You and König were married, blessed with four beautiful quadruplets, two boys and two girls. The night of Halloween had arrived, and the air was filled with excitement as König helped the girls prepare for their evening of trick-or-treating. All four of them, brimming with energy and giggles, had decided to dress as ghosts. They’d borrowed their father’s oversized shirts, and with a bit of your handiwork, each shirt had been painted with bleach below the holes for the eyes.

As they gathered by the door, their eyes shining with anticipation, König knelt to give his final instructions, his voice firm but gentle:

“Don’t get lost, and hold hands!”

The kids linked hands through the fabric of the shirts, looking up at him with adoration before turning their soft and innocent gaze towards you.

"Can we go now?" they asked in unison, their voices a soft, pleading chorus.

With a warm smile and a nod, you joined König in watching them hurry into the night, your heart swelling as their laughter echoed down the street.

Their waddles were uneven, but that was enough to make your and your husband's heart melt, your head now was found resting over König's broad shoulder with a brief sigh and proud gaze.