Title: Gummibears & Easter Eggs
Author: loozy
Characters: Eppes- family; little!Don & Charlie; Margarete- pov
Rating: PG- 13/ K
Summary: Easter Sunday finds Donnie up early, to his parents' endless amusement and slight, but lovingly expressed, exasperation, dragging Charlie around the backgarden.
Word Count: 240
Spoilers: none
Notes: And even more ficlet from me... I'm on some kind of a roll, here, people... This was supposed to be posted around Easter but then I never got around to typing them down in time... So I'm just posting it now...
Prompt: Well, I got the words from my roomie S who came up with the words when I stole some of his Easter- snacks...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic. Numb3rs and everybody associated with it belongs to Cheryl Heuton & Nick Fallucci and CBS. I'm just having fun.
Feedback: Yes, please. I love every kind of review, even the bad ones, as long as they are helpful and constructive.
Gummibears & Easter Eggs
It is Charlie's first Easter and Donnie's determined to make it a memorable one. So he begs Alan and Margarete, neither of whom have the heart to tell him that Charlie will not remember this event, to hide some eggs for the baby, too.
He will help Charlie find them, he promises, and the parents smile indulgently and hide some more eggs.
It is very cute to look at, after all.
Sure enough, Easter Sunday finds Donnie up early, to his parents' endless amusement and slight, but lovingly expressed, exasperation, dragging Charlie around the backgarden.
Donnie is still in his Snoopy- pjs, Charlie's just wearing his diaper, crawling after his big brother, too excited to try with toddling.
Whenever they find something, Donnie squats down to Charlie's level, then Charlie clumsily drops whatever they found, eggs or sweets or small knick- knacks, into the wicker basket, clapping excitedly, while Donnie praises him.
Childish squeals fill the morning and more than once both Alan and Margarete whip out the camera to capture those sweet moments on film.
Years later when Charlie is in Cambridge and Don is off somewhere chasing fugitives, Margarete spends one evening looking at the photos of her boys when they were little, munching away on her soul food, gummibears.
Her gaze lingers on the Easter- ones the longest.
The next day she mails a package with gummibears and a photo for each to both Charlie and Don.