THE LITTLE BUNNY

I actually wrote a large part of this last Easter as part of a little doodle I drew of Ezra in a bunny suit (which can be found on my Tumblr easily by accessing the Ezra Hooper tag: sincerelydayyy dot tumblr dot com slash ezra + hooper). This year I expanded on it and I thought I'd share it with you.

Happy Easter m'dears.

Also this would be considering after Ezra meets his grandparents which will be in the next addition. This was an opportune time to share this as it is the day of. It'll all make sense later.

much love,

day

"Why doesn't Lock celebrate the day with the bunny and eggs?"

Molly smiles at Ezra as he hops around in his little suit after coming home from The Watsons. She had to take an early shift but was there to spend the rest of "Bunny Day" with her son while Sherlock was elsewhere for a small case on his own. He promised to be back the next day.

"He doesn't celebrate a lot of things, Ezra. You know how he can be about some things. He'll probably like to see you enjoying the day," she tells him after snapping the picture to email to Sherlock a little later after they've had something to eat. He settled down with one of the more traditional looking eggs for this. Molly liked to think it was because he knew how strange Sherlock was about the new things.

"We should save some eggs for him, right?" He continues on getting to his feet too and taking the woven basket full of the multicolored ones he found with the other kids at the hunt.

"A few. He does like eggs." Molly can't keep the smile off her face as she watches Ezra hop into his seat at the table and begin his thorough selection of eggs for his favorite detective. He's highly focused. One would think this was an important project for school. It's truly endearing.

When Sherlock returns later that afternoon, he finds his son in the bunny suit and almost has to fight the emotions he's feeling. One part disturbed that his son is in a bunny costume and two that he likes it because its cute in that childlike way.

His mother had probably tried to get him to do things like this. Hunts and dyeing the eggs but it never caught his attention. He thought it was moronic but there was a change between then and here. There were things he adjusted to as a parental figure in his own right.

"Was it fun?" He asked squatting down to sit with Ezra and mussing up the curls that wouldn't stay inside under the hood.

He nodded, smiling at his Lock. "I left you some eggs." He started to get up, struggling a bit. He had been sitting down for a long time be realized.

"I'll get it."

Molly was waiting for him at the table. Peeling back a few layers of shell so that she could munch on her own egg. It was her last one.

"Coming to get yours?" She beamed at him while dusting off her hands as he leaned down, "Something like that," and kissed her softly.

She giggled once he had moved away and looked down at the eggs that Ezra had picked for him. All of them shared one common trait, they were all dark with lighter patterns and specs brightening up a bit.

He looked at Molly, winking a bit before gathering his designated three that were in a tiny bowl and went back to sit with his little bunny friend.

He cracked one, eating it on the way. Passed another to Ezra who merely looked at him before cracking that one and then eating the last himself. "Thank you. They were great choices."

Later, Sherlock sent the photo Molly had sent him to most of his friends. It was close to the proud parent moment that were going to get for awhile.

Mycroft was the first to reply with a bonus message from Anthea.

Mummy will want photos all the time. Tsk, are you really prepared to that? - MH

(He likes it. He's just your older brother as you know. Hehe - A)

He rolled his eyes. Once again he was starting to really be grateful for Anthea's presence. She was more at ease than Mycroft. He could see how that could work.

He went through the rest of the messages before turning to Molly who was waiting on him.

He turned his phone off and gathered her in his arms.

"What would you like to know?"

"Everything. It's not often that you take a case on your own anymore." This is where they found themselves most nights after cases. When Ezra was sleeping and despite the popular blog of his best mate, Molly enjoyed hearing his version. She picked at it sometimes knowing his own exaggerations but she seemed genuinely intrigued by his tales. In a way it was a form of a bed time story but not something he could readily share with his son.

He had tried that once and it had been difficult to pick what scenarios he could share and which ones he couldn't. Here, he could tell all and that was one of the things he cherished. Even when Molly eyes started to close out of exhaustion. He loved sharing it with her because it made her eyes glow and that was something that made him happy.