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Harry-- Boo

The sound of his daughter laughing was Harry’s favorite sound in the world. He had recordings of her giggling on his phone so he could listen to them when he was away on tour or doing promo. It was infectious and filled him with a warmth he couldn’t describe and that he had never experienced before she came into his world and turned everything upside down in the best way possible.

These days she was a vivacious two, nearly three, year old who grown into the sweetest little girl who had strong opinions about everything from what she ate to the books that she read. Right now, her favorite movie, and what currently had her belly laughing, was Monsters Inc. She knew every character, every line, and so did Harry and his wife after watching it with her twenty-five thousand times a week.

“Mike Wazowski!” she yelled from her spot in front of the TV while Harry and his wife got lunch ready. Harry could see her through the opening in the door, cuddled in the middle of a pile of pillows, thoroughly entranced even though she had seen it so many times before.

Harry looked over at his wife, the reason he was home, and the reason his daughter had been watching more movies than usual. They had spent the morning at the doctor’s having a scan done on her very swollen, 7 month pregnant belly. Baby and mama were both healthy, but she had been so tired this pregnancy that she was struggling to keep up with the house and their daugher. “Have you thought of a Halloween costume yet?” Harry asked gently.

She sighed and shook her head, glancing over at the calendar that already read September. “Not even for a moment,” she confessed. “I’m just trying to get through the day, every day.”

“I think I have an idea,” he told her, looking back at the TV and Boo’s shenanigans.

Her frown deepened. “I just don’t think I have the energy for it this year, Harry. I’ve got so much to do still before this one makes their grand entry and I barely have the energy to put my socks on in the morning.” Sound logic or not, he knew it hurt her to say that. Halloween was her favorite time of year. She loved dressing up their entire little family in matching costumes. She always handmade their costumes and everything.

Harry was quiet for a few minutes as he moved over to start unloading the dishwasher. He stayed quiet as they managed to draw their daughter away from the TV long enough for a quick lunch and then she was back in the living room in front of the TV. While they cleaned up after the meal, he said, “Would you be willing to go out with us if I took care of the costumes?” She gave him a doubtful look but he rushed to assure her, “I’ll take care of all of it. It’s even something that if you feel like you can’t go, it’ll still make sense if it’s just me and her.”

Her eyes drifted to their daughter as she thought it over. She’d been dealing with a lot of Mommy Guilt over not being able to be to do as much with their daughter as she normally did. Halloween was normally her thing, but it seemed unfair to just not do it this year because she was tired, especially since pretty soon they would start talking about Trunk or Treat at church, an event where people handed out candy from the back of their cars. She was sure to get just as excited as the other kids in her nursery class.

“Yeah, that would be great,” she finally told her husband with a grateful smile.

He got to work immediately buying supplies. It had occurred to him that it would be easier to just buy the costumes from a store or online, but his wife prided herself on their homemade costumes and he was determined to not let the tradition die, even for a single year.

“Hey, sweet pea!” Harry called from his office and he heard little feet move into the hallway. “Can you come back here and see Daddy, please?”

Little feet pattered down the hall until her little face appeared in his doorway, looking at him curiously. “Yes, Daddy?” she asked sweetly, gazing around at all of the cloth littering his normally very neat office. Her little eyebrows knit together, suddenly looking very much like Harry. “Daddy it’s messy in here. You need to clean your room.”

Definitely her mum’s kid, though. “I know, but Daddy’s using them all, still. Is it alright if I measure you?”

“Why?” she asked skeptically, but walked over to him anyway.

Harry showed her the tape measure and explained, “Daddy has to take your measurements for your Halloween costume, so it’ll fit right.”

“What’s a Halvo… queen costume?” she asked, struggling over the foreign word and making Harry chuckle.

“Halloween is when you get to play dress up as a character and go collect candy by saying Trick or Treat to people. We celebrate by going to the church and doing it, instead of going door to door,” Harry explained as he waited. They were working hard to teach her bodily autonomy; he wouldn’t start measuring her until she said it was ok.

