"Daddy!" A little girl with messy black pigtails raced into Lance and Keith's bedroom. "Papí! It's Halloween, wake up, wake up!"
Lance rolled over and nudged Keith's arm. "Wake up, your little Halloween enthusiast is excited."
Keith cracked one eye open. "Oh, my little Halloween enthusiast? I recall you being just as excited as us last night, Papí." He poked Lance's cheek.
Lance proceeded to pull the blankets over his head. "Before the crack of dawn, Ariela's absolutely your little Halloween enthusiast."
"Daddy! I need to put on my costume for school! Daddy!" She tugged on Keith's blanket. "We're going trick-or-treating from class to class, I'm so excited!"
Keith blinked a few times, and Lance took pity on him, sitting up and reaching over his husband to ruffle their daughter's hair. "Alright, sweetheart. Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and then we can see about getting you some breakfast, and then we'll worry about your costume. We have plenty of time, don't worry."
Ariela paused, thinking. She brightened, beaming up at Lance. "Okay!" She ran off, presumably to the bathroom.
Lance fell back onto the blankets. A few seconds later, he snuggled back into Keith's chest. "You do need to get up."
"Five more minutes."
"Come on, babe." Lance sat up and nudged him. When Keith didn't open his eyes, Lance got a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hmm... I think we could arrange some... early trick-or-treating." He lifted a hand to cup Keith's cheek.
Keith's eyes fluttered open and a smirk crossed his face. "Hmm, really?"
Lance grinned and rubbed his thumb over Keith's cheek. "Yeah. Trick-or-treat, Keith?"
Keith sat up and leaned in close to Lance. "Surprise me."
Lance leaned forward the last few inches, guiding Keith closer and kissing him gently. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on Keith's. "Happy Halloween. I love you."
Keith smiled, eyes still closed. "I love you too."