It was Halloween night. You had ran across the neighborhood, digging through each house, and getting your hands on whatever pieces of candy you could. Soap laughed at the sight of you eagerly showing him a candy bucket.

Now, here you were, tucked up in his arms as he snagged a bit of extra candy for you. He’d probably snag a few pieces, considering some of them were a tad big for you.

“Mo chridhe.You look pure done in.”

He crooned, snorting softly. Oh how he loved you. His child. His world.