Debi nervously smoothed her miniskirt into place a final time before picking up Junior and settling the baby on her hip. Her daughter, who was the cutest little tribble in the whole galaxy in a fuzzy little hoodie that would keep her nice and warm, squealed happily and began gumming one tiny hand. This was her semi-official introduction to the world beyond a few shopping introductions, and Debi didn't want her to catch a chill.
She'd agonized over her own costume since her old Mrs. Peel jumpsuit was too tight (and would be until Junior was on solids, not the milk bar) but had finally decided on an old school Star Trek miniskirt that covered everything that was still a bit squishy while showing off her legs. She planned to tell everyone with a Muggle background that she had the most special tribble in the world, which of course she did.
"Honey? You ready?" she called to Zach. Junior made what was probably supposed to be a giggle and Debi hugged her close. "Your daddy hasn't seen your mommy's costume yet, so it'll be a big surprise!"