The way I screamed when I received this commission! I was going to wait until it was a little closer to Halloween to post, but I'm not that patient! @/artbyainna (IG) knocked it out of the park again!
On the Spot
Book: Open Heart (Post Series)
Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (MC)
Featuring: Vivian Carrick, Jordan Carrick, Sammy and Brooke
Category: Halloween Fluff
Rating: Teen
Words: 1284
Summary: It's their first Halloween as parents of two, and things are a little crazy at the Carrick's, but it's nothing they can't handle.
A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober - Costume/Halloween and @choicesprompts Flufftober - Found Family (Okay, it's a stretch... but it is really fluffy lol)
Chaos. It’s to be expected in any home with little children, and the Carrick household was no exception. But, on certain days, the chaos was dialed up just a notch. And Halloween, with all of its events, costumes, and free-flowing sugar, was certainly one of them. Casey was running around, tending to her long to-do list, when the clock struck one.
“Shit!” she spat, peeking her head into the kitchen. “Tobias, you’re going to take care of feeding Brooke, right?”
“Absolutely,” her husband beamed, quickly returning to making silly faces at their giggling baby girl. “I've got this. You go take care of yourself, babe.”
But the makeup kit on the table in the hallway reminded Casey of one more thing she had forgotten to do. Grabbing it, she made a beeline to the living room, where her mother-in-law, Vivian, was having a very important tea date with her older daughter, Samantha.
“Hey! Tobias is taking care of feeding Brooke. Would you be able to do Sammy’s makeup so I can get dressed?”
Vivian shot her beloved daughter-in-law a look that just screamed... really? But her reply was far more diplomatic.
“Casey, dear. What do you think I’m here for?”
“To be an utter pain in my ass,” Tobias yelled from the kitchen.
Vivian let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know why you married him. Don’t misunderstand,” she quickly corrected. “I’m delighted that you did... I just don’t... understand it.”
“Aw, Viv, you know I love him.”
“And I'm appreciative," she grinned. "Now, go... get dressed, dear. I'm happy to do my little angel’s makeup.”
Casey rushed upstairs and pulled a teeny black dress from her closet, quickly shimmying into it while stepping into her red heels. After placing a wig on her head, she put her makeup on at record speed. Then, she looked around her room in a panic.
“Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no! Did I leave my shawl at the hospital? Oh my god... I think I left my shawl at the hospital!”
She was frantically searching when Tobias stepped in. While his eyes traced every single curve on her body, he let out a slow whistle, which brought Casey’s attention his way.
“Damn, baby! Look at you!" He hissed. "Do we have to go trick or treating? I could tell my Mom to take the girls, then you and I could stay home and work on baby number three.”
“Really?” She smirked. “You know damn well there is not going to be a baby number three, Dr. Carrick. Not unless you want to find another wife.”
“Well, that’s not happening,” he assured. His arms encircled her waist as he nudged her hair aside and pressed a warm kiss on her neck before continuing. “I'm all right with just pretending to make baby number three.”
“Tobias Carrick,” she giggled. “Are you seriously suggesting not going trick or treating with our little girls?"
“Nah,” he grinned. “I’d never miss that. We'll save our private celebration for later. Now, why were you panicking when I walked in?”
“I can’t find my shawl! Without it, I won’t look like Cruella. I’ll look like I'm running a brothel!”
“Nothing wrong with that,” he laughed, handing her the shawl. “Looking for this, babe.”
Casey’s shoulders dropped with relief. “Oh, thank God! How the heck didn’t I see that?”
“Because you’re doing a hundred things at once. Let me help.”
“You can help by getting into your costume. We have to introduce Boston to the sexiest dog catcher it’s ever seen.”
“Yeah, I still think you picked that costume so you can tell me it’s my job to run after Sammy all day.”
“Hey, why do you think I bought you that big net?” she smiled.
