Some more filler... and nothing but sunshine and rainbows here...

Did I mention I'm a lying bitch?

At three months old, baby Pookas would start to crawl or hop by themselves, as well as begin to form their teeth. Darwin had evolved from crying at ungodly hours of the morning to ungodly hours of the day in general. Remembering an 'old wives' tale' from the time her cousin had a baby, Christy would usually rub a bit of honey on the baby's gums or massage them with a cool, wet rag when he was particularly fussy. He also started to wean off goat milk and began to partake in other foods, though they had to be blended.

"So how's my Lil' Britches doing today?" Christy asked, smiling when she spotted her son gnawing at Bunnymund's paw. Bunnymund winced.

"'is teeth are comin' in fast…" He replied, "Why can't he chew your paw fer once?" He muttered, ears drooping in annoyance. She smiled at him before walking over to them and ruffling the fur on her son's head.

"Think of it as payback for all the times you didn't put him to sleep." She said, smirking when he glared at her. Darwin looked up at her, pushing Bunnymund's slobbery hand away to reach for her. Unable to deny him, Christy gently picked him up.

"Tired of eating Daddy's hand, Darwin?" She teased, kissing her son on the nose. Darwin giggled, reaching for her when she pulled away. "How's your paw, Bunnymund?" She asked, rolling her eyes when Darwin began to chew one of her crosses.

"I'll be fine, Love…" He said, standing up to go wash his paws.

"Alright…" She stated, placing their son in the high chair. "We need to get him baptized soon… And figure out who's gonna be the godparent of this little guy…" She added, getting a bowl of applesauce and a small spoon.

"Did somebody say 'godparent'?" Jack proclaimed loudly as he slid into the kitchen, startling Christy and Bunnymund. The grey Pooka glared at him as he picked up the towel he dropped and dried his paws.

"Whaddaya want, Frostbite?" he growled, taking his place at the table again. The winter spirit smirked.

"Oh, just came by to visit my favorite baby Pooka-"

"No, Jack." Christy deadpanned. "For the last time, I'm not making you his godfather…" Ignoring his scoff, she proceeded to feed Darwin. Jack rolled his eyes, letting his arms fall limply at his sides.

"What?! Dude, come on! I'm your best friend!" He whined. "Why can't I be godfather?" He asked, pouting when she ignored him.

"Because, Jack, "She began, spooning some food into Darwin's eager mouth, "You're his big brother… that's much more amazing, don't you think?" She asked, turning around and giving him one of the sweetest smiles in the world as she batted her eyelashes. Bunnymund almost choked on his coffee but looked away, refusing to be mesmerized by those dark, brown eyes. Jack sighed, smiling a bit when he glanced over at Darwin.

"Yeah… I guess being a big brother isn't so bad…" He said, walking over to the high chair and toying with the black Pooka's ears. Darwin giggled and twitched his ears away before going back to his food. Christy smiled.

"Besides… I doubt you wanna be stuck with this little devil 24/7 like us…" She added. Jack arched a brow.

"Oh, come on, dude… How hard is it to raise this kid?" Bunnymund laughed, setting his coffee mug down.

"Ya wouldn't last a day, mate…" He stated, smirking when Jack glared at him. "I'd like ta see ya have to wake up at two in the mornin' and get 'im back to sleep!" Jack, never one to back down from a challenge, walked over to him, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh yeah? I bet I can do it better than you, Kangaroo!" Bunnymund snarled and stood up.

"For the last time, mate, I'm a bunny!"

"Y'all stop that or I'll stop it for ya!" Christy growled, glaring at the two before going back to feeding her kid. The two spirits blinked before clearing their throats and moving away from each other. It was an unspoken rule and warning that if Christy ever got mad enough to slip into her Texan accent, they would stop whatever it was that they were doing and behave themselves. Jack still had a bruise on his elbow from the last time he got hit with a rolling pin. Bunnymund still had a scratch on his ear from the time she threw a carving knife at his head. Once Darwin had finished his food, the baby Pooka licked his muzzle as best he could to rid himself of some applesauce. Christy giggled, grabbing a napkin and gently wiping his face.

"You need to eat neater, Lil' Britches…" She cooed, holding Darwin's paws down when he began to protest. Once he was clean, Christy picked him up and set him down on the floor, kneeling behind him to support him. "Now let's see if you can hop over to Daddy now." She whispered, giving her baby a gentle nudge. Darwin glanced back at her, hazel eyes furrowed in confusion before glancing over to the chair Bunnymund was sitting at. He took a cautious step forward with his front paw, leaning back a little before being assured he would be alright. He placed his other paw down, and took an experimental hop forward.

