
"Can we do that again?" Aron asked with a wide grin on his red face.
"Next year, babe. Next year." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Cool." He mumbled in my hair, pulling me close to him. "I love you, (Y/N)."
"I love you, too, Aron." I replied, snuggling deeper into him. I'm so glad he had a fun night.
