Hi lovely readers,

Thank you so much for all of the lovely reviews on the last prompt. It really means a lot.

This prompt was requested by ThatAwkwardPotato, I feel as though it has taken a long time to fill this request so apologies that for. Thank you so much for requesting, I think it's my absolute favourite to write Emily at this age.

Enjoy reading.

Sheldon was never really a man to celebrate the holidays. He particularly struggled with Halloween, a day that some believed the dead returned to earth and although he didn't believe in such a thing, the notion quite honestly terrified him. Plus the only time he ever found it acceptable to dress up was for Comic Con.

However, like with most things in his life, Amy had changed all of that. Regardless of whether he said he wasn't celebrating that particularly year, she had somehow managed to use her magic and talk him round to taking part. His friends picking up on her ability to make him think rationally and like a normal human being was the first sign that he was actually rather smitten with her; that feeling had continued to last for many years.

Every year, Amy had somehow managed to get Sheldon into a variety of couples costumes for the holiday. They reached a compromise where they would alternate each year and each year the other dreaded what the other one would choose. Amy knew Sheldon would never admit it but there was a part of her that knew he secretly enjoyed it.

Just like Amy changing things for the better, welcoming their daughter a little over three years ago had totally flipped all that Sheldon knew on its head. She had changed his life in ways he never thought possible, she gave him a purpose and reason far greater than one he'd ever experienced before. He never quite knew how people found happiness in the simplest, smallest of things but sometimes all he needed to see was his daughters smile for everything to suddenly be okay, she brought him more joy than he ever knew.

It was that sheer fact alone that had prompted him into agreeing that Emily should be the one this year to choose their first family Halloween costumes. It had taken much persuasion on Amy's side but once he'd seen how happy this would make Emily, he couldn't say no.

"Mummy, I think I want to be Tinkerbell," Emily announced from the back seat of the car. Amy had just picked her up from daycare, it was dark and Amy was tired but her daughter as always was full of energy and so excited to share her ideas.

"For Halloween?" Amy asked as she took a turn down the road that would lead her to their favourite Chinese take out. She didn't feel like cooking tonight.

"Mhmm" Emily nodded. "I could have my hair like her too," she was very enthusiastic and as Amy glanced in her mirror she could could see that Emily was trying to wrap her small ponytail into a bun just like Tinkerbell's however, it just kind of flopped in front of her face.

"What could mummy and daddy go as?" Amy asked, she was set on it being a cute family theme.

"Peter Pan and Wendy" she suggested as if the idea was obvious.

Amy laughed. The thought of Sheldon dressed as Peter Pan was quite an amusing image. "Oh I'm not sure darling, we'll have to run that one by daddy"

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"Emy, why don't you run your Halloween idea by dad?" Amy asked as the family sat at the table, eating the Chinese food she had collected just a few minutes ago.

"I want to be Tinkerbell" she smiled, twirling the chopsticks between her little fingers. She was a determined individual and although Amy and Sheldon had told her on many occasions that she could use a fork to eat her noodle she still insisted on trying or at least holding the chopsticks in her hands.

"You want to be Tinkerbell" Sheldon repeated unsure of where this was going and how it slotted in to Amy's family costume plan.

"Yep" she nodded, as she shoved some noodles into her mouth.

"Darling, be careful, you don't have to eat so much" Amy laughed as she reached across the table to wipe off the sauce that was dripping down her daughters chin. "Emily's plan is for us to be Peter Pan and Wendy" Amy explained, smirking as she caught Sheldon's eye.

"Oh" the image in his head of his daughter dressed as Tinkerbell was one the sweetest things he'd ever pictured. Himself, however, dressed as Peter Pan in dark green tights and a funny hat, he couldn't be seen in something like that, it would be embarrassment for the rest of his life. "Maybe we'll have to think about it. We've still got plenty of time."

"Well, I'm still want to be Tinkerbell" she told them, reaching for her juice and taking a sip. It was moments like this when Sheldon wished she hadn't inherited some of his traits, his stubbornness being one of them.

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"We could have magic fairy dust" Emily gasped excitedly. "Dad, we might be able to fly," the magic in her eyes, despite it being 2 am was one of the many reasons why Sheldon loved being her father. He had never quite understood that child like innocence but Emily believed in everything so much from Santa to the tooth fairy, to the Easter bunny and magic fairy dust that could make you fly.

"We're not talking about that now" he told her gently stroking her head, pushing back her hair. "You need to go back to sleep." Today marked the forth night that Emily had wandered in to her parents room during the early hours of the morning. Her reasons for being there had varied, sometimes she would insist on needing them with her to go to sleep other times it was as if she thought it was time to wake up and just wanted to play and have breakfast.

"It's going to be the bestest fun daddy" he wanted to correct her grammar but refrained, even he was too tired for that.

Sheldon stayed with Emily for a few moments, he waited until she was drifting off to sleep before he managed to quietly scuttle away. If she wasn't asleep, she would only call him back. Once back in his own room, he pulled back the duvet and crawled back into bed next to his wife, who after Emily's night time visit, was wide awake.

"How have I, an intelligent man with two degrees and a Nobel prize, managed to get a three old wrapped around my little finger," he asked with a sigh, letting himself fall back against the pillows.

"I think that's called being a father" Amy smiled, she was wide awake and was more than happy to engage in a conversation like this.

"I'm going to have to dress as Peter Pan aren't I?" he admitted defeat already, despite being three, Emily could break down a grown man pretty easily.

Amy laughed, "I think that's being called a father."

Sheldon buried his face in his hands. The thought of himself dressed as Peter Pan during a packed Halloween party at the comic store honestly made him shiver. However, when he thought about that smile on his little girls face, the magic in her eyes, in its own little way it made it all worthwhile.

"I guess you should start ordering those green tights" he told her with a smile and Amy saw in that moment the total love that a father had for his daughter. She would also come to see this look in the photo that would later be framed and displayed in Emily's bedroom of the three dressed as Wendy, Tinkerbell and of course, Peter Pan.

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