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He inhales a deep breath of air that has a faint crispness to it, the smallest hints of golden apples and fallen leaves hidden in it.
At least, that's what he pretends it to be.
His actual inhale is of air that's far too warm for October as he pretends it's frozen outside, instead of the sweltering humidity.
He has the faintest of smiles run across his lips when a chilled breeze picks up and freezes the edges of his face.
His heart's glowing in excitement has he watches the sun's golden rays peek over the horizon slowly, a warm cup of hot chocolate held between his cold hands to keep him warm as chilled air bites his fingertips.
Autumn has always been his favorite time of year, filled to the brim with fuzzy sweaters and warm smiles with rosy cheeks. He loves everything about the changing season; he loves watching the trees shed their leaves and the embrace of the colder months.
At least, that's what he was used to happening in North Carolina, because being in Florida for October is like being in a completely different planet.
Florida doesn't get nearly as cold as North Carolina does, nor do as many trees drop their leaves and prepare for a cold chill.
He tries to not let it bother him that much as he still marches around the house in one of his many sweaters and pretends it's much colder than it every would be.
As soon as the first of the month hit, he pulled on a puffy brown colored sweater -possibly closer to yellow, but he isn't sure. Dream claimed that it turned golden in the sunlight as Karl hung decorations in one of the many windows.
Thick arms snaked around his stomach, fingers spreading flat against the surface as he lets out a little yelp.
He feels a face rub into his back as he stretches upwards to hang a fake spider web.
"Karlll~" the man whined from behind him, arms wrapping a little tighter.
Karl rolls his eyes with a fond chuckle, finally managing to hook the spider web onto the nail with, very obviously, no help from Dream.
What's even the point of having a boyfriend who's taller than you if they don't help to hang decorations?
There isn't one.
Dream's useless.
"What is it Dream?"
He slowly turnt around on the chair he's standing on, safely held up by Dream's arms as the man tightens his grip again and rubs against his chest.
"I want attention, give it to me," he whined even more.
Karl has a fond smile written across his face, still rolling his eyes at the others antics as he begins to thread his fingers through his dirty blonde hair.
He runs the soft strands repeatedly under his touch, kissing the top of his head with a giggle.
Dream turns his face up with a small pout, lips poking out and asking for a real kiss.
Karl gives it to him.
"Surely one of our sons' is small right now. Go get some attention from them, I'm busy hanging up the decorations."
"They're not, I tried," he huffed a little, blowing a fallen strand of hair out of his face.
"Then, what're they doing?"
"George is sleeping, and Sap and Punz are playing Valorant. That leaves me with nothing to do and no one to pay attention to me. You gotta do that instead," he whined, shaking the man a little in some type of attempt to get him to understand.
"That's so weird..." he whispered, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he looked up.
"What?" his words slurred from his scrunched-up face.
Karl playfully squirms his way out of Dream's arm's, feet stepping onto the ground again as he became eye level with the other. A smirk clear across his face as he can't hide it from the other.
"That's not my problem," he smiled as he pulled away to grab more of his decorations.
"You're not as funny as you think you are Karl Jacobs!" he called after the boy as he ran away in a fit of giggles.
The same fond smile he wore that day creeps right back onto his face, the man huddling a little closer into himself as the breeze pushes more cold air onto him.
He's pulled away from the memory when the porch creaks behind him, causing him to turn and look at the person creeping out from the front door.
"Wat doin' Baba?" a tiny voice asked.
Bean stands partially onto the porch, one socked foot touching the faded wood, the other still inside the house. His palm is flat against the screen door as he holds it open for himself.
Karl sighs, tsking his tongue at the little.
"Baby, you know you aren't supposed to go outside without one of us, even if we're on the porch." He scolded the little, watching the brown eyes grow watery at his tone.
"Sowwy, Baba," he cried, backing up into the house.
"No, come mere baby, it's fine. But next time stay put inside the house, alright?"
"Otay, Baba," he whispered, letting the screen door shut behind him as he stepped towards Karl.
Karl set his empty cup beside him, motioning the boy towards him until he was close enough to grab ahold of and pull down onto his lap.
Karl wipes away the stray tears falling down the little's face, holding the baby close to himself and keeping him warm.
He's pecks the little's cheek, rubbing away the goosebumps rising on his frozen arm.
He just presses another warm kiss onto the boy's cold face, heart warm as the baby lets out a small giggle and kisses him back.
They just sit on the porch for a little, the baby babbling away about a dream he had while Karl listens with adoring eyes.
They sit on the porch until the little's stomach grumbles, Karl pushing himself up and taking Bean, his empty cup, and himself back inside the house to warm up a little and so he could finally start on breakfast.
Dream presses a kiss to his lips as he passes by, hand place onto his waist before he offered his help and together, they made breakfast for the boys.
Life's good.
