Double, Double, Toil and Trouble

Part Two

Owen and the kids were working on getting in their costumes for their afternoon out trick or treating while they waited for Claire to make it home from work. He had hers pressed and ready on her bed, he was glad they had managed to put together the entire outfit after looking around that wardrobe room. He had brought back with him everything from the pants and shirt, to the boots, hat, and even a belt along with the little badge and other small accessories they had found in that box.

Mason was the proudest one of the kids when it came to their costume. Owen had helped him put something together. The kid was wearing a pair of dark brown jeans and a grey dress shirt under a brown leather vest. Owen buckled the kid's belt around his waist and fixed a rifle toy against his back. He made sure his combat boots were perfectly tied and smiled to the kid, "Ooof, you look badass, dude!" He nodded and high fived the kid.

"I'm the best raptor wrangler there is!" He bounced happily. "I can't wait to show mom!" He exclaimed with excitement.

"Wait—" Owen removed his wristwatch and put it around Mason's wrist. "NOW, you are the best." He winked.

Mason grinned and without saying a word hugged him from his waist.

Owen smiled, resting his hand against the back of the kid's head, holding him close. Mason was the sweetest of kids, and there were many things he found to have in common with the kid, this had made them bond quite fast and now they were the best of buddies there could be.

"Lets go see if Lizard needs some help with hers." Owen suggested once Mason had let go of their hug. The kid nodded but got distracted by his mom's mirror where he spent some minutes checking his outfit.

Lizzie was slipping her feet in a pair of white flats. It didn't matter how much she had insisted, Brenda hadn't allowed her to wear heels. Owen didn't mess with his ex, so he had found a way to have the blonde girl accept the shoes. The seven-year-old was wearing a white skirt and white button down blouse, as well as a white jacket over her shoulders and a cute little white belt. She had decided to be a 'woman in charge' for Halloween.

"Mommy!!!!" Mason ran off out of Claire's room after hearing the door being opened and jumped into her arms.

"Hey handsome." She smiled and kissed his forehead before adjusting him on her arms. She had no idea what the kids would be for Halloween, they wanted to surprise her since they had worked hard with Owen to put the outfits together.

She noticed Owen's wristwatch on him and smiled to herself, "I'm a raptor wrangler!" He explained.

Claire nodded and put him down, her boyfriend smiling at her a few feet away. She nibbled on her lower lip checking out his outfit and tilted her head, "that's not what I pictured when you said you'd be some half alien policeman." She smirked.

He was wearing a pair of racing leather pants and a crew tee under a red leather jacket. He had yet to put his accessories on.

She walked closer and playfully turned him around to check his ass in those leather pants, "but this is much better." She gently slid her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. "That's for helping him with his costume." She was moved and thankful, he could see it in her eyes. The redhead then kissed him deeper, her hands cupping both his butt cheeks; "and that's for looking sexy as hell." Owen smirked and soundly kissed her again.

"Yuck." Mason wrinkled his nose watching both adults forgetting he was still standing there.

"Where's Lizzie?" Claire wondered, pulling away from Owen and looking around.

The redhead had found the kid quietly looking down her costume. She didn't feel like a woman in charge in it, so she was a little disappointed.

"Hey gorgeous, why the pout?" Claire wondered, hiding something behind her back.