#dya think an angel's ever looked in a mirror

[forever-rogue]

Ok but this prompt “How many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m buying four hundred.” with Frankie would be so cute and funny 🥰✨

AN | We’re back to a little best husband Frankie…plus some Halloween shenanigans! 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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“I’m glad to see you’re getting into the spirit,” you looked around the kitchen and found Halloween decorations, candy, party supplies, and costumes and accessories. In the midst of it all, you spied your husband inspecting a bag of apples, “you sure you’ve got enough stuff, Francisco?”

“I think so,” his face had lit up when he saw you, but he quickly did a survey of everything he had purchased. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he mentally went over the shopping list you’d helped him to meticulously create, “why? Do you think I’m missing something?”

“Relax, my love,” you walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “you’ve got more than enough. I think it….might even be a little overboard for a small halloween party.”

“Small?” he scoffed playfully, “I’ve invited the block, all of our friends and family, the guys from work…”

“Oh Frankie,” you chided him playfully, “this is going to be a huge party!”

“Well yeah,” he grinned, clearly proud of himself, “go big or go home! Besides, it’s Dya’s first halloween, we have to make it memorable for her!”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” you looked from the baby perched on your hip to Frankie and shook your head softly, “but love, she’s not even a year old yet, she’s not going to remember.”

“But we will,” he reached for her and she immediately held her chubby little arms out to him. Besides being a little copy of him with her dark curls and big brown eyes, she was absolutely a daddy’s girl (and he treated her like nothing less than a little princess). He kissed the top of her head and she cooed and babbled nonsense happily, “so we’ll take lots of pictures to keep and when she’s older we can show them to her and tell her all about it.”

“Such a dork,” your words held no malice as you reached over and affectionately  carded a hand through his dark locks, “my dork though. I love you, Francisco - and of course you too, baby girl.”

“I love you, honey bee,” he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before peppering his daughter’s chubby cheeks with them as well, “and you, abejita.”

“I was going to ask if you had any costume ideas but I see you’ve got that covered as well,” you raised an eyebrow as you went to the table and looked through the various things he’d picked up, “are you planning several costume changes or…?”

“No…although that is an option,” he mused excitedly as you giggled at him, “I wasn’t sure what we’d want to dress Dya up as. Or what we would want to be - or maybe a family costume!”

“You’re absolutely wonderful,” the rush of affection you felt towards him warmed your whole body, “what was your idea for the family costume?”

“Don’t laugh, okay?”

“Oh mi amor, I would never laugh,” you promised softly, “tell me.”

“So I saw this really cute dalmatian costume,” he pulled it out of the pile and proudly displayed it to you, “and I thought we could dress her up as one and then we could dress up aws them too! A little family of dalmations!”

“Like Pongo and Perdita,” you grew excited at the idea. Frankie knew that 101 Dalmatians was one of your all time favorite Disney movies, “I love that idea, Frankie. It’ll be so cute! Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” his expression softened as you nodded happily. You really did love your little family more than anything, “you wanna hear the alternatives?”

“Of course!”

“I thought she’d be cute as a little pumpkin,” he grinned at her as she looked at him with big, wide eyes that almost mirrored his identically, “or baby yoda-”

“Grogu!”

“Grogu,” he snorted in amusement, “or even a little witch, even though she’s a perfect little angel.”

“You’re such a sucker for your daughter,” you teased as he unabashedly nodded, “but those are all the great costume ideas. This is just her first Halloween so we’ll have plenty of years to get her into other costumes. The possibilities are endless!”

“I love you,” he grinned happily, “so much.”

“We love you too, Francisco. So very much.”

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By the time Halloween morning came around, the entire house and both the front and backyards were completely decked out. Frankie had not skimped on even the smallest detail, and now he was busying himself in the kitchen to get all the sweets and treats ready. 

“Want a hand?” you asked as you came back downstairs, “I just got Dya down for her nap so we’ve got at least an hour before she’s up again.”

“I think I’ve got it covered, but I always welcome your company,” he grinned as you came over and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight grip. He laughed lightly, a sound you could feel reverberating in his chest as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “baby.”

“You know, we could always…take the time for ourselves,” your tone was playful and suggestive and you heard him inhale sharply, “if that’s something that sounds good to you…”

“You’re making this very difficult,” he almost groaned, “but I gotta get this done. Can’t host a party and leave everyone disappointed-”

“Dramatic much, silly man?”

“So - I’m going to finish this,” he gestured to the counter filled with apples and caramel, “but tonight, little bee, I’m going to make it all worth it.”

“Oh,” you grinned at him, moving to the other side of the counter to take a seat, “I look forward to that.”

“Me too,” his grin turned almost sheepish as a little flush of red rose into his cheeks, “I have a question….how many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m making four hundred…I think I’ve gotten enough apples for that much.”

“Francisco, no.”

“Francisco, yes.”

“My love,” you reached over and put your hand on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze, “we don’t even have that many people coming…far far less. And even if we did, not everyone is going to want a caramel apple so…we’d have hundreds left over! And I think we’d get tired of them well before we finished them. So, I think you’re okay with thirty…maybe even twenty.”

“Okay,” he mused over what you had said before nodding in agreement, “you’re right. So smart and beautiful, how did I get so lucky?”

“Oh hush,” you snorted, reaching over and gently touching his stumbled cheek, “you’re pretty smart and beautiful yourself. Now get going, you’re wasting precious apple caramel-ing time.”

“Alright, alright,” he pretended to scold you as grabbed an apple and took a large bite. He took a look at everything and realized he still had a lot to do before the party started in a few hours. That’s what he got for going big and pulling out all the stops, “umm…maybe I could use some help. Do you mind, honey bee?”

“Of course not,” you promised sweetly, “I’d love to. Besides, we gotta show everyone that the Morales family throws the best parties!”

“The Morales family is the best at everything,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you, Frankie.”