Halloween and fall festivities go on for the entire month of October at the base where the Task Force considers home, but nothing compares to the huge party thrown every year on Halloween night. The brass looks the other way when the party rages on, and the punch is spiked three times over. Last year's party was the best one yet. Maybe too good.

You had been dating one of the members of the Task Force for a while at that point. Kyle. It was frankly unfair that he was so good-looking, and it was like you won the lottery with how kind and devoted. He missed a lot of holidays. You weren't sure if he'd make it to the party this year even when he texted you mid-op: 'Don't buy a costume. Got you something special.'

But there it was, laid out on your bed after your shift and just your size. You put the costume on eagerly and added a few special touches. The way his eyes lit up when he saw you across the dance floor... It was an inside joke, since you often said he was built like a Greek god, he bought you a beautiful, perfectly draped goddess costume that hugged you in all the right places. You dusted your skin with some gold luster and made a gold laurel wreath to pin in your hair. He, of course, was dressed in a similar white, perfectly draped toga as a god.

Kyle couldn't wait to get his hands on you. He'd been on-mission for a few weeks, and seeing your skin shimmer made him lose all rationale. After dancing for only a few songs, he took your hand and dragged you to his office. The door locked behind you, and the rest is history.

A year later, you're putting your three-month-old baby in her first Halloween costume. Kyle is replacing the porch light in case any trick-or-treaters come knocking. You've squeezed into your costume from last year, since you got the baby's costume to specifically match yours: a gold dress and fluffy white wings for her to be a cherub.

When Kyle comes back inside, sneaking a piece of candy from the bowl next to the door, he stops in his tracks when he sees you and the baby. "Bloody hell... do I need to go dig out my costume?"

You already did that though, and it was laid out on the bed waiting for him. He goes and puts it on, adjusting the gold laurels before taking the baby and resting her against his chest. There's a familiar heat behind his gaze as he looks at you in your old costume, "Careful, love. Might end up with two under two."