Author's Note: Well, it's Halloween, and welcome to my very first holiday fic! While I've very occasionally been lucky enough to post something on the day of a holiday, I've never sat down to write an actual holiday fic before. Until now, anyway. Maybe I can start a tradition of writing something for a specific holiday. Or maybe not—guess it'll all depend on my mood and if I'm inspired enough. ^^;


Pink or Blue?

Eva had put a lasagna in the oven and finished making a salad before she heard the phone ring. She picked up on the second ring and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Neil, where are you?" she asked. "Dinner's almost ready."

He ignored her question. "Eva, pink or blue?"

"Neither—green."

"Huh?"

"Are you asking me my favorite color?"

"No, I'm asking you if I should get a pink or blue Princess Aurora costume for Grace."

"I thought we agreed she'd be a pumpkin this year."

"Eva, everyone and their dog is going to be a pumpkin this year. Literally—I just overheard some lady saying she wants a pumpkin costume for her dog."

"So? The pumpkin costume's a classic."

"And therefore too mainstream. Which brings us back to my original question: pink or blue?"

"Well, if you're going to be changing Grace's costume at the last minute, I'd say blue."

"Grace is pretty girly, though. She'd love the pink dress."

"Blue would go better with her skin and bring out her eyes."

"Dear Lord, Eva, this ain't a beauty contest. Though, if it were, she'd totally win. Our girl's the prettiest thing this side of Jupiter. She gets it from her mother."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Dr. Watts," Eva said, hoping he could hear her eye-roll over the phone.

"Really, Dr. Rosalene?" Neil asked, amused. "'Cause that's not what I heard you say last—"

"Anyway," Eva cut him off before he could finish, feeling heat creep into her cheeks, "why are you asking in the first place if you've already decided on pink?"

"I wanted my wife's opinion. Nothing wrong with that."

"As long as you actually do want your wife's opinion."

"What's Grace doing, anyway?"

"Playing in the living room. Why?"

"Ask her. It'll break the tie."

"Seriously, Neil?"

"Just ask her, the line's moving fast."

Eva sighed and headed to the living room, where her three-year-old daughter was brushing the hair of one of her dolls. "Grace, pink or blue?"

"Pink!" Grace exclaimed at once, beaming up at her mother.

"Did you hear that?" Eva asked into the phone.

"One pink Aurora costume coming right up. I'll be home soon."

"Don't run over any squirrels."

"Oh, ha-ha."

And with that, Eva ended the call and went back to the kitchen to return the phone to its base. She returned to the living room and got down on the carpet next to Grace, rubbing the toddler's back.

"I should have known you'd choose pink," she said, smiling slightly. "Does Daddy know you well, Grace?"

"Yes."

Eva kissed Grace's head, her smile widening.