***
A smile lights up his face as his eyes peer open, inhaling a deep breath as he stretched backwards from his spot wrapped around Dream. He notices how the room is still draped in darkness, a perk of the fall season.
He sighs out of his nose as he curls a little closer to Dream, pressing his frozen nose against the others warm neck.
Dream stirs a little at the action, shivering in his arms as he does.
A hand pushes back against his head, trying to get his cold nose off of him. Karl just chuckles as he curls in a little closer, loving to mess with the man so early in the morning.
"Get your nose off of me," he grumbled, pushing a little harder but not enough to hurt him.
"No," he chuckled, squeezing his arms tighter and huddling closer into him.
"Little shit," Dream grumbled again, chest a rumble under Karl's fingertips.
"You love me," he smiled into his skin, already knowing the answer without needing it spoken to him.
"Yeah," he sighed, leaning back into the others touch, "I love you, Karl Jacobs."
They both soaked up the warmth from each other for a little longer, curling tighter as they also soak up the final moments of sleep as they close their tired eyes.
They just get to enjoy early morning moments of just the two of them before the boys' wake up.
Just as their eyes are fluttering close to allow themselves just an ounce more of sleep, their bedroom door gently pushes open and a little face appears behind it.
Quiet feet step in their direction, the bed dripping down as someone crawls onto it and hovers over them.
Karl peeks one eye open, finding the sweet face of Bean sitting over them and staring back with tired eyes.
"Hey baby," he said as he leant back, hand holding onto the boy's waist as he mainly hovered over him.
"Baba, beckfest?"
"Sure baby, you ready to eat?" The baby nodded his head before rubbing a hand against his tummy.
Dream sighed a little as Karl pulled away, the man moving himself out from under the covers so they can run their normal morning routine.
They both shiver a little when they're greeted by the cold, chiller than it normally would be.
Karl pulls the little up off of the bed, feeling how cold he also is as he grabs one of his sweaters.
"You cold baby?"
"Mhm," he hummed, a little shiver taking over his body when he does.
The air is chillier around them than it had been for the entire month, even as Karl ducks into the hallway with the little.
He rubs his warm hands on the boy to help fight the cold as they go down the stairs and towards his nursery.
He shifts through the different drawers for something warm the baby could wear; he comes up a little empty handed.
Dream probably never got any of them warm baby clothes because it's Florida and Florida's always hot.
He just decides to pull out footie pajama's, figuring they would be the best bet for him.
He lays the baby back on his changing table, quickly changing him into the warmer outfit and watching as the boy slowly stopped shivering.
He pressed a kiss across the boy's cheek before scooping him up and setting him on his hip, grabbing a coloring book off the boy's shelf as he goes to give him something to occupy him with.
There's a spooky feeling in his bones as he goes towards the kitchen to cook, a pleasant smile crossing his face as he sets the baby down at the table with his coloring book and crayons.
Bean lets out little lip trills as he takes a blue crayon into his left hand and begins to color randomly onto a page, letting Karl turn around and go cook for them all.
Feet patter down the staircase causing Karl to turn, eyes catching on the newest little who's awake, along with Dream not too far behind him.
"Morning Bug," Karl smiled, shivering a little when the cold air of the refrigerator blasted his face.
He realizes that he never put his sweater on, even after he grabbed it, and most likely leaving it Bug's nursery.
"Mornin' Baba," he smiled a toothy grin, stepping towards his direction for a moment before Dream scooped him up causing a yelp from the boy, "Papa!" he squealed surprised, gasping a little.
"Yeah, we gotta go get you changed first, then you can sit with your bubba," Dream told him, even as he stepped in Karl's direction.
"No," he pouted, crossing his arms over.
Dream didn't try and fight with the boy, just nodding his head as he held a hoodie out for Karl to take.
Karl grabs it from his hand, thankful that he at least remembered to grab something warm for him to put on. The hoodie is a black merch hoodie, Dream's, and it smells exactly like the man as he pulls it over his head.
"Thank you Dream," he smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy as he pressed a kiss to both of their cheeks.
Both of them kissed him back before they headed of towards Bug's nursery.
Karl pull the sleeves of the hoodie up, so they don't get in his way, arms too long because it's Dream's and not his own.
He begins to whip pancake batter together and stands over the heating up stove.
He decides as a treat for Halloween they can eat a little unhealthily for the morning, meaning pancakes and fruit - cut up for the littles' to not choke on - they need to eat the fruit before it goes bad anyway.
Karl tries his hardest to make ghost pancakes, but they come out as blobs, but he tried.
He's sure the babies will like the pancakes no matter what shape they take.
Dream brings Bug back not too long after, the baby now dressed into footie pajama's that match his bubba as he sat down beside him.
Bean smiles sweetly at his bubba, pushing his coloring book in direction and offering him some crayons to color with.
Bug takes the offer happily as he colors with his bubba.