Tobias’s eyes glistened. “Just remember,” he said, kissing Casey’s cheek. “Once we put our little puppies to bed tonight, the only thing I’m going to be chasing is you.”
“Hmm... why do you think I got you that big net,” she teased.
“That will definitely be fun.”
“I’m going downstairs,” Casey said, pulling herself away. “It's not fair to ask your mom to get both of the puppies ready.”
“Are you kidding? That woman nagged me for grandkids for nearly three decades. This is payback.”
“Tobias?” Casey playfully admonished.
“OK. Go. Go. But make sure you tell my mom that any Butterfingers the girls get trick or treating are mine!”
“Babe, we have six bags of Butterfingers to hand out; you can keep one for yourself if you like."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
“Well... I like that... but still... it’s the principle. She needs to know every Butterfinger on the planet doesn't belong to her!”
“Yes, dear....” she laughed as she headed for the door. "I'll see what I can do."
~~~~~
Thirty minutes later:
“Hey, Sammy! Look at Uncle Jordan! The camera loves you, sweetie!”
“It was so nice of you to come take our pictures,” Casey smiled.
“For my three favorite relatives?” Jordan flashed a bright smile. “I’d do anything.”
“Real nice,” Tobias chided. “Omitting one of our girls from your favorite relatives.”
“Oh, you know you were the one being left out of that equation, big brother,” Jordan laughed.
All heads turned when the front door of their townhome creaked open.
“Well, you better up your favorite relatives list to four, son. Otherwise, these two little girls could easily replace you in my will.”
“Why didn’t tell me she was here?” Jordan asked Tobias through clenched teeth.
“Because it’s much more fun this way,” he gleefully replied.
“Guys!” Casey called out. “As much as I live for Carrick family banter, can we finish taking the pictures? Sammy’s daycare party is starting soon.”
“Leave it to my two idiots to make this precious little girl late,” Vivian scolded.
Not wishing to push his mother any further, Jordan decided to speed things up.
“All right, let’s get the family picture taken. Do you think there is any chance we can get Brooke to look this way?”
Casey shook her head. “Jordan, the chances of getting them to simultaneously look in your direction are slim. Just do your best. No one expects perfection.”
“Uncle Jowdan,” Sammy giggled. “Look! I’m a doggie, I’m growl... RAH.”
“Oh, that’s good!” Jordan approved. “That’s good! Keep doing that.”
As he snapped away, little Brooke began gumming Tobias’s cheek, leaving him and Casey laughing with that overjoyed grin only new parents seemed to achieve.
SNAP!
“That’s going to be the winning shot right there!” Jordan declared.
“Thanks, brother,” Tobias smiled, shaking Jordan’s hand. “Are you coming to the party?”
“Do you have room in your car? I thought you were taking Mom? Where did she go anyway?”
A guilty-looking Vivian turned around just before she entered the front door.
Casey couldn’t help but laugh. “Vivian. Were you heading in for the Butterfingers? I can easily get you your own bag on the way back home. There is no need to steal Tobias’s.”
“It’s da pwinciple,” Sammy giggled as Casey rubbed her temples.
“Oh, no! I can’t handle three of them!”
“Mom, get in the car already,” Jordan cackled. “I’ll stay behind and edit the pictures. I'll join you for trick or treating after.”
“Editing?” Tobias shrugged. “Look at these subjects? They'll be perfect. What do you have to do?”
“Uhm... photoshop your hand to a more appropriate place on your wife. It is a family photo, big brother,” he snickered. “Talk about butterfingers.”
“Oh, for the love of God!” Vivian spat out, holding Sammy’s ears. “The amount of therapy your poor child is going to need!”
“She’ll be just fine,” Casey laughed. “Now, Tobias, please drive, we’re running late.”
"Fine," he said, starting the car, but not before yelling out the window. "Jordan!"
"Yeah?"
"Leave my hand exactly where it was," he winked. "We're married, for God's sake."
"Ah, yes," Casey sighed. "It's a very Carrick Halloween."
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