He never agreed to it — well, he never wanted to agree anyway. The only reason he’s holding a pumpkin shaped plastic bucket filled to the brim with treats is because you were always so enthusiastic about Halloween. If anything, he would have simply stayed at home… reading, or solving crosswords on old magazines.

“How much longer?” He asked through a soft sigh as he stood at your side, peering down at you, “it’s almost midnight, you know… past your bedtime,” he teased.