"We're coloring eggs this Saturday." Nick informed Hank and Wu. "And don't try to say you have plans. If you have a date you can bring her. Adalind wants everyone there and I refuse to deal with a heartbroken hormonal pregnant hexenbiest."

Each with a chuckle, Hank and Wu promised to be at Nick's house to color eggs for Easter.

With each passing month, Nick got more protective over Adalind, while Adalind had a growing need for her family, and for food.

Once the eisbiber women got word that the grimm and his wife were expecting another baby, the Burkhardt home was constantly filled with homemade baskets of goodies.

With the arrival of spring and Easter, the baskets became much more colorful, some adorned with flowers.

Every time a new basket would be brought to the door, Adalind would get misty eyed, touched by the sweet gesture.

Nick always got a fond smile on his face when he would arrive home and see his beloved wife sitting in front of the baskets, snacking on whatever goodies caught her interest.

Lately it had mostly been cream pies. Adalind expressed loving the contrast of the buttery crumbly crust and the sweet, rich or slightly tart filling; depending on the pie.

Every time Nick would kiss his wife, he always got a hint of whatever treat she had indulged in.

It started to become a little game, guessing which flavor of pie an eisbiber woman dropped off that day based solely on what Adalind's kisses tasted like.

The game would go like this:

An expression of hello, then a quick peck on the lips.

"Hmm, I can taste something sweet, but I think I need another hint."

This kiss would be longer, deeper, their lips would move together with a need to feel everything.

By this point, Nick would already know the flavor, but still he would insist, "One more hint."

It would be after the third kiss, where Nick might slip his tongue to fully taste Adalind's mouth, that he would reveal his guess, usually by asking, "Did you enjoy your (insert whatever flavor she had) pie?"

He was thrown off a little the Friday before Easter.

Phoebe Wurstner had dropped off a large dish of banana pudding layered with vanilla wafers and topped with meringue she had sweetened with vanilla, cinnamon and nutmeg. Another kind eisbiber woman had made what was known as dirt. Layers of chocolate and vanilla pudding on top of a thin layer of chocolate cake with chocolate cookie pieces throughout and a thick layer of crumbles on top and gummy worms added for effect and fun.

Both dishes were far too tempting for Adalind. The moment they were set in front of her, she needed a big helping of both.

Nick had thought she had a banana split due to her kisses tasting like both desserts.

"I'm a bad mom, aren't I? I got into the dessert for the kids before they could."

Adalind's little pout was too much temptation for Nick to ignore. He kissed her soundly, then assured her, "You are an amazing mother. And the kids are not suffering without the first bite of dessert. Neither would have lasted till Sunday, anyway. In this house we're lucky if any food lasts till the next day."

That got a laugh out of Adalind. She did know that very well.

"And weren't you planning on making bunny and duck shaped cookies after we painted eggs?"

Adalind lit up. "Oh, that's right! After we paint eggs we're going to bake and decorate sugar cookies! Rosalee and I already got everything we'll need."

With her emotional rollercoaster back on a happy level, Adalind told Nick all about what she and Rosalee had planned for their big family Easter gatherings.

"We're in charge of baking the ham and the rolls. I'm going to put up a magic shield to keep Trubel and Wu out of the kitchen. They both stole a pineapple ring from the ham last year."

Nick found it difficult to hold back his chuckle when the last sentence was growled with annoyance.

It was always overwhelming, how both ordinary and extraordinary his family was.

People trying to sneak food happened in almost every household during most Holidays. But the hostess using magic to keep them out was unique to very few.

The sentiment of awe stayed during the next days gathering and events.

Very typical for little children to get dye on themselves while coloring eggs.

Not so typical for the older girl to make both the eggs and the dye float in the air, creating amazing images.

The hunting of the eggs also proved to be a mix between the usual and the unique.

The triplets had their father's extra strong senses, allowing them to sniff out where each hidden egg was.

Diana never needed to bend down or reach up, she simply had the egg she found float to her basket.

And yet for all of their enhanced qualities, none of them noticed when Kelly would sneak eggs from their baskets and put them into his.

And like most siblings, the triplets got into a fight over who found an egg first. But while they were squabbling over one egg, Kelly took all of their baskets and ran away with maniacal glee.

"I'm not sure if I should be worried or proud." Nick said as he watched his son run with his arms full of his pilfered goods, triplets shouting at him to bring it back.

"I'm the one who should be worried. My kids didn't notice their stuff was taken until Kelly was nearly ten feet away." Monroe sighed.

Even the son of a grimm would lose his footing while running with four baskets. Luckily, said little boy had a big sister who could catch the eggs with her mind, preventing them from getting cracked.

The egg hunt was forgotten as the four children started laughing and wrestling on the grass.

"And this is why we didn't bother with nice clothes." Rosalee commented.

"Think of it as training for when they're old enough to join us keeping the peace." Wu said.

"Don't rush time." Adalind warned. "I want my baby's to stay like this for as long as possible."

Nick wrapped his arms around her, knowing she needed the comfort.

He knew all of the kids would grow up and want to join in on the fight to protect the innocent and take down those who cause harm.

While a large part of him wanted to shield them all from the darkness in the world, he knew that would be impossible to do forever. And because they were a part of the family, the kids would insist on helping, no matter what.

It was another thing that made his family so special.