Here's a little 31 day "fic prompt" fic, all leading up to Halloween! Each chapter will be "short" (short for me) :oP, with a different word as the theme. And I thought, "what better universe to set this fic in than the Suzy Universe?" So there you go! If you're a fan of my Suzy AU stories, this is your Halloween treat :o) be sure to check back in daily! And thanks for reading!

P.S. -the timeline for this story is set several months after the events happening in Little Miss Suzy, with Aidan being roughly 3-5 months old.

31 Halloween Treats
by The Yankee Countess

October 1—"Costume"

Tom and Sybil were curled up in the warmth of their bed when the heard the tapping. Tom was the first to stir, his eyes opening and his head lifting slightly off the pillow at the sound. "Wha…?" he lifted a hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes, then peered at the tiny clock on the bedside table, frowning as he read the hour: 7:00am.

"Mummy! Daddy!"

Sybil began to stir then, her eyes fluttering open at the sound, and she too sat up, looking tired, disheveled, and confused, much like her husband.

"Mummy! Daddy!" the voice was starting to grow louder and more impatient.

Tom and Sybil looked at one another and both whispered the same name: "Suzy."

Despite their sleepiness, they both made quick work of slipping their pajamas back on from the night before, glad that they had at the very least instilled in Suzy the importance of knocking before entering a room, and then finally granted the child admittance, upon which she came bounding in, jumping up onto their bed and grinning broadly. "It's the first day of October!" she announced. She was trying to keep her voice low because of Aidan, but it was obvious she was having difficulty to do so because of her excitement.

Tom and Sybil glanced at each other, trying to remember the significance of the day.

Suzy groaned and rolled her eyes at them. "Mummy, don't you remember? You promised we could go to the costume shop on the first day of October!"

Now it all came back.

For weeks, practically ever since September began, Suzy had been seeing things in shops, on television, and the internet, advertising all things Halloween. She wanted to do it all; decorate their home, make special treats, and of course, get a costume. She especially wanted to go to the shops and get a costume, something which her Irish grandmother was having a hard time understanding.

"I can make the child's costume!" Margaret had insisted. But what Margaret had in mind was the more "traditional" Halloween fare: witches, ghosts, and fairies, not Rey or Capt. Phasma (of which Margaret stared blankly upon hearing the names).

Sybil had to put her foot down about the matter, and promised Suzy that on the first of October, and not a day sooner, would they go costume shopping. And Suzy was wise not to push the matter further; she accepted this compromise, but what her parents hadn't been expecting was her waking up as early as seven in the morning on a Saturday.

"Darling, the shop won't be open for at least another two, possibly three hours," Sybil tried to explain with a yawn.

Suzy groaned and rolled her eyes again (good Lord, was this a glimpse into her future teen years?) At that moment Aidan seemed to sense that everybody else was awake and so decided to demand a little attention of his own.

"Well we'll not be going back to bed now," Tom muttered under his breath into Sybil's ear, before leaning in and kissing her cheek. "Want me to check on him, or should I start making breakfast?"

Sybil sighed. "I'll check on him and you take Suzy into the kitchen," she instructed, before returning her husband's kiss and rising from the bed at last.

As Suzy followed her father into the kitchen, she asked Tom, "What was your favorite costume for Halloween?"

"Me?" he asked, his brow scrunching as he tried to recall. Halloween, at least in the "trick-or-treating" sense was a much bigger thing now than it had been when he was Suzy's age. "I think I dressed up as a ghost a few times…"

Suzy made a face at this. "A ghost?" She clearly wasn't impressed.

Tom couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, keep in mind, m'darlin', my mother made us our costumes, they didn't have all these shops that pop up now every autumn. And…I liked being a ghost. E.T. was a ghost!" he defended, laughing even more as Suzy's look of confusion deepened. He would have to expand her movie education.

"Well, I'm going to be Rey…or Capt. Phasma," she told him, which she had been doing pretty much ever since she had seen the latest Star Wars film. "Or…a ghostbuster!"

Tom's eyebrows lifted at this. "A ghostbuster?" he repeated. This was a first.

Suzy nodded, grinning proudly. Sybil and Suzy had had a "girl's night out" earlier that summer, and had gone to see the newest Ghostbusters film. Suzy had loved it, but had never said anything about wanting to dress up as a ghostbuster for Halloween.

"Well…you have a serious decision to make," he murmured, to which Suzy dramatically sighed, before sinking into her chair at the kitchen table.

"I know," she groaned, to which Tom had to bite his lip to keep from bursting out laughing. "But once I see what the shop has to offer, I'll make my decision then."

Tom nodded his head, before opening the refrigerator. "Aye, that's good, but what I meant was…you have a serious decision on what you want for breakfast: eggs on toast? Or eggs with sausage?" Suzy groaned again, and this time, Tom didn't keep himself from laughing.

To be continued…