October 31st is Halloween.
It's also Game 4 of the World Series. If the Dodgers don't win this one, they're out.
Tim has, miraculously, found time to watch two of the first three games at home, only having to work through one (and still, he listened to it on his radio in the shop. When Lucy found out, she teased him mercilessly about his no radio rule).
"You can stay home if you want."
Tim quirks an eyebrow at his wife who's peering down at him as he looks at his phone, reading the pre-game coverage. "Stay home from trick-or-treating?"
"Yeah, I can take her. I'll have Angela and Wesley with me so it's not like I won't have company. It's not her first time, she went last year. You can stay home and watch the game in peace."
Tim blinks, touched by the thoughtfulness. She knows how much he loves baseball, and how into the World Series he is. It's not every year the Dodgers make it to the World Series and he's surprised that she's offering him an out of family time so he could stay home and watch a game.
But, Lucy's always been thoughtful like that.
He's not surprised to find, though, that he doesn't want her out.
He wants to go with her, watch their daughter toddle up to the houses alongside Angela's kids, see her in the princess costume that looks absolutely adorable on her and that she is obsessed with, that she insists on trying on every night. He wants to be there to check her candy, to be there so that Lucy doesn't have to do it on her own, to make memories with them.
Make memories with them the way his own dad never did.
Sure, last year was her very first time going trick-or-treating but she was still too little to really appreciate it. This year she understands and she's excited for it. There's no way he's going to miss it, World Series be damned.
"No. I want to go."
Lucy smiles softly. "We'll check the score on your phone?"
He chuckles. "Well, of course."
"Okay," she tells him with a quick kiss to the lips. "But if you change your mind…"
"I'm going with you guys. Try and stop me."
"I surely won't," she teases with a laugh.
Halloween night they prepare to meet Angela and Wesley to head out to trick-or-treat. They've ordered a pizza that they've scarfed down in a rush as they try and get ready to go. Tim's just got done leaving a bowl of candy on the front porch and closing Kojo in the back part of the house so he doesn't bark obsessively all night. He's hoping he can at least catch a part of the first inning before they leave when Lucy comes out from their bedroom in a Dodgers jersey and tiny, white shorts.
"I… holy fuck," Tim says, stopping in his tracks with a princess tiara in his hand he's just picked up from the floor.
Lucy laughs at the image of him, dumbfounded with a tiara in his hand. "Hmm?" she asks, feigning innocence.
"What are you wearing?" Tim sputters.
"I mean, I thought it was an appropriate costume given the game…?"
"Lucy, I swear to god, I'm about to take you up on your offer and stay home." She frowns and he puts down the tiara on the table in the hallway. "Only you're staying here with me and Angela and Wesley are on trick-or-treating duty."
She laughs, swats at his chest. "Come on, help me get her into her costume."
She passes by him and yelps in surprise when he squeezes her ass. "Tim!"
"Sorry," he smirks, and she knows he's not sorry at all. "Just a little something before I have to behave in front of the kids."
She rolls her eyes playfully, but bites her lip and gives him a knowing look as she heads down the hallway.
It's not long before they head out, and they walk the streets of their neighborhood alongside Angela and Wesley and their kids. Tim checks the score a few times, but he's distracted and forgets about it after a while. Jack's old enough to have quite a lot of stamina, so the night wears on longer than it would if it was just the smallest of the kids and Tim ends up carrying his daughter door to door after she's tired and refuses to walk. Lucy watches as he goes with the kids to the next door, holds her in his arms and says 'trick or treat!' along with the kids, the bear ears that their daughter insisted he wear perched on his head, and she grins.
She loves him so much. And she finds him so hot when he's in full dad mode.
"Bet you didn't imagine this the day you met him," Angela seems to read her thoughts as she adjusts the witch hat on her own head.
Lucy laughs. "Never in my wildest dreams."
"Rookie Lucy would've been a lot less intimidated if she knew her TO would one day be wearing bear ears and carrying around a princess."
Lucy chuckles as Tim comes down the sidewalk with the kids and grins at her almost as if he's one of the kids himself. "They had full size candy bars!" he exclaims.
Lucy laughs, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You want me to carry her for a bit?"
