((okay so obviously all of the Fall Series are AUs, so i figured why not have a parent au too!!))

N E W T

"Y/N?" Newt called from your daughter's room. "Should Ella wear a hat today? Is it cold enough for a hat?"

"It's snowing outside, what do you think?" You replied, still tired from having to rock her to sleep only two hours ago.

"Snowing!" She piped up, huge brown eyes looking out the window in earnest. "Daddy! It's snowing! Look!"

"Yes, pumpkin, it's snowing." He laughed, ruffling her golden blonde hair. It was amazing how much she looked like him.

You slowly rolled out of bed. "Speaking of pumpkins, we need to get one today and carve it, Halloween's tomorrow."

"Halloween!!" Ella yelled, running out of the room, still screaming about the holiday.

You shared a look with Newt. "Your daughter." You said.

He snorted. "She didn't come out of my womb."

T H O M A S

"Can I look?" You asked, hands still over your eyes. Your husband, Thomas and your two-year-old son Luke ordered you to close your eyes and not peek because they had a surprise for you.

"Not yet!" Thomas replied, and Luke echoed.

"Not yet, Mommy!"

"I'm about to fall asleep, you guys better hurry up!" You teased, moving in your seat.

A few moments later, your husband called out again. "Okay, you can open your eyes!"

In front of you, slowly waddling over was little Luke in a small Captain America costume. "Awwww look at my little superhero!" You opened your arms for him, and swept him up when he reached you. Just as you had settled him on your hip and started smothering him in kisses, Thomas leapt out of the doorway in a full Iron Man getup.

"And my... not so little superhero!" You stifled a laugh at his ridiculous pose. "Thomas, you look ridiculous."

"Thomas? Miss, I am Iron Man! And I believe you are holding my fellow Avenger, Captain America." He took Luke from your arms and began running down the stairs with your kid giggling the whole way.

M I N H O

Your kids had finally worn themselves out after two hours of trick-or-treating through the neighborhood. As you carried their candy bags, Minho had one sleepily on his shoulder and the other crashed on his hip against his arm.

"Hmmm, Twix or Kit-Kat?" You rumaged through Addison's bag, your older girl who had just turned three.

"You're taking their candy?" He fake gasped. "Twix, by the way."

A smile spread across your face as you opened the wrapper, popping one into your mouth and getting on your tiptoes to place one in Minho's open mouth. "Thanks babe." He whispered, aware of Addison on the brink of waking up.

"Are you getting tired? I can carry Sophie for you." You offered, and he refused, readjusting the girl on his hip.

"You carried them for nine months each, I think I can carry them for a half hour walk back home."

You briefly rested your head against his arm. "Thanks babe."