Easter
Vivienne smiled happily as she held her baby Varian. He was almost a month old now, and ready to go to church for the first time on a holy day. "You're going to love church. You'll be welcomed into the community for the first time and everyone will see what a wonderful baby you are." Vivienne assured him.
"Buh ga." said Varian.
"He's a good boy." Quirin agreed, patting Varian on the head. Varian focused on Quirin and smiled. He seemed to be an unusually attentive child, often staring at his parents as if he were memorizing every detail of their faces. He was able to lift his head up and respond to loud noises (usually by crying.)
Vivienne had swaddled him in a warm blanket and they carefully carried him into town where all the residents of Old Corona met him.
"He is sooo cute." Katie squealed. "I wish I had a baby brother like Varian."
"You say that now. But I doubt you'd say that after being woken up at 2 am by crying." her father Bill pointed out.
"3 am. Varian lets us sleep an extra hour." Vivienne corrected.
Quirin yawned. "And we really appreciate it too." he said.
Some of the other children took turns looking at Varian, but they didn't seem too impressed. "He's just a baby. He can't even do anything!" David scoffed. Varian cried.
"Oh sweetie, it's alright. Shh-hh. Shh-hh." Vivienne whispered soothingly.
"I hope he doesn't cry much in church." Quirin worried.
"He'll be good. He just got scared for a minute, that's all." Vivienne insisted.
While the adults focused on Varian, David stuck out his tongue. He didn't much care for other people getting attention, especially not some drooling infant.
"He's stopped now. Let's get inside." Quirin suggested.
They walked inside and took their seats in Quirin's favorite row in church. He'd missed being there, but he didn't regard the extra time spent on Sundays with his son. Varian seemed to sense that he was n an important place, because he didn't cry out during the sermon (although Vivienne had to discreetly feed him once. Her breasts always hurt a bit during feeding but she assumed that was normal for a new mother.)
"Dear Lord, may I realize afresh today what Your death and resurrection mean for me. Forgiveness, freedom, and the ability to walk with You through this fallen world into eternity. May I always find my satisfaction in You and Your willingness to offer Yourself to me. In Jesus' Name, Amen." the priest intoned.
"Amen." said the congregation.
"I told you he'd be good." Vivienne said proudly as they went outside.
"I know. I have faith in you two." Quirin replied.
"Look, Varian. All the children are getting ready to hunt for Easter eggs. When you're bigger, you can join them." she told him.
Varian looked out at several children running around with baskets. David had several already and he was inching towards Katie's basket. When she was distracted, he helped himself to one of her eggs.
"Ba ba guh!" Varian said angrily.
"Aww, you want to play with the big kids, don't you? Soon, sweetie." she promised.
Varian scrunched up his face and cried. He didn't know why the grown ups didn't always understand him, but he loved them anyway.
Vivienne began to sing a lullaby as she and Quirin walked home, which pleased Varian. He started to feel drowsy, and soon fell asleep in her loving arms while Quirin looked on proudly.
The End
I have actually never been to an Easter egg hunt! Apparently people have been going on egg hunts since the 1600s so it fits the Tangled universe. But I enjoyed doing this prompt, even if I had to look up a few things. If you have any story ideas you'd like to see you can hit me up on tumblr for short prompts and I'll try to respond. (this prompt was from an anon, so you don't have to log in.)