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Last year Halloween had been fun, just the three of them staying in and eating candy while dressed up and in full face paint; they'd wanted to go trick or treating, but it had rained all night and didn't stop for a few days after. Mars was three and didn't care where the candy caame from as long as she got it, so there were no complaints. This year, though, there were four of them.
Quinn was just barely two, but he was a little more of a handful than Mars had been a couple years ago. He was almost completely mute and didn't enjoy talking at all, mostly he just made squeaky noises or cried. Craig had been like that as a young kid too, so there were no complaints, Quinn was just a funny little guy with autism who deserved his own space to do what he wanted, and his parents let him, it was Quinn who chose his and his sister's costumes, based on how comfy they were.
Tweek did Mars' hair every day, braids and ponytails and buns, when they first got her she'd only had a few wisps of brown hair on her little new baby smelling head, but he'd wanted to know all the hairstyles ahead of time, so between the feedings and changings and sleepless nights he'd watched hairstyling videos. He mostly practiced on himself or Tricia, but he also got chances to practice on different hair textures, Bebe didn't even complain much when he tugged too hard or twitched his hands.
He tied Mars' hair into two top buns to look like a pair of rounded ears, to finish off their matching costumes, Quinn refused the headband ears with a shake of his head.
Technically the onesies were labelled as 'hamsters', but really, the only thing incorrect about them was the tails, otherwise they'd be perfect guinea pig costumes.
Quinn hopped on the balls of his feet and swayed from side to side as he waited quietly, Craig held both kids' pumpkin buckets for them until they were ready and swayed in sync with the little boy.
Tweek zipped up his kneelength boots to finish his own witch outfit, something he'd previously worn a few years ago, before they'd had the kids, for an adult halloween party. Craig thought the fishnet stockings were a little slutty, but he didn't say anything, just smiled as his husband got in close and used a cheap plastic brush to draw on a pink nose and six black whiskers on his face, then finishing off his subpar face painting with a kiss that smudged the pink onto his own nose. They set off at five thirty, when it was just getting dark.
It was getting late now at six twenty, and their little plastic pails were almost full, so both dads suggested that they finish off their treating and head home after one last house.
"Trick or treat!" Mars announced, as she had at every other house on the block, when a man around her dads' ages came to the door with an annoyed look. He dropped one single wrapped candy into Mars' bucket, then turned to Quinn and waited. After an awkward second of silence and staring, Mars realised that he was waiting for her little brother to say what she had, so she corrected him.
"Quinn doesn't talk."
"Well then Quinn doesn't get any candy." The man rolled his eyes and made a 'shooing' gesture with his hand. Mars stood her ground and stared at him with a pointed glare.
"You're a butthole, mister." She stated, very matter of factly, and pulled her wrist through the strap on her bucket so she could raise her middle finger at him. The man was stunned, but when he looked up at the kid's parents, hoping they'd scold her, he instead saw the men with the same glares and same raised middle finger. He slammed the door shut instead.
Mars took Quinn's hand and led him back down the path towards their parents, thankfully, he didn't seem that upset. He wasn't much for expressions.
She took the candy that she had just been given, sitting proudly on top of her bucket, and kindly dropped it into Quinn's bucket with a smile.
Quinn squeezed her hand a little harder, but didn't smile back, Mars was still sure he was grateful, though.
"He was a butthole, Mars." Craig nodded, ruffling her hair to praise her. Quinn held his hands up towards Tweek and the blond got the hint, lifting him up by his armpits and sitting him on his hip.
"That house didn't count. One more." He shook his head, giving one last glare at the closed door.
"One more good house." Craig agreed.
"Trick or treat!" Mars held out her bucket towards the elderly lady who opened the door, and nudged Quinn's foot for him to hold out his, too. This time Craig and Tweek walked the kids to the door, Quinn still in Tweek's arms.
"My my, and what are you two?" She smiled.
"We're guinea pigs, and our dad is a cat, and our other dad is a witch who turned us into guinea pigs!"
"Oh dear, well I better give you two something good then, or else he'll turn me into something too." She was such a cute little old lady, Craig and Tweek were immediately reminded of their own grandmothers as she smiled adoringly at their very adorable children.
She moved to the side, hand diving into a candy bowl, and produced two full sized Hershey bars. Mars gasped.
"Happy halloween, kids." She smiled, dropping a bar each into their buckets.
"Thank you!"
Quinn made a squeaky noise and hid his face in Tweek's shoulder to avoid the eye contact.
"Quinn says thank you, too!"
"You're very welcome. Enjoy your night, you little sweethearts!"
"Gawd dayum!" Craig's accent drawled just like his dad's. "When did you get so heavy?" He asked, Mars on his back with her legs hooked on his elbows to keep her steady.
"I'm not heavy." Mars corrected him very matter-of-factly. "You're just fat, daddy!"
Tweek had to look away so Craig wouldn't see him grinning at their daughter's hilariously bad attitude.
By the time they got home the kids were starting to get drowsy and sluggish, but they both insisted on starting on their candy and watching a movie, so Tweek had to get on his knees and sort through the pile of dvds until they agreed on Hotel Transylvania and curled up together in the round spinning cuddle chair. The more tired Quinn was, the more accepting he was to physical touch, and he leaned into his sister's side while sucking and drooling over his big chocolate bar. Most of it ended up around his mouth and on his fingers instead of in his belly.
Tweek fell asleep ten minutes into the movie, head on Craig's chest and snoring, and when Craig tilted his head up he saw that the kids had also passed out quickly, their exhaustion won over their sugar rush. Usually he would be the responsible parent and put the kids in their beds, but he figured that since it was Quinn's first halloween and the family's first halloween all together, that leaving them all asleep in the living room wasn't a horrible crime, the worst that he expected were sore backs for him and his loving husband, Mr. T. Tucker, and bellyaches for the kids; and they could all survive that. They were a strong family.