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“You got so drunk last year, baby,” Eddie laughs, styling his hair in the mirror next to his boyfriend.
“Did I?”
“Yes! You came onto me and then fell asleep before I could even get those slutty shorts off!”
“Mmmm, yeah,” Buck remembers fondly, he can only recall glimpses from the late hours of that night, but he does have memories of how euphoric it was to find Eddie waiting for him in bed. Even if he couldn’t stay up long enough to reap the benefits.
“You’re not getting that drunk again tonight, okay? You’re on baby duty, it’s my turn to make decisions I regret,” Eddie reasons. He’s gotten closer with Buck’s frat brothers over the past year, he’s excited to party with them, even if Buck can’t get trashed along with the group.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Buck only pouts a little bit. He’s just as happy to spend time with Chris. Who might be even cuter than last year. If that’s possible. “How do I look?” Buck asks, stepping away from the mirror and facing his boyfriend.
“Gay.”
“Perfect.”
“Pfft. Do you really think Luke was gay?”
“Eds, that guy was fruity as fuck. Luke Skywalker? More like…? Luke… Guy… Liker..?”
“That was horrible.”
“Doesn’t matter, Luke and Han were totally gay for each other. It’s subtext.”
“What subtext? Han married his fucking sister!”
“You’ll never understand the nuance of gay Luke Skywalker and that’s okay, babe.”
Eddie just rolled his eyes.
Secret gay plotlines or not, they had a pretty good matching costume. Buck made a very handsome and convincing Luke and Eddie made a devastatingly beautiful Han. Buck had finally decided Chris was old enough to experience Star Wars for the first time and he loved it, if not mostly for the colours and sounds. Buck was even more excited to watch it with him when he was old enough to remember it (and develop his first crushes on whichever characters he liked, though if he was following in Dada’s footsteps, he would no doubt choose Luke). Chris was adorable as a little Chewbacca, and Buck and Eddie were convinced that somehow they were topping their costume from last year.
As Eddie gets Chris ready, he can see Buck out of the corner of his eye playing with his lightsaber and making sound effects every time he moves it.
“Womp, womp, kurshhh, womp, womp.”
Eddie can’t wait until Chris is old enough to play lightsabers with his Dada. Buck is going to be such a fun dad. He already is the fun dad, but Eddie just really wants to fast forward to the part of their lives when they have a big basement to play mini sticks in, and a big backyard to play fetch with their dog, and a big couch to make forts out of, and a big living room to shoot nerf guns in. Buck and Chris are going to have so much fun together.
In the meantime though, Eddie is perfectly happy living with his boys in the present.
Chris watches Buck and giggles when Buck pretends to stab himself with his lightsaber. Chris’ laughter is so contagious Buck is suddenly laughing too. He pretend-cuts off his hand and falls to his knees screaming, Chris is laughing and squirming along with him, shaking his little baby limbs as Eddie dresses him.
“Evan, would you stop distracting our son, please?”
“My hand! No! My hand, Eddie! My hand is gone!”
“It better not be, I had plans for that hand tonight,” Eddie mutters, and Buck promptly shuts up.
Once they’re all dressed, they set up Eddie’s phone to take a bunch of pictures. This year, Eddie actually knows how to use the timer, thanks to Buck.
They really are the definition of adorable, Buck with his swooshy hair and his lightsaber leaning over Chris to kiss Eddie on the cheek while he points his blaster at the camera. Chris looks up at them and smiles in his cute fuzzy costume. And it’s definitely about to be one of the best photos they’ve taken together.
The frat is just as ecstatic about their costumes as they are, though they make sure to inform Buck and Eddie that they’re not allowed to win the costume contest two years in a row. Much to Buck’s dismay. Buck had even spent the last two weeks trying to teach Chris how to make Chewbacca sounds!
As the night goes on, Buck finds a comfy corner of the couch to sit with Chris. Chris has got his earmuffs on and is truly looking too adorable for his own good. Which draws the attention of more than a few sorority girls. Buck isn’t the best at realizing when people are flirting with him, he just assumes they’re being friendly. Which is why he’s a little bit sad that his new potential friends rush off after Eddie comes and gives him a kiss.
But just as soon as Eddie placed himself down in his boyfriend’s lap, he’s gone again, ‘woohoo’ing when 'Thriller' comes on and he’s pulled up onto the beer pong table to dance with Connor. By this point, his shirt is ripped open and his hair is messy and his blaster is tucked into his belt and he looks so fucking hot Buck has to avert his eyes. Han Solo? More like Han So-gorgeous. That was also pretty terrible.
Christopher is nodding off in Buck’s arms, so after a drunken goodbye from his boyfriend, who tastes a lot like whisky and Kit-Kat bars, Buck retires to his room with their son.
Chris is happy to have the fluffy costume off, a great deal of the fur had started to go missing anyway with how he was pulling at the tufts.
“Alright, Chewy, it’s bedtime,” Buck sighs, putting Chris into his crib after changing him.
Buck forgoes the traditional bedtime story and instead explains to Chris what went wrong in the Star Wars Christmas special. Which Chris can’t really absorb, but will no doubt be exposed to when he’s old enough anyway. He loves the sound of Buck’s voice regardless of what story he’s telling, and is soon fast asleep.
“Goodnight, mijo. Dada loves you,” Buck whispers as he shuts the nightlight off.
Buck brushes his hair out and takes off his costume, throwing on a pair of Eddie’s boxers and an old shirt from his high school football team. He’s tired and his social battery is drained, but his mind is still busy as always. He takes his meds and gets under the covers, messing around on his phone until Eddie joins him.
“I’m not drunk!” Eddie announces as he walks in the door.
“Shhhhh! Chris is sleeping!”
“I’m not drunk!” Eddie whispers this time. Buck just laughs.
“C’mere, handsome,” Buck opens up his arms for his boyfriend.
Eddie obliges and cuddles up to Buck. He is in fact drunk. But telling Eddie that will not be productive.
“You had fun with the guys?” Buck asks, stroking through Eddie’s hair.
“Yeah, they’re fun. I love them. I love you. And I love that they love you too,” Eddie babbles, face smushed into Buck’s chest.
That fills Buck’s heart so much.
“I love you, Edd-”
“You wanna bang?”
Buck can’t help but laugh.
“Do you wanna bang?”
“I wanna bang.”
“Well, I wanna bang too,” Buck smirks, like it’s a challenge, pushing Eddie up so he’s straddling him.
“Good. And it’s a good thing you’re Luke tonight. Because I really wanna top and that dude was a bottom bitch.”
“Oh? So Luke is gay now? Thought you said earlier that Luke wasn’t gay,” Buck giggles.
“Never said he was gay. Just said he was a bottom.”
“Yeah, right,” Buck smiles, “well, lucky for you, I’m both,” he cups his boyfriend’s cheek and presses a long kiss to his lips.
“Lucky me,” Eddie smiles back and gives him another kiss. "Happy Halloween, Ev."
"Happy Halloween, Eds."