"No, no way," Morgan said, shaking his head and giving his lover a look, "That's just embarrassing, Babe."
"Oh come on!" Reid cajoled, "He looks cute!"
Clooney gave his owner a pathetic look from where he sat with Reid on the floor. The man was in the process of putting what looked like a hotdog bun on the dog. The poor dog was already wearing a red sweater with a streak of yellow on the back, apparently supposed to look like mustard.
"What on earth possessed you to dress our dog up?" Morgan asked in disbelief, and Clooney whined in apparent agreement.
"I thought the trick-or-treaters would enjoy it," Reid admitted, finally fitting the rest of the ridiculous costume onto the dog, "He can answer the door with us,"
Reid tried to get off the floor, no easy feat for someone as far along in pregnancy as he was, Morgan didn't think he should have been down there in the first place. He reached down and helped Reid up, trying to help him regain his balance.
"I'll be glad when I can do something as simple as standing up without needing help," Reid pouted, smoothing a hand down over his rounded stomach.
"I like helping you," Morgan informed him, keeping an arm around his waist and giving Clooney a considering look.
"The kids will love it," Reid said hopefully, "All the children in the neighborhood adore Clooney."
"Yeah, I'm sure they'll get a kick out of it," Morgan agreed, petting the dog's head, "Sorry, buddy, I think you got outvoted."
"We should take pictures for Fran," Reid added, and they laughed when Clooney whined again.
"I can't believe he let you put that on him," Morgan said, shaking his head, "He'd have snapped at anyone else. Maybe even me."
"Well, I think he's starting to warm up to me," Reid explained, "Especially lately. When I was walking him earlier, he growled at anyone who got too close."
"Really?" Morgan asked, surprised, "He's never been like that before."
"Maybe it's because of the baby," Reid mused, "He's started sitting on the couch with me too, with his head in my lap."
"Now that's something we should get a picture of," Morgan teased, "Nobody will believe me otherwise. You've finally gotten him over the Reid effect."
The doorbell rang before Reid could do more than slap Morgan's shoulder, and he grinned brightly. Morgan thought it was cute, how much Reid loved Halloween…as long as he wasn't jumping out wearing masks of course.
"Come on, Clooney," Reid said, tugging on the dog's collar and grabbing a huge bowl of candy off the coffee table, "Let's go give out some candy!"