Karl's already plating the food when Dream comes over to help, arms wrapping around his waist as he presses his face into Karl's neck.
Dream smiles as he squeezes the other a little tighter.
"Need any help?" he asked.
"Yeah, will you finish plating the food while I cut up Bean's pancakes?"
"Sure," he smiled, unwrapping himself from the other and doing as he was asked.
Karl smiles at the domestic feeling as he cuts the food into bite size pieces, knowing his baby just a bit too well.
Dream scoops the pre-cut fruit onto the remaining plates before pulling Bug's closer to himself, and cutting his food into smaller pieces like Karl is.
"Is Punz awake?" Karl ask, figuring that he'd know because he was the last to be upstairs.
"He wasn't when I checked, but you can go wake him up." Dream told him.
Karl nodded his head, finishing the last of Bean's food before taking the plate over towards the boy.
Bean pouts up at him when he takes his coloring book away, pushing the crayons towards the middle of the table where neither of the boys could reach them.
His mood does lighten a little when his nutella covered pancakes are placed in front of him, along with the cantaloupe.
"Here baby," he told the little before he headed towards the staircase.
"Tank you Baba," he smiled back before digging into his food.
Karl gave the boy a soft smile as he headed up the stairs, knuckles tapping on the wood of Sapnap's door.
He heard a slight shuffle of the bedsheets from behind the door, but no voice called him forward.
He slowly opened the door, finding the boy still sleeping soundly under the covers as he moved forward.
"Punz," he whispered softly, tapping the man on his arm.
The boy stirred a little, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as watery blue eyes stared up at him.
"Oh, baby, I know, but you gotta get up little one."
Button stuck his lip out, tears still brushing against his waterline as he reached out for Karl.
The baby shivers a little when he's taken out from under the covers, huddling closer into the warmth of Karl's hoodie as he does.
Karl shakes his head a little, patting the baby on his back before heading down the stairs towards Bug's nursery.
Dream and him decided that it would be best to just put Button's baby things in Bug's nursery, seeing as the two boys share it all the time.
Button, unsurprisingly, doesn't have any matching footie pajama's like the other boys. He does however, have something much better, a different pair of hand-painted footie pajama's with the boys' logos painted on them.
They have George's goggles, Dream's white blob, Sapnap's fire, Karl's swirl, and little baby bee's for Punz, while the rest in just black in color.
They make him look just as cute as a button.
The sweet blonde is changed quickly into his warmer clothes, hands wrapping around the back of Karl's neck as he's pulled off of the changing table.
"Ready for breakfast baby?" the little perked up at that, smiling.
"Candy?"
"Huh?" Karl asked confused, head quirked towards the side as he looked at the blue-eyed boy.
"Candy?"
"For breakfast?"
Button nodded his head as they entered into the kitchen.
"No love," he told him, plopping the baby down into his chair and picking the boys' plate up and taking it to cut the pancakes up.
"Candy," he repeated for a third time, bouncing unhappily in his seat.
Karl shook his head as he finished cutting the pancakes up for him, taking it back over to him and setting it down.
"No," he said more firmly, bending the boy's head backwards a little before planting a kiss on the top of his forehead.
"Pease, Baba," he begged.
"No sweet one; you gotta eat your breakfast so you can be big and strong like Papa and me are," he smiled, going into the baby's world.
"Fine," he muttered, turning down to look at his food.
Such a naughty little baby.
Button smiled up at Karl as he shoved a piece of cantaloupe into his mouth and happily began to munch on his food.
Very naughty indeed.
Dream and Karl are both frantic messes as they both run all over the house in search for missing objects.
It was one thing after another that would go missing, almost like the night was working against them.
First, it was Bean's miss placed jacket.
They could both tell that the night was going to get quite nippy for a Floridian night, so packing jackets for them was an absolute must.
The last place they saw his thicker jacket, one they used for North Carolina or England weather, it was left in the downstairs closet.
However, when they opened it and pulled out both Button and Bug's, his was nowhere to be found.
Then, that reminded them of the recent dress-up the boys' had been playing, so they needed to search the nurseries.
Which, turnt out to be a fruitless endeavor because the actual place the stupid jacket was at was their bedroom.
How that jacket ended up in their bedroom was beyond them, but at least they found it.
Then once that was found, they realized the tutu for Bug's costume was not in the place they thought it as supposed to be. Which could've been an easy enough find; they just need to check the laundry room.
Karl can confirm that it was not at all in the laundry room, but he does remember Dream being the last one to have it, so he tasked the man with finding it.
Then just as Karl thought they're things were together, he turnt around to be meet with Button's large eyes and thumb inside of his mouth as he asked for his blanket.
Karl's own eyes grew wide, fearful as he reassured the boy, he'd come right back with it.
Surely the thing was just in the crib, or at most somewhere in the living room.
