Ludwig Beilschmidt rested on the couch, flicking through the many magazines that his wife had brought home. All of them were related to baby rooms and furniture for it. Of course, approaching seven months along, they would have to get a move on. He was left to the job of creating a baby room with his friends and colleagues of work, but only because his wife did not want to know the gender until she was giving birth. Ludwig gave a small sigh, flicking through another page of accessories that a baby should not want let alone have. He was pulled out of his stupor by the sound of bare feet on wooden floor. Normally, he would have freaked out over the possible footprints that would emerge, but he bit his tongue. ___ Beilschmidt was having a hard time getting socks on, let alone wearing slippers everywhere.

     The German let out yet another sigh, "What're you doing out of bed, liebling?' he called out, 'You weren't feeling well just ten minutes ago...what could you possibly want to do?"
     His wife peered over the side of the couch, grinning, "I totally forgot, but today is the thirty-first, right?' she chirped out, 'I was just thinking, we should dress up and go trick-or-treating or something of the sort!"

     Ludwig placed his magazine on the coffee table, grabbing his wife's shoulder. Without hesitating, he pulled her over the side and onto his lap - to which she squealed in surprise. He wrapped his arms around ___'s shoulders, letting out a chuckle and she fumbled to sit up. His lips were soon against the back of her head.

     "You're too adorable, ___,' he whispered, 'You're almost twenty-three, and you want to go trick-or-treating - and me, I'm almost...and I want to go with you."
     ___ snickered at her husband, "Too shy to reveal how old you are, Luddy~' she said, 'I guess I would be too...if I were an old fart. Ah, but I'm just a youngin' compared to you...oldie-locks."
     "I'm not that old!' he scoffed, 'Just look at China, he's much older..."
     Another giggle, "I know, I just like pissing you off~"

     Despite the fact both had admitted to wanting to go out and trick-or-treat - Ludwig because he did not want to read anymore baby magazines - neither moved from their position. ___ remained laying on top of her husband, a small blush on her face. She knew she was heavy, yet Ludwig kept quiet. He was much stronger than a normal human, she had to remind herself. The two would have stayed in the same position all day if it wasn't for the front door slamming open. Gilbert tottered in, fling himself over the back of sofa and on top of both ___ and Ludwig.

     "Let's go trick-or-treating, West!' he shouted, 'C'mon, it's going to be totally awesome (not as awesome as me, but still high up there)! I got us all outfits, so don't you worry, frau! Come on! Toni and Francis are going to be here any minute!"
     Ludwig let out a deep groan, "Get off of me, Gilbert,' he shoved the albino to the side, 'Just get your ass out of my house and I'll meet in the park - I said get off!"

     ___ slid off the couch and over to where Gilbert had discarded the fallen outfits. She picked them up and began to giggle at the sight of Ludwig's. Of course, it was nothing compared to her's (which was actually just a cute little bee-suit). ___ scuttled over to the couch to see Gilbert holding onto his little brother (laughing), and Ludwig trying to force his older brother away (trying not to shout). She dropped the outfit on top of the blond, causing him to stop his pushing. His icy eyes glared at the small amount of fabric in his hands.

     "Uh,' he stared at it, 'GILBERT, YOU DON'T HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO WHERE THIS, DO YOU?!"
     Gilbert chuckled, "Well, with your wife being pregnant, you have to be the sexy one out of the bunch!' Ludwig choked him, 'I mean, at least half the couple has to be se-XY. OW, OW, WEST STOP! Hör auf damit!"
     ___ giggled, "I'd certainly like to see my husband wear this~"

     Ludwig gave one last glare to his brother before gripping the outfit and disappearing down the hall. Gilbert gave ___ a thumbs up along with a grin, feeling happy his plan had worked. While her husband was occupied, she observed Gilbert - whom was dressed up as some kind of knight - only with white robes. Without muttering a word, she followed after Ludwig to get dressed herself. She pushed open their bedroom door to find that he was almost dressed, looking at himself in slight distaste. ___ giggled at the sight, causing him to look over.

     "That's not what I thought the outfit was at all,' she stated, 'I thought it was some kind of other item, not a dick-in-a-box, not that I'm disappointed~"
     He flushed looking away, "Just you get dressed, ja?' he suggested, 'And you have to make sure you keep warm, you little affe. We only have a few minutes until trick-or-treating starts, anyway."