Halloween was never really a holiday the 141 celebrated, until you came into the world.

Simon was your father, you was his 10 month old daughter. He had changed ever since your mother died in labour, but that didn’t stop his love for you.

Even through the sleepless nights, vomit, messy diapers and food going everywhere but your mouth, he pushed through with the help of his friends.

Currently, Simon was helping you dress for trick-or-treating. He didn’t want you to be cold, so he put you in a fuzzy bear onesie, it was adorable.

Gaz and Soap was preparing the necessary needs - your bottle of milk, some snacks and your teddy while Price helped Simon by keeping you distracted while you got dressed.

“Look at you! All snuggled up, eh? Little monster.” Price teased, gently poking your nose while Simon just lightly chuckled.