The question is answered for her when her daughter betrays her, shakes her head no and burrows her head into Tim's chest and clings to him tighter. "She's fine," he says, as if he has any other choice.
Lucy reaches for her phone. "Let me pull the score up for you, at least." She fusses with her phone for a bit. "Oh, shit."
"What?" Tim exclaims, eyes wide. "You can't just check the score and then say that!"
Lucy bites her lip. "Score's tied up, extra innings. Bottom of the 10th, bases loaded. Dodgers are up. 2 strikes, no balls."
"Put it away," Tim grumbles, clearly nervous to see the outcome.
He's distracted from his baseball woes when they reach the next house that has a huge inflatable ghost out front. The ghost seems to reenergize their child and she demands to get down and check it out alongside the other kids, Wesley escorting them this time.
"Dodgers win!!!!!" someone screams in the distance, and suddenly everyone on the street in the neighborhood is erupting into screams and cheers.
"We love LA!" someone else yells at the top of their lungs and the cheers erupt again, Tim among them much to Lucy and Angela's amusement. Someone's dog starts barking and then all the dogs nearby start barking.
"Go Dodgers!" Tim yells back at them, giving into the mob mentality, and Lucy laughs.
"Congrats, baby," she teases as she kisses him on the cheek. He stops her and pulls her in for a real kiss, arms sliding around her back and into one of the pockets of her shorts, causing her to gasp a little when he squeezes her.
"Kids all around you," Angela says with a cough, but they both know she's only teasing.
"We can celebrate at home," Tim tells Lucy with a glint in his eye, and Lucy feels her body burn with anticipation for bedtime.
"I'm not sure a three-year-old needs that much candy," Tim says as he enters their bedroom after having thoroughly checked through all of the loot in her Halloween bucket.
"No, but we're going to eat the good stuff anyway," Lucy teases. "On the plus side, she knocked out in about five seconds, so it's great for bedtime."
Tim gives her a soft, loving smile. He'd watched replays from the game while he checked the candy, and he knows it would've been a great one to watch live. But he finds he doesn't regret missing it a bit.
Now, he focuses on Lucy. "I see you didn't take your so-called costume off."
"What? So called? You don't think this an acceptable costume?"
"No. I think it was an attempt at making me lose my goddamn mind."
Lucy smirks and bites her lip. "Did it work?"
"You know it did," he husks as he moves towards her, grabbing her around the waist and backing her towards the bed, and she gasps in surprise as she falls back onto it with Tim following her down immediately.
"I'm not sure if it was me or the Dodgers that got you this excited."
Tim laughs even as he mouths at her neck. "It's you. You know it's always you." He starts to unbutton her jersey, his breath hitching when he realizes she has nothing on underneath. He's certain there's no way she went out without a bra, he knows she must have removed it after they got home and put the jersey back on for this very scenario.
He opens his mouth to ask a question, but Lucy stops him. "Don't question it. Just enjoy the magic."
"How do you always know what I'm thinking?"
She doesn't even bother to answer him, because they both know by now that they're always, somehow, in sync.
Tim peels away the flaps of the jersey, exposing her breasts, her nipples pebbling in the cool October air as his large hands splay over her stomach, causing her to breakout into goosebumps. "This stays on," he informs her unnecessarily, his eyes dark and heated.
"I had a feeling," she teases.
"These come off," he adds as he pops the button on her white shorts, tugging them down her thighs along with her panties. "God, you're incredible," he mumbles into her neck. "This outfit is so hot."
"I could pull off a lot hotter of a costume in my pre-baby body," she says with a laugh.
"No. I love this body," he tells her instantly. "I love it even more now than I did before. And I loved it before. The fact that the body of my favorite person in the entire world," he says as he sucks a bruise into top of her breast, "brought my other favorite person in the world. You have no idea how sexy you are."
"Tim," she says softly, her eyes shining with emotion, and he kisses his way back up to her lips to kiss her gently. "I love you," she adds.
"I love you more than you can ever understand," he replies simply.
"More than the Dodgers?" she teases and yelps as Tim pinches her side gently.
"Not sure."
She laughs and pulls his shirt over his head. "Well, maybe I can convince you."
She reaches for his jeans and pops the button, pushing them down off his hips and reaching into his boxers to grasp him.
"Lucy," he chastises.
"The Dodgers won. You know the rules."
