#ethan would totally coordinate with the fam lmao

[vintagedolan]

Hi lynds only if you’re not too busy. But could you plz write a blurb about what you said in your tags cuz that just made my heart feel a certain type of mush.

yes cause im mush too 🥺 

summary: grayson’s hyped for his first halloween with his baby girl 

“You bought how many?”

“Just like... ten...ish.”

“Grayson.”

“Okay like 15. What! They were cute, and I want her to have options,” he grinned, digging around in the bag and pulling out more colorful garments and sitting them out on the floor of the nursery. 

“Options, huh?”

“When I was getting her dressed the other day, she grabbed a shirt that was hanging up and when I put it on her she smiled so big. I seriously think she liked... picked it out. So, I wanna see if she’ll pick a costume. And then we can just coordinate around her.”

He’d slipped into his business tone, as if he needed to convince you of something. He probably took your silence as skepticism, but in reality you were just melting at how excited he was about the first halloween you were having as your little family of three. He’d been buying decorations for weeks - every time he came back from anywhere another small pumpkin was on the counter, or a new little ceramic witch was on the mantle. 

Your daughter had seemingly inherited her dad’s love of all things spooky too, considering when you went out of the nursery to get her she was giggling away on Ethan’s lap as he flew around one of the ghost figurines that usually lived on the bookshelf. 

She lit up as soon as she noticed  you in the room, clapping her hands together before she reached for you. Ethan passed her over with an almost prideful smile - he couldn’t get enough of his niece, and he was almost as excited to see her first halloween as his twin. 

“Gray, go wait in the living room with E so it’s a surprise!” You called in from the hallway. He obliged, coming out with a big smile just for his girls, leaning in to press a few kisses to your daughter’s cheek as you held her on your hip. She giggled at the feeling of his scruff, leaning her head against your shoulder for a moment before Grayson disappeared. 

“Alright baby, let’s go see what daddy got you!” You pushed the door open to the nursery, holding her so she could see all the different costumes laid out on the floor. 

“Wowwww,” you grinned, tickling her belly as she looked down over all the colors and fabrics. You sat her down on her feet, let her get her balance using your hand, something she still liked to do even though she’d been walking for almost two months now. 

“Which one do you like babe?” Your baby voice was in full effect, and she looked back at you with a smile, her little teeth shining through as she walked over the clothes. It really did seem like she was taking her time and looking at everything in front of her, eventually waddling her way over to a bright blue number and dropping down to her knees. 

‘That one?” You moved closer, realizing what it was with a laugh. “Oh your daddy is gonna love this.”

It took a minute, and a few moments of fussiness for you to get her into the costume, but eventually you got it zipped up in the back, and even you had to admit she was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

You scooped her up, calling out for the boys to come to the hallway and close their eyes. 

She thought it was hilarious, the visual of her dad and uncle with their eyes covered waiting for her at the end of the hallway, so you sat her down on her feet and pulled out your phone, swiping to get a video.

“Alright, open!” 

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two loves of your life, making sure the smaller of the two kept her balance in her bulky costume.

Grayson’s face turned into the pout he only got when something was cute beyond comprehension, and he crouched down with open arms. 

“That’s my baby girl! Look at you! My princess!”

Surely enough, she had picked the puffiest blue princess dress of the bunch, so much tulle on it that Grayson’s arm disappeared in the fabric when he scooped her up and peppered kisses to her face. 

“You look so beautiful!” He cooed, something he made sure to say to her at least three times every day, no matter what. “Let’s go see babe, let’s go see!” 

He carried her to the guest bathroom with you on his heels, holding her up in the mirror so she could see herself while Ethan watched from the doorway.

And you thought she’d been excited in the nursery. At the sight of herself she gasps, tiny hands going to her chest and the sparkling fabric as she got the biggest grin, reaching out to touch the glass. 

“That’s you pretty girl! A princess, my little princess, look at you!” Grayson couldn’t help himself, and you barely noticed the way his voice faltered a bit. But when your little girl leaned back and rested her cheek on her dad’s shoulder, gazing at the two of them in the mirror, you could see the light catching his eyes the way it only did when he was holding back tears. 

“Bub are you crying?” 

“A little,” he admitted with a laugh. “A good cry. I’ve just - i’ve always wanted this. Halloween as a dad. And this is better than I could have imagined it to be.”

You came up to his other shoulder, leaning against him while he held your daughter, your perfect little family looking back at you in the mirror. You soaked in the moment as best you could, only closing your eyes when Gray kissed your forehead.