A/N: So continues Fictober, or whatever. Another Halloween-themed prompt from tumblr!
Enjoy!
"Babe, slow down you're gonna cut yourself," April warns Andy, watching him carve relentlessly into the dull orange pumpkin around the kitchen table, Jack in her lap and a large, blunt knife in his hand. "As much as I'd love to see blood just before Halloween, I'm not so into it being yours. Okay? Plus, going to the hospital sounds super boring right now."
"Aww," Andy says with a purr of affection before kissing April briefly. "Trust me. I got this. Don't worry about it!"
"That's what you said last time," April reminds him just before adjusting Jack in her lap. "This little tubster's gonna watch daddy carve into his namesake, right?"
She taps her fingers along her son's belly, the one year old's gleeful laugh exploding into the air and causing Andy to stop what he's doing to stare. Stare like he does for hours at a time, any day and every day. It's like he's looking into a life he never thought he'd get to have and if anything made April happy with her choices, it was that.
"Little Jack-o'-Lantern's gonna see–"
"Andy!" April interrupts him with a look that sends a wicked chill up his spine.
"What? You're the one who named him," he shrugs and goes back to carving the jagged smile of the decoration. April always complains about getting pumpkin guts all over her, then promptly demanding that Andy tell no one she said anything about getting gross stuff on her.
"Technically, you did," she points out.
"Thats, um–" he chunks into the next angle with about the same, sloppy dexterity as April, then chuckles. "That's a fine point. You're as smart as you are sexy."
April rolls her eyes, trying to mask the desire to keep going with where this first step of roleplaying always went. At least for the moment. Or, rather, until after they went out trick-or-treating and Jack was fast asleep. And in another room on the other end of the house, doors closed between them.
"Well–" and just then, before she could give a witty retort, Jack starts giggling incoherently. Mixed in with that, he says garbled nonsense and points at Andy still cutting through the pumpkin.
"Dude, lemme take over," she says.
"What? You told me I could–" but April's hugging Jack tight and kissing the top of his head before scooting her chair forward and switching their loads. "Oh, little guy wants to hang out with dad, right? Awesome. You're so awesome. You're the most awesomest, coolest, rad–"
April focuses on the pumpkin, and mostly where any excess seeds spill out, all while listening to Andy tickle, play with, and tell their son how cool he is and how happy he is.
It's almost ridiculous, but then again when she looks over the both of them have such massive smiles on their faces that she can't help herself before smirking over at them and returning to the boring work of making this pumpkin as terrifying as possible. Sadly, Andy's always look thrilled or happy. Maybe one year she'd have to do it herself again just so she could make a properly terrifying jack-o'-lantern to offset the grossly adorable, baby one they had.