Short Story: Easter Egg Hunt

Belated Happy Easter everyone! Hope it was a brilliant Easter for you and yours! 🙂 In a late homage to the occasion I have written a short story entitled Easter Egg Hunt which I hope you all enjoy! 🙂

Paul watched his husband Malcolm helping their four-year-old twins Katie and Mark to find the Easter eggs hidden in their garden. Or to be more precise pretending to be helping since he knew where they were. After all they had hid them together earlier that morning while the kids were still in bed. He smiled as Malcolm deliberately guided Katie over to the plant pot that a Buttons egg was behind.
“I can’t see any, can you K?”, he asked finally putting his acting degree to good use, thought Paul.
“Yeah, there’s one there! Daddy, you are silly!”, Katie exclaimed and Paul secretly agreed but in the best possible sense of course!
“I don’t like that one! Where’s the milky bar one?”, Katie said handing the Buttons egg to her brother and going in search of that elusive milky bar egg.
Paul got up and walked over to the shed and shoved the milky bar egg out slightly while the kids weren’t looking. Malcolm noticed out of the corner of his eye and Paul could see a smile curve the side of his mouth. And as Paul moved away from the shed right on cue Malcolm said,
“Let’s go check the shed again.”
As Katie noticed the egg she looked suspicious.
“But that wasn’t there.”
The pitfalls of having intelligent children!, thought Paul while beginning his made-up story and making it up bit by bit as he told it.
“Well you see when the Easter bunny … when he decides … when he wants to surprise children who have been good throughout the year he sends them through magic from his burrow.”
“But he didn’t send mine.”, Mark said sadly.
Paul looked guiltily to Malcolm for help. He hadn’t thought that one through and now their son looked on the verge of tears.
“He did. That’s why it appeared when it did. I looked over and I couldn’t see it before then.”, Malcolm said quickly getting down on his hunkers to hug the near sobbing child.
Paul rushed over and put his hand on Mark’s shoulder soothingly.
“The Easter bunny loves you and Katie. I’ve met him and he says this is the house that he loves visiting the most and bring the most eggs to.”
“Then why does Emma Perry get more eggs every year?”, Katie asked, gobbling down a lump of Easter egg.
Because Emma Perry’s parents are richer!, thought Paul.
“Take it slowly there K.”, Paul said, concerned by her fast eating.
“Let’s go try and find another Easter egg.”, Malcolm said bringing the topic off Emma Perry’s annual Easter egg collection.
In brighter spirits now Mark went searching behind a tree.
“Thanks.”, Paul silently mouthed.
“No problem.”, Malcolm replies with a smile.
The rest of the family join Mark who is now digging at clay.
“Whoah Marky boy, the Easter bunny doesn’t bury them in the ground. It’s a rule of his.”, Malcolm says quickly as Paul holds back laughter knowing how proud Malcolm is of the garden.
“Are you sure?”, Paul laughs.
Malcolm throws him a look as if to say “shut-up”. Paul laughs.
“No, your dad’s right. He doesn’t like to dirty them.”
Behind the next tree Mark finds another Easter egg.
“Why is the Easter bunny male?”, Katie asks, munching down yet another piece of Easter egg far too quickly for Paul’s liking.
“K, eat a little slower … why? Because he just is I suppose … but there used to be a lady bunny in charge. She was his mother but he took over after that.”
“Did she die?”
“Yeah … but it was peaceful and she was a hundred and ten years old.”
Kate got up and waddled over to the heather bush.
“I just thought of something. The chocolate Easter bunny.”
She pulled the chocolate bunny out from behind the heather.
“How did you know it was there?”, Paul asked.
“Because it always is.”, Katie replied.
As the kids went into the house, Paul and Malcolm followed.
“We’ll have to be a bit more imaginative with the Easter bunny thingy next year!”, Malcolm whispered to Paul.
“In this tiny garden?!”
“I’ll put up a new tree.”
Paul gives Malcolm a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Always straight in with the ideas.”
“I want lemonade and I can’t reach it and daddy and daddy are taking too long chatting and kissing.”, they can hear Katie saying from the kitchen.
“But it’s sweet.”, Mark replies.
Paul and Malcolm giggle.
“We better …”, Paul begins.
“Yeah.”, Malcolm replies and they walk inside the house to begin lemonade duties.

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