She thought it over for a minute, rolling the idea around in her head. This was another area where she was very much like her father. She never said anything until she was ready and she didn’t have any qualms about taking her time. “What character will I be?”

Harry pointed to shiny purple material on one of the work tables near him. It normally held sheets of music, but currently it held fabric and patterns. “Yours is a surprise this year, but this is the fabric Daddy will be using to make it.”

She studied it, touched it with her fingers, and looked around the room at the rest of the fabric. Finally, she nodded. “Ok, Daddy. You can measure me.”

It took twice as long as it was supposed to because Harry was following the step by step instructions on a YouTube video and had to keep pausing it, but his daughter stood still through the entire process and didn’t kick up a fuss. She did run rather quickly back to her toys once he said she could go, though. He hadn’t told her what her costume would be because he wanted to surprise his wife and seeing both of their faces the day of would make it all worth it.

Trunk or treat was on Saturday the 28th this year and his little girl was beyond excited. It was all she had talked about for a month. Her excitement had been one of the fueling factors in Harry finishing his project even when he was overwhelmed and felt like he’d bitten off more than he could chew. He had worked a little bit every chance he could since the middle of September and it was finally coming to fruition.

His wife could see how proud he was as he gazed at the finished product in front of him. She did raise an eyebrow when he handed her lime green leggings and a lime green shirt. “You’ll see,” he told her confidently, his hand brushing against her nearly nine month pregnant belly. She was feeling pretty good today, the first time in weeks, so they’d be going together as a family to the event.

Their daughter was bouncing up and down in excitement when her mom walked into her bedroom. “What is it, what is it?!” she asked enthusiastically as she ran over to pull it from her mother’s arms.

“Hold on, be patient,” she said, lifting it up out of the range of little fingers. “Mommy doesn’t even know what it is yet, Sweet Pea. You have to be careful so you don’t mess it up.”

She did her best to hold still while her mom put it on, but she was full of energy and kept bouncing on her toes and twisting to try and see herself in the mirror. The moment her mom told her it was on, she raced to the mirror on her wall, letting out a squeal of excitement. She twirled back around to her mother, exclaiming, “Mommy, I’m Boo! Mommy, I’m Boo!” Indeed, she was, Harry had spent the past month and a half making Boo’s monster costume for his own little monster and she had never been happier in her entire little life.

“Yes, you are,” her mommy told her with a smile, fighting to hold back tears from her own ramped up hormones. Harry had really come through and while it wasn’t professional grade costumes, it was perfect for their little girl. “It looks like Mommy is going to be Mike Wazowski, as well.” The little girl was jumping with excitement now. “Settle down, Mama’s going to put on her costume and then she’ll do your hair, alright?”

Ten minutes later, they were walking hand in hand to the living room when the little girl saw what costume, blue pants and shirt with purple spots sewn on, plus a furry hat with horns, her Daddy had chosen. “Kitty!” she yelled, racing across the floor and throwing herself into Harry’s arms. “You’re Sully, Daddy!”

Harry laughed and twirled her around in his arms, her giggles complete music to his ears. “That’s right, Sweet Pea, I am. Do you like your costume?” Her yes was enthusiastic as she flung herself around her daddy’s neck, making Harry laugh as her mommy nearly started crying again. “Do you like your costume?” Harry asked his wife, looking at her completely green outfit with an elaborately large green eye and mouth on her belly.

She chuckled as she picked up her camera. “I couldn’t have chosen better if I tried. You did a great job, Harry.”

They spent a good twenty minutes take pictures, Harry humoring his little girl and posing with her in every way from holding her to acting like he was afraid of her. Her innocent adoration of her costume was enough to have him nearly weepy eyed. Once they were done, she marched towards the car, proudly announcing, “I can’t wait to show everyone my costume!” Harry knew that of all of the compliments he had received in his life, that one was by far his favorite.

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