"The rules are that when my team wins, I get to choose how we celebrate." He pushes her back down on the bed and takes both her arms and places them above her head, out of reach of his body. "And if you do that, I'm not going to be able to do what I want."
"What's that?" she asks, her eyes sparkling.
"I want to be inside of you while you're wearing this jersey."
"Oh, this old thing?" she teases, and Tim snorts a laugh, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer, causing her to squeal in surprise.
"Let me celebrate how I want."
She doesn't have another opportunity to argue or tease him, because he's pushing her thighs apart and his mouth is on her without warning, causing her to hiss and arch her back as he holds her hips down.
"God," she mumbles under her breath as he licks at her, stopping intermittently to blow over her, the cool sensation causing her to shiver. Without warning, he closes his mouth over her clit, causing her to moan out a loud fuck.
"Shh," he teases against her thigh. "If you wake her up, fun's over."
Lucy grumbles at his teasing, but she knows there's truth to his words and she nods, biting her lip and resisting the urge to cry out as he brings her over the edge, instead clutching the blanket beneath her.
"One of my favorite things in the world," Tim says, mouth still against her, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Is seeing you squirm beneath me."
She mutters something incoherent as he kisses his way up her stomach, stopping to suck on a sensitive nipple and watching as she reacts. "Tim, please."
"You look so good in this," he says, staring down at her breasts, heaving in the aftermath of her orgasm, hair askew.
"I'll look even better with you in me," she retorts as she reaches down to guide him to her entrance and he takes the hint as she adjusts her body to make space for him between her thighs. He pushes inside her and she lets out a gasp at the feeling of him filling her so completely. As usual, he allows her a moment to adjust, watching her carefully and reading her reactions. He can tell when she's ready, the way she sighs and opens her eyes to look at him, the slight little nod of her head, and he gives a slow, experimental thrust.
She lifts her leg to lock it around his hip and he groans as he sinks deeper into her. "That's it," he mutters. "God, Lucy."
"Baby, move, please," she whimpers.
He's never been able to deny her what she wants, as much as he pretends otherwise. He stills for a moment before sliding out of her and pushing back in deeply, his hips flush with hers before picking up the pace and pounding into her hard and fast, grasping her hips to steady her as she moans and writhes beneath him.
He slides a hand between her legs, determined to get her there again before he loses control himself. She clutches at his shoulders, still overwhelmed from her first orgasm, and he's pretty sure her nails are going to leave a mark. He groans into her neck to muffle the sound as he falls apart inside her, and feeling his release sends her over the edge again. She throws back her head and lets out a silent moan, the art of which she has perfected in the last few years.
She can't even explain the way she loves him, now. She'd thought after they got back together, and then when they got married, that she could never love him more. But now that they share a child together, she can't even comprehend the bond they have.
She's heard the stories of other women – how they say passion and romance disappear after they have kids. But she only loves him more, their connection has only deepened. The way he was so patient and careful with her in her postpartum body, the way he'd enjoyed exploring and learning what worked for her after her body had changed.
They stay like that for a few moments, breathing heavily, before he slides out of her and she whines at the loss of contact, hands rubbing over his back soothingly.
"What's gonna happen if they win the World Series?" Lucy teases breathlessly as she reaches for him and arranges herself in his arms.
"We can only be so lucky to find out," Tim replies as he pushes a strand of hair off her face and grins down at her. "But you're definitely going to be wearing this again for the occasion," he says as she lets out a laugh.
She's only had a few minutes cuddled up to his chest when they hear the tell-tale sound of movement on the baby monitor and then a tiny voice calling Mama, followed by some tears.
"I'll go," Tim says, pressing a soft kiss to Lucy's head and reaching for his shirt. She reaches for him as he starts to move away from their bed and pulls him back to give him a kiss.
"I love you," she says softly.
"I love you, too," he replies, eyes showing what his words state. Lucy hums and closes her eyes against the pillow while Tim rummages around for a pair of sweatpants. A few moments later she hears him on the baby monitor, hears their daughter mumble something about trick or treat monster, and she has no doubt she's having nightmares about the huge inflatable ghost that had once fascinated her.
She drifts off to sleep as she listens to the sound of Tim soothing their daughter back to sleep over the baby monitor.
