#easter fun

Busted…

Attempting to save face by offering to share

Re-evaluating his life choices.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82528056

When the Easter surprises hidden for Fred and his classmates are stolen from the park, Broadchurch CID is there to help out and investigate this serious crime - together with some of Broadchurch's vocar and local journalist they quickly come up with a plan to save the kids' Easter egg hunt

Larry celebrating Easter with Louis' siblings, and Harry dresses up as a bunny for the little ones! Louis is so fond and happy, that he starts thinking about adoption 🥺🐰🐣🌼

♥!

It's one minute to ten and the sun is shining on the patio, heating up Louis' cheeks whilst he has a morning cigarette. Smoking around his siblings is something he forbids himself of. He's enjoying the temporary peace, before his siblings storm down the staircase with delight and accompany him in the garden space. Louis exhales a puff of smoke, tapping the end of the roll.

'Louis!'

He's startled from his thoughts, immediately extinguishing it beneath the sole of his slider. His sister sniggers, pointing at his choice of footwear.

'OK miss fashion police. I'm sorry I wore socks and sliders together.' He rolls his eyes, though a fond smile remains at how quick she's growing up. 'Now, did you manage to find the chocolate eggs our trusty bunny hid this morning?'

Doris shakes her head, arms folded over her chest and the bottom lip is starting to jut out. 'No. Where did they hide them?'

Louis chuckles. 'If I told you that, then that would spoil all of the fun.' He ruffles up her hair. 'Where's the others?'

She shrugs. 'Um, I don't know. Asleep?'

'I'm definitely not asleep. Been waiting for ages,' Earnest chimes, emphasis on the final word, as though he's been waiting for a lot longer than ten minutes. 'Where's Lottie?'

'Ha, you won't see her until at least lunchtime I presume,' Louis quips, opting to sit on the bench at the far corner of the patio. It could use a lick of paint - a job he's been meaning to do for the last two summer's. He claps his hands together. 'OK! I guess we can't wait for the rest of the tribe, so we should make a start...'

'Wait!' Phoebe yells, tripping over the patio step. She manages to regain her balance with a light flush in her cheeks. 'I'm here. I'm here. Let's do this!'

The siblings cheer enthusiastically, minus Louis who is anticipating his fiancé's arrival. He's a little behind schedule and Louis hopes he's not forgotten, that or gotten held up somewhere. Earlier that morning the pair had hidden the chocolate eggs, in preparation for the hunt. Yet, Louis didn't expect his siblings to sleep in until this late, nevermind five a.m - which is when he woke Harry up to decorate the abode.

'Does everyone have a basket?' Louis asks, hoping to instill them with enthusiasm. He's surprisingly rescued from entertainment duties when Harry brusts through the garden gate, almost giving the children a freight. It soon transpires into giggles when they witness the intruder. Harry's dresses head to toe in a rabbits costume. Louis is smiling fondly at how ridiculous he looks, yet how his eyes light up when the siblings rush over, hands enveloping around Harry's legs.

'Harry!' Phoebe yells. 'We missed you. We thought you'd gone home or - or something.'

'I wouldn't miss this for the world,' he confesses, handing them a Easter themed hat each and a small stuffed animal. 'So are we ready troops?'

There's a unified cheer of affirmation, before Louis draws a white line of chalk across the patio. He counts down from ten, pausing before reaching zero. And on that note, the children rush around the garden, searching high and low for the eggs, being mindful of the thorns that are poking through the holes in the fence. Doris trips over, landing flat on her face and Louis rises to his feet, ready to rush to her aid when Harry manages to pick her up, him being mere inches away. She's spluttering a few tears, yet Harry's words of encouragement and a soft kiss to her mud-stained knee warms Louis' heart.

'Shush, darling. It's OK. I've got you,' he whispers, dancing on the spot to console her. Harry carries the girl on his hips, doing a fancy intermittent twirl to make her smile. It's a success.

'He's so good with them, isn't he...' Louis hears, snapping him out of the trance. Lottie is standing right beside him, sporting a baggy tee and shorts. She yawns. 'Have you - you know -'

'Shush! Keep your voice down, Lotts,' Louis hisses. 'No, I haven't asked him yet.'

'And do you plan to?' She asks.

Their conversation is interrupted by Harry's obnoxious singing. He's burst into song and Doris is accompanying him, yelling the lyrics and although Harry's wincing at the sheer volume, he doesn't falter. If anything, it seems to spur him on to continue. Phoebe is dropping chocolate eggs into Doris' basket, an offer to share her success. Meanwhile, Earnest is engrossed in the worms and snails at the rear of the garden, sitting cross legged on the soil.

'Lou...' Lottie comes again, playfully elbowing him in the arm.

'Argh! What?' Louis replies feigning hurt.

'Shut up. I didn't hurt you.' She sighs exasperatedly. 'Don't change the subject. Are you going to or what?'

Louis nods, turning his attention to his fiancé who is still dancing and singing around the garden like it's a Broadway film. 'I do - I mean, I will...'

Lottie slaps him on the shoulder. 'Good. Because that man will make a wonderful mother - father - one day. Don't let that opportunity slip through your fingers.' She sprints up the pathway, joining the duo in the theatrics.

Easter weekend, Finally here, Warmer weather, Full of cheer. Get together, Have some fun, Eat some chocolate, Everyone. Chocolate eggs And Easter rabbits Hot cross buns And Easter magic. When I was young, I liked Easter best. Put my chocolate eating To the test. Munch through Creme eggs, Mini eggs too. Fill my belly, Till I’m through. Then wallow in My chocolate high. Wave…