When we reach the landing, we are greeted by four Avengers. “Are you kidding me, this was an option? I could have been an Avenger?” I gasp.
“Wow Logan, you look just like one of those little men, except you are very, very tall,” Ben stares at me with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open in awe.
Winking at Hannah, I crouch down to Ben’s level and I ask, “Is that you, Ben? I didn’t even recognize you.”
Giggling, he throws his arms around my neck and says, “It is me. I’m Captain America. But just pretend,” he clarifies. Stepping back, he points to the rest of his team and explains, “Mommy is the Black Widow because she is so pretty, Uncle Riot is Thor because he has long hair, and Carson is The Hulk because he’s so big.”
“Wow that’s great, buddy, maybe next year I can be an Avenger too.” I smile down at him before looking up to glare at Riot.
He snorts before saying, “Are you ready, Ben? We better get going before all the candy is gone.”
Taking his uncle’s hand, Ben holds up his red bag with the Captain America emblem on it. “I’m ready!” Looking at Carson, he says seriously, “Try not to Hulk smash anything, okay?”
Laughing Carson forms a fist and punches his other palm a couple times before he follows them out the door. “I’ll do my best, little man.”
Claire hangs back for a moment and looks me up and down. “Cute costume, Logan. You look like a dork.”
“Gee thanks,” I say flatly as I adjust my hat.
“What were you guys doing up there anyways?” She winks at Hannah. “Is Logan still apologizing with orgasms?”
Hannah shrugs her shoulders and grins widely. “It beats an apology pizza every time.”
We lasted a lot longer trick or treating than I thought we would. Ben was having the time of his life, walking up and down the sidewalks of our neighbourhood. The sound of happy children echoed in the night. I am surprised how warm it is for the end of October. I remember having to wear snow suits under my costume more than once on Halloween when I was a kid. When he filled his bag with candy, Claire produced an exact replica out of the backpack she always carries, and we kept going.
More than once, Ben introduced me to people young and old as the man who has all the little men at his house. That wasn’t weird at all, but I gave up trying to explain after the fifth time.
By the time we circled back to the yellow house, Riot was carrying him, and Carson was carrying both bags of candy. I suspect they will both take a cut of the haul.
The large cauldron that Hannah left on the veranda, filled with only the best, full sized, chocolate bars and sweets, was completely empty when we arrived home. After extinguishing the candles in the jack-o-lanterns and turning out the lights I am more than happy to get out of this costume.
“That was so much fun,” Hannah exclaims as she removes her fairy wings. “Next year, we will have to buy more candy.”
Removing the stupid gnome hat, I toss it on the bench by the door. Pointing at it, I say, “I never want to see that thing again. Ever.”
Coming to me, Hannah runs her fingers through my messy hair. “I thought you looked adorable,” she says, stretching up to kiss me on my cheek. “All the old ladies and kids thought so too.”
Looping my arms around her waist, I roll my eyes dramatically. “Great, just what I was going for. No respectable thirty-one-year-old man wants to look like an adorable garden gnome, baby. Guaranteed someone took pictures.”
“You are so dramatic.” Laughing, she shakes her head as she smiles at me.
“I am,” I confirm nodding my head once, “but it’s kind of our thing now.”
Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I release her and say, “I’m going to take Morgan outside for a minute, do you want to come with us?”
“You go ahead. I need to get a drink of water.”
“I won’t be long. Come on, Morgan, let’s go.”
I watch my dog wander around the yard sniffing and peeing on every tree, shrub, and flower taking his sweet little time. “Dude, it’s time to go in,” I say impatiently. “It’s time for bed.” He does everything in extremes – baby sloth or jack rabbit – nothing in between.
When he finally decides he’s ready to go in, I expect to find Hannah still in the kitchen, but the room is empty. Filling myself a glass of water, I slowly drink down the cold liquid.
Hannah is nowhere on this level, so I check the doors are locked before heading up the stairs. I’ll be so glad to get out of the rest of this costume. Maybe I should throw it in the fire, so I never have to see it again. Yes, I know, very dramatic. I can’t help it.
When I reach the bedroom, soft light spills through the half open door into the hall. Pushing it all the way open, I find Hannah standing in the centre of the room facing me. The boots and tutu are gone and all that remains is the tiniest see through lace panties I have ever seen. The ribbon of her pink velvet bodice has been loosened just enough that her full tits have fallen over the top of the cups and her pretty, red nipples are on display for me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Whatcha’ doing, dirty girl?” I ask as I enter the room and close the door behind me.