He's never gone through so many moments of just being completely wrong before.
He grabbed a bee pacifier from the nursery, taking it back out for the baby before going on the hunt against for Button's blanket.
Button's blanket just can't be missing and they sure as hell can't leave the house without having it.
He thought faintly that maybe Dream had packed it away in one of the baby bags.
That he did not; he already knew it wasn't in the laundry room.
He's slowly running out of places to check when his savor begins to walk down the stairs with both Bug's tutu and Button's blanket.
He heaves a sigh of relief as he gives the adorable yellow blanket to his boy, with a little embroidered bee on one of the corners.
Button rubs his face into the blanket once it's handed to him before making grabby hands for Karl and wanting to be picked up.
Karl heads to change the boy into his Halloween outfit, while Dream pushed a double stroller out the front door made for littles.
They decided getting something that they could push would be the best option for all involved. All that was needed was measurements for it, so they used Bean and Button to make it possible to fit all three boys.
Karl set the boy on the changing table after pulling his costume out of the closet. Button decided he wanted to be a bumble bee for Halloween because he wanted to 'wook wike 'umble,' his stuffed bee plush.
They both thought that was adorable as shit and couldn't tell him no.
He puts black leggings onto the boy, to keep him warm, followed by a long black undershirt to keep his arms warm as well. Then came a fluffy black and yellow body covering suit, along with a yellow tutu because 'wanna weaw un 'oo Baba, wike bubba.'
The costume also has a pair of mesh black wings, but those can go one when they actually make it out to trick or treating.
He tells the baby not to mess up his outfit as he plops him onto the carpet in the living room, picking up the next baby to put their costume on.
He grabs Bean as Dream gets Bug.
Bean decided that he wanted to be Strawberry Shortcake, which came as no surprise to anyone.
The baby is utterly obsessed with that show, of course that's what he wanted to dress up as, but not just any Strawberry Shortcake, he wanted to be the 2003 version Strawberry Shortcake. It took a little time to find all the pieces.
Karl starts with his shirt, pulling a long-sleeved pink, yellow, red, and white striped shirt over his head. Then he pulled up a pair of blue stretchy jeans that wouldn't chaff him, along with long white socks.
Then, even though the baby hates shoes very much, he puts a pair of brown shoes on his feet. They look almost exactly like the ones that she wears, maybe a bit of a darker color, but mostly the same.
The final touches to everything is the red jacket that he wraps around the boy's waist, but the final, final touch is the big pink hat covered in strawberries that he plops on the baby's head.
It has a little red band wrapped around it to match the jacket, with a little bow that has a strawberry button in the middle.
He presses a kiss to the boy's face as he picked him up, taking him out into the living room as well.
Dream came out with Bug all dressed up not too long after, the baby wearing his Marvin the Martian onesie along with his red tutu, leaving Bean the only one without a tutu.
They would've given the baby one too, but he refused the idea.
They respected that; the baby is free to wear whatever makes him the most comfortable.
With much difficulty they managed to load the little's up into the new minivan that Dream curses out every time they have to use, but it's the easiest way to transport all the babies safely, that's what matters.
Soon enough they were trotting up and down the street with their little buckets out and yelling 'twick or tweat,' with the cutest little faces.
Almost everyone who opened the door to hand them candy smiled adoringly at the boys.
They even got many compliments on their manners, a few questioned how they were so well behaved and sweet.
Neither had any real answers to that, because they didn't know how they were, they just got lucky with very sweet babies.
A few people commented how cute they looked; a few might've handed out an extra handful of candy with a large smile after the boys did something extra cute.
After three-ish hours of walking around, the boys started to whine about their feet and how tired they were.
All three of them skipped their second nap of the day so that they could go trick or treating during that time. Therefore, the babies are extra tired.
Dream pulled the stroller out not too long after Bean stopped walking, having Karl carry him around instead.
Button sat on the left side of the stroller while Bug sat on the right side, they're hands linked together as Button clutched his blanket in his other hand. They went for probably less than another hour before loading the boys back up into the car and taking them back home.
All the boys were passed out by the time they got home, Karl carrying two in his arms as they walked towards the house.
They make quick work of undressing the boys and putting them back into pajama's. All three curling up into their cribs, Bean alone while Bug and Button wrapped up together. Pacifiers sucking gently between each of the babies lips.
Dream and Karl share a tired smile, taking their buckets of candy into the living room with them.
They pour the buckets out, diving the candy out evenly between the three so there isn't any fighting.
Either big or small, the boys will fight over uneven amounts of candy, they don't want that to happen.
They snicker to themselves as they sneak some of the candy for themselves, happily eating the pieces they know none of the boys will eat.
It's around midnight before they put the buckets up into the pantry and crawl into bed themselves, warm arms wrapped around each other as they pass out for a welcomed night's rest.
Life is very good with their three babies.