"There ya go, mate…" Bunnymund whispered, spreading his arms out. "Get over 'ere…" Darwin's little tail wagged happily before taking another hop. Jack squealed, floating over Bunnymund with the biggest smile on his face.

"Come on, little guy! You can do it!" He whispered. Feeling inspired, Darwin took a few more hops until he finally reached Bunnymund and reached for him. His father was only too eager to oblige and picked him up, tossing him in the air before hugging him close.

"Right on ya, Darwin…" He laughed, ruffling his son's fur. "Ya finally learned 'ow to hop!"

"Yeah, and it only took a month…" Christy added, getting up from her place on the floor. Hearing the door knock, Jack arched a brow before floating down.

"Who's that?" He wondered, following Christy to the door. She shrugged.

"I don't know…" She whispered as she opened the door to the home. She blinked when she found herself looking at the signature black robes of Lady Death. Christly cleared her throat and bowed her head a little before straightening backup.

"Lady Death? Do what do I owe this visit?" She asked. Lady Death cleared her throat.

"Christy, before I state my business, may I first congratulate you on your child; the boy seems very healthy and will make a fine spirit representing Holy Thursday." She stated regally, her voice holding pride for the Pooka family. Christy smiled.

"Thank you, Lady Death. That means a lot to me…" She said. Bunnymund walked over, holding Darwin in his arms.

"G'day, Lady Death." He greeted, "Ya need Christy for something?" the spirit of death nodded.

"Yes… I need you to come with me, Christy…" The black and white Pooka nodded. "May I ask why?"

"…Your great aunt passed away this morning…" she replied, ignoring the crestfallen look Christy had. "You told me to advise you when she passed…" Jack couldn't find his voice; he didn't know what to do. Bunnymund furrowed his brows, glancing over at Christy.

"…Christy?" he asked, placing a paw on her shoulder. "You alri-"

"Watch Darwin for me." She stated, interrupting him. "I'll be back in a little bit…"

Christy made her way down the cemetery, hopping through the mausoleums and large headstones before stopping at a rather large one with a weeping angel. Shut up, Dr. Who fans, it's not that kind of weeping angel… She sighed, kneeling down in front of the grave and pulling out her crosses.

"…Tía… Tía? ¿Ahí estas?" She whispered, biting her lip when no answer came. "Please… don't tell me you passed on already…" She whimpered, looking down at the epitaph. "Tia…" She called once again. "Tia Claudia?" A small orb of light suddenly floated up from the grave and flew over to her. She instinctively cupped her hands around it and held it close. She sighed in relief, letting a few tears fall from her eyes.

"Que pasa, mi niña?" The spirit asked, voice old and scratchy. Christy shook her head, sniffling as she wiped a few tears away.

"Nada, Tía… nomas te extraño…" She whimpered, unable to stop herself from crying. "Te quiero mucho, Tía…"

"Y yo Te quiero mucho también, Christina..." the spirit replied, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Ya no llores por mí... Ya no estoy sufriendo…" Christy let out a shaky sigh and held the spirit close to her chest.

"Te voy a extrañar…" She muttered, sniffling as her cries died down. Wiping her eyes, Christy grabbed her larger cross and muttered a small prayer before moving it towards the spirit of her aunt. "Dios te bendiga…" She whispered, watching sadly as her aunt's spirit was purified and sent to Paradiso. Christy sniffled, standing up to dust some grass off her legs. "How long have you been sitting there?" She asked, quietly, not wanting to look Bunnymund in the eye. The grey Pooka stepped out from behind a mausoleum, expression solemn as he came forward.

"Since ya got here…" He replied, stopping at the front of the gravestone. "Who was she?"

"My great aunt." She replied, wiping her eyes more. "She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's two years before I died…" She added. Bunnymund's frown deepened as he draped an arm over her shoulders.

"How'd she die?" He asked, reading the epitaph. "She lived to be eighty-five…"

"Yeah… she… She died of lung failure…" She said, leaning into the embrace. "It sucks… I remember when she didn't have Alzheimer's… She always said I was her favorite… Because I would always go visit her… or talk to her during reunions…" Christy sighed. "She taught me how to cook, too…" Hearing the crack in her voice, Bunnymund pulled her into a full hug and held her tight, not caring about her reaction. Christy broke down and hugged him back, burying her face in his chest as she cried freely.

It was the second time he held her as she cried, and the second time he was assured that he loved her.