Randy's POV

Today was Halloween and Brad, Mark and I were going to head out to go trick-or-treating in the neighborhood. Since it was a nice and safe neighborhood, Mom and Dad allowed us to go by ourselves. Plus, Mom was feeling a little sick so Dad said he'd stay home with her to make her feel better. Last year, our friend Jimmy's mom took us with Jimmy to go trick or treating. His mom would be taking us again this year, so we technically weren't al

I put my Larry (from the 3 stooges) costume on and adjusted my wig. This year, Brad, Mark and I had decided to dress up as the 3 stooges. Dad was over the moon excited that we picked them since he watched them as a kid in the olden days. That was something we didn't dare say in front of Dad.

"Mark, are you ready or are you going to take another twenty years?" I glared.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Randy, I'm ready."

I rolled my eyes too. "You know, next year when our sister comes, we'll have to go home early since she's littler.

"Are you guys ready? You've been taking forever!" Brad groaned.

I nodded and we walked downstairs to show Mom and Dad who would find delight in seeing Brad, Mark and I somewhat dressed alike.

"Don't you guys look cute?" Mom asked as she took a picture.

Brad still had a bruise on his cheek, so Mom made it look like it wasn't there.

Brad groaned. "Mom, can you take the picture already?"

Mom chuckled and started taking pictures of the three of us. Dad stood there by her and smiled at the three of us, rubbing Mom's back.

"I want you guys to be safe. I know you guys were going with Jimmy's mom, but we think you guys are old enough to do it by yourself. The neighborhood is really safe and you guys should be fine if you don't talk to strangers," Mom told.

Dad nodded. "Follow the rules that we have you do at home."

I nodded with a groan. "Okay, okay, now that we've gotten our orders and love from our mommy, can we go now?"

Mom chuckled. "Yes, now be safe and don't go to any houses we don't know."

We hugged her and then headed out the door with our bags for our Halloween candy to go in. Walking down the street, Brad and I stood on either side of Mark, being protective in case we saw Vinnie or his brothers.

"Let's go to Wilson's house first," I suggested.

We wandered over and knocked. He opened the door. "Trick or treat!"

"Well, hello, young Taylors. How's your mother and your sibling doing?"

Brad made an eh motion with his hand. "Still nauseous but she's alright. You?"

Wilson smiled. "I'm alright."

We headed off to go do more trick-or-treating.

Tim's POV

With the kids gone (well, the boys), Jill and I had decided to lay back and sit on the couch, watching TV together. We had candy in a basket for when kids came to the door for trick-or-treating. Jill was still feeling nauseous, but it was slowly starting to die down a bit. It was still clearly there though.

"Tim, we need to talk about Mark," Jill told as I gave a piece of candy each to three kids and they walked off.

"What about him? Are the boys tormenting him again?" I asked as I got some crackers for her and handed it to her.

Jill shook her head. "It's about him and the baby. I'm worried about him being jealous around him/her."

I looked at her and handed more candy to kids who came to the door. "Jill, sibling rivalry is normal, it's gone back all the way to Cain and Abel."

Jill nodded. "I know it's normal, but will he be okay around the baby?"

I nodded while rolling my eyes. "No, he's going to sacrifice her while we're gone."

Jill gave a glare and sighed. "It's just my hormones, Tim. Hand me the ice cream."

I handed it to her and ate some cottage cheese. "Jill, everything will be okay. Mark will be nine years old and he's got Brad and Randy. Plus, Brad and Randy are excited to become big brothers again."

I smiled at her and kissed her with a smile. With a smile, Jill hugged me and ate some fruit, following the doctor's orders. The doctor ordered her to eat more fruit and that was an easy yet hard rule for Jill to follow. Since I wanted both Jill and the baby to be healthy, I decided to start buying a lot more fruits and vegetables.

"Happy Halloween," I told the last kids and their parents as they left. I put the candy away and hugged Jill.

Jill smiled. "By this time next year, we'll have a little one who'll celebrate her first Halloween, I'm so excited."

"I know! I can't believe we're pregnant again!" I smiled

Jill put my hand on her stomach, but the baby wasn't kicking. It was much too early for the baby to be kicking yet.

"Hey Jill, do you wanna lay on the couch and wait for the boys?" I asked.

Jill nodded. "I might fall asleep, so I won't be very fun."

Jill, you're the most fun and precious thing in my life aside from the baby and the kids, but even then, you're more important, I told myself.

We laid on the couch and watched an old home video of us at home with baby Mark, the first day we got him. Jill's hair was longer and the house was different. There were more baby toys and toddler toys.

Brad was three and Randy was two. I was 31 and Jill was 29. Mark was a baby.

"He's so precious!" Jill's eyes glowed with pride.

The baby in the blue blanket stirred in his sleep but stayed asleep. Mark had the cutest chubby cheeks and dirty blonde hair. He had a full head like his brothers. He was in a white onesie and swaddled in a blue blanket.

"Do you boys like your baby brother?" Jill asked as she held him.

Brad shook his head. "Mommy, he's boring. He doesn't do anything fun."

Randy looked at her angrily. "I wanna be the baby!"

Typical toddler reactions. Brad and Randy ran off and I put my hand over Jill's, smiling at my newborn son. I was in awe that I was a daddy for a third time.

I turned off the video and saw that Jill was fast asleep. Her head was in my lap and she was holding my hand in her sleep. Her soft brown hair was messy, but she still looked beautiful no matter what.

The video made me smile aside from Brad and Randy's reactions. At that time, the two were best friends and there was no stopping them. They would get into trouble and didn't go anywhere without each other. Now, Brad was growing up and didn't want to hang out with his little brother much anymore.

"Hey Dad," Brad smiled as he, Randy and Mark walked in.

I carried Jill to bed and tucked her in. I walked back down and smiled. "Hey guys, what kind of candy did you get?"

"We got all sorts of kinds, Dad!" Mark grinned.

I smiled. "Well, I still have to check it before you eat it for sharp things. Did you accept any homemade food?"

Randy shook his head. "No, Dad, we told them, 'We're sorry, but our parents said no homemade things, but thank you.' Was that good?"

I nodded. "Yes, that was a very good idea."

I looked through their candy and checked for sharp or dangerous objects. To my relief, there were none so I mixed the candy and put it in a bowl. I put the bowl up high so that they couldn't reach it without asking.

"Next year, you guys get to have a little one go with you," I smiled.

Brad nodded eagerly. "That's awesome! Do we use a stroller?"

I nodded. "That'll be easiest, you guys. Head on upstairs and get ready for bed."

The boys nodded and obeyed, heading up obediently.