Where I live we don't really celebrate Halloween - so this is my idea of Halloween. And the one Kim and Hank should have in my opinion - just the two of them.

Trick or treat - or a kiss

That morning, as Hank was about to enter the kitchen, he paused for a moment in the doorway, watching his pregnant girlfriend. Kim stood at the countertop, stirring ingredients in a bowl.

It smelled faintly of cinnamon and pumpkin. Of apples and caramel.

Kim was baking for Halloween. Cupcakes. Cookies. She loved it. Halloween. And all the other holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter.

And she also looked forward to next year, when she could sew the first costume for the little one. You know, when they would go from house to house all together for trick-or-treating. And in moments like these, Hank could imagine it, too. His new life. A future together, as a family. Oh, you know, that life that lay ahead of them.

Suddenly, Kim stopped in mid-motion and put one of her hands on her belly. Apparently the baby was kicking again. A smile settled on Hank's lips as he watched the scene.

"I guess she can't wait until she can celebrate Halloween with us next year," Hank said, stepping up to Kim. He was absolutely sure that Baby Voight was going to be a girl while Kim believed that she was carrying a little boy. Sure, they could have asked the doctor but they wanted it to be a surprise. The gender of Baby Voight.

"No more than we can. Have a feel," Kim replied, reaching for his hand and placing it on her belly so he could feel the baby's kicks, too, "That's your little boy ."

Every time he felt the baby in Kim's belly, a smile and an expression filled with wonder settled on Hank's face. In fact, at times, he couldn't believe that this was his future. To have a woman he loved and who loved him. And a child.

And it was moments like these that made Hank wonder if it wasn't time to call it quits. To turn in his badge. You know, just to be a dad. And the man by Kim's side. I mean, he'd be waiting for her at home in the evenings, with dinner, while she hunted down the criminals of this city. And he' d drive their daughter to school in the morning. Oh, and possibly take care of the other two kids they'd eventually have. You see, Hank always longed for a big family. Something he had dreamed of with Camille, even back then. Something he hadn't been able to have with Camille. Yes, he would like that. Such a life. Maybe he really should do it. It might really be time. Time for his resignation. He had served his city for good. Perhaps now it was time to devote himself to another task. His family.

"What are you thinking about?" Kim's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Do you have any idea how lucky I am to have you in my life?" he asked her instead.

"I am the lucky one."

"Kim-"

"No," Kim objected, "Hank, I never dared to dream that my wishes which I once had would really come true. All I ever wanted was to have that little piece of happiness. A man who loves me. A child. A family. All of this. I've always longed for this. For a life like this."

Hank looked at her for a moment. Kim never talked much about her past. About her life before she came to Chicago. Before she had become part of the Intelligence Unit. His unit.

It was as if Kim Burgess simply hadn't existed before.

"And now off you go, you have to go to the precinct. Oh, and be on time tonight," she instructed him.

"Tonight?" he asked.

"When we dress up and go trick or treating from house to house. The first Trick or Treat for our baby," she reminded him and then a wicked smile appeared on her lips. An idea forming in her mind.

"Kim, I think-"

"And afterwards, we'll continue the evening in our bedroom. Just the two of us. And perhaps a pair of handcuffs. Or a scarf. A candle. Well, we will find something that we will both enjoy. So don't be late," Kim whispered in his ear and blew a kiss on the shell. Her hand was wandering down his back. And then she was touching his butt. Squeezing it.

"Kim," he groaned. He felt himself harden at the very idea. The things Kim was implying. Oh, and from the touch.

In an instant, the mood between them could change. Become an erotic sizzle. Full of desire for each other. Despite being heavily pregnant and with a baby due in a month's time, their desire for each other had not diminished. A desire that they acted out with great fervor. Within the bedroom. As well as outside of it. Well, sometimes it took a little bit of creativity and some improvisation, but in the end they were both satisfied. Always.

Just like a few days ago, when she had already been waiting for him at the door. Surprising him. Clad only in his dressing gown. She had attacked him with hungry kisses. And they had barely made it into the bedroom, driven by lust. Desire for each other.

While Hank was lost in his thoughts, Kim's hands had already started wandering over his body.

"Would you like a little appetizer for tonight?" asked Kim as her hand settled on his belt buckle. Drawing another moan from him. She could make him hard with just a single touch. A kiss.

"Maybe," he replied with a smile before kissing Kim as he felt her fingers slipping inside his jeans.

And then he pushed her against the countertop before sealing her lips with a kiss while his hand was slipping under her shirt. Touching her breasts. Making her nipples harden.

The grin on his lips at the memory of that morning and the evening ahead was still there as he entered the precinct and walked by Trudy Platts desk.

"Voight, is the little one out yet?" asked Trudy Platt when she saw him.

"Not yet," he replied, walking up the stairs to his unit.

Fortunately, the day was somewhat quiet - even though Halloween was only a few hours away, it seemed that crime was taking a break. But at night, surely it wouldn't just be dressed-up creatures doing their mischief at trick or treat. But by then, Hank wanted to be home with Kim.

Hank was standing in front of the whiteboard when the phone in his pocket announced a message.

Quickly, he pulled it out of his pocket. He hoped it was the message they were all waiting for. The news that Kim was in labor. The news that Baby Voight would finally be born.

'I'm waiting for you. XOXO' - Kim had written.

Looking up, Hank saw the questioning looks he was getting from his team.

"Kim asked me to buy some pickles. You know she's been crazy about pickles since the beginning of her pregnancy. You know, pregnant women and her cravings," he lied by way of explanation.

But at that moment, it was something else she was craving. Sex. Him. And she was craving it now.

Only he couldn't tell his team that.

And so that was the next best explanation, because he knew the team couldn't wait for baby Voight to be born either. And with every message he got from Kim since she had traded the desk, for the sofa at home, waiting for it to be the news that labor had begun.

The other day, by accident, Hank had discovered a box of baby chucks in Atwater's desk. And Trudy Platt had given him a gorgeous baby blanket she had crocheted a few days ago.

Only, unfortunately, Baby Voight was still taking his or her sweet time. Still, he wouldn't keep Kim waiting. Not when he knew exactly what awaited him at home. Oh, the things the night still had in store for him. For him and Kim. He could only imagine.

"We should call it a night," Hank then declared.

Thankfully it was a short drive home. And when he opened the front door, he found himself in almost complete darkness. The only light he saw was flickering in the living room. Candles.

"Kim," he called out as he walked slowly toward the living room.

"Here," he heard her voice as he entered the room. And there she stood. His Kim. Dressed in a pair of knickers, one of his shirts - unbuttoned so he could see her bare breasts - and a witch's hat.

Slowly she approached him and slipped off the shirt.

"Trick or treat," she whispered and wound her arms around his neck.

"How about a kiss?" he asked and leaned his head down.