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Jake had to bite his lip as his son came bounding down the stairs in his full Halloween costume. Ever since he was old enough to pick his costume, he had been a fighter pilot. This year, however, he decided to be a very specific ex-fighter pilot, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd.
He really looked perfect, basing it off an old picture from the hall, he even had a cup of peanuts in his hand. Jake had his own cellphone in his hand ready to record Bob and his wife Cassy’s reaction.
Thinking of the other family, this one was about to be late. “Bradley Bradshaw get your cute butt down here!”
Instead of his husband, their daughter Bailey ran into the living room her broom hitting the doorway behind her. “Daddy can’t get the zipper up.”
Her matter of fact and slightly exasperated tone made her sound so much like him it made his chest hurt. Bailey is not his genetically, but there was no doubt she was Jake and Bradley’s kid. Jake rushed upstairs to help his husband.
Bradley was in the middle of their room his arm wiggling behind his back missing the zipper by a mile. Jake came up behind him brushing his hand away, “You’re hopeless, baby.”
He pressed a kiss to the sliver of skin before pulling the zipper the rest of the way up. Bradley turned in his arms draping his arms over his shoulders, “I can afford to be so long as I’ve got you to remember for me.”
Almost ten years and Bradley can still make him blush, “Sap. The kids will kill us if we’re late and you know it.”
Bradley groaned dramatically before trudging towards the door, “You spend too much time with your daughter.”
They both laughed heading downstairs, Jake lagging behind to watch Bradley’s ass in his superman suit. They could hear the front door and the dual cries of ‘Grandpa!’
“Still think he’s dressed as vampire?” Jake quirked a brow.
“We tell the dude he looks like Lestat once,” Bradley groaned.
They turned the corner to find Mav dressed in his white wig and waistcoat to absolutely no one’s surprise. Bradley still embraced his godfather even as he was laughing, “Alright, Mav, we’re heading out. Extra candy is in the kitchen if you need it.”
“I always need it, we’re the favorite house on the block, kiddo,” Mav bent down pressing a kiss to Bailey and then Nick’s foreheads, “Be safe and tell Cassy she’s still my favorite.”
Bob had managed to marry the most secretly badass woman in the world and now Mav’s best friend. When they walked out the front door the rest of the group was walking up to the driveway. Jake had to do a double look to confirm that it really was Bob and Cassy; the other couple decked out as Morticia and Gomez while their twins were running circles around each other in the yard as Pugsley and Wednesday.
“The Addams family, very nice,” he hugged Bob before hugging Cassy, “you should dress like this all the time, Cas.”
The woman in question spun around as Jake whistled, “Girls like you make me wish I wasn’t gay.”
“Keep dreaming, Lois,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek leaving behind a perfect red lip print, “I could never compete with superman.”
Bradley was chatting with Bob, but when he felt eyes on him his head turned catching Jake’s with a goofy smile. The kids had gathered in the yard their heads together talking fast, which meant they were scheming. His worries were solidified when they all put their hands in the middle and shouting candy as their cheer.
All of the other parent’s noticed and rushed to follow after their kids. Jake came up to Bradley the brunette linking their hands with a hum. Bradley had his phone out snapping photos of the group, zooming in on Bailey and Derek their little hands link just like theirs. “I think that’s the start of something very cute.”
Bradley pressed a kiss to his cheek when they stopped, “We’re going to be the coolest grandparents.”
“Cassy was talking about a promotion taking her to Texas,” Jake looked up from under his lashes, “I would hate to break the kids up already.”
Bradley laughed and kissed Jake on his nose, “Jokes on you, blondie. Sally and I have been plotting since last Christmas. I’ll show you the houses I like when we get home.”
Jake just gaped up at his husband for a moment before wrapping his arms around him in a near bone crushing hug the other man letting out a grunt. “You’d really move to Texas?”
“My home is with you and the kids, as long as you guys are there, I’ll move literal mountains.”