Halloween - Cassidy

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Ewan, Iris and Michael were running around in their costumes; Ewan, the oldest at the age of ten, was dressed as Dracula; Iris, the only girl and light of her father's eyes, was two years younger than Ewan, and was dressed as Thor; while Michael, the youngest at the age of five, was running around dressed as a zombie.

"Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween," Cassidy sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist as the two of you let your three children run rampant. "Seriously, love, whoever invented it was-"

"A twat," you chuckled, leaning into him. "I know. You've told me about twenty times."

"I'm so glad padre's taking them out," he mumbled. "Gives me a chance to have ya to myself."

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