SUPER TROUPER ⇒ jegulus one shots

EASTER

"Nana! I found two more!" The tiny voice of Nina Lupin-Black cries out.

"A whole two more, pop it?" Euphemia smiles at the little girl. "Well, by my judgment, you have at least six more to find, little love,"

Fleamont chuckles from his place on his porch armchair that observes the long stretch of the garden; spring flowers peeking through the green grass. "I hid seven extra eggs earlier this morning, that brings her up to roughly almost twenty eggs,"

Sirius scoffs. "You're both going to send my daughter into a sugar coma," He shakes his head, laughing a little. "You spoil her too much,"

"Easter only comes once a year, Sirius, my boy," Fleamont grins cheerily. "Besides, it keeps her busy for a bit, doesn't it?"

"Oh? Is that why you both did this when I was little then?" James chirps, smirking.

Fleamont laughs, waving his son off. "Well, when your little one comes along, I'm sure that you and Regulus will find your own ways of entertaining them for hours on end,"

James rolls his eyes, leaning his head on his boyfriend's shoulder as he looks up to him. "How do you feel about starting to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day?"

Regulus snorts, placing a hand to the side of his bump as he shrugs. "We can start painting the living room green as soon as we get home,"

"Sounds like a plan,"

Regulus grins back at his boyfriend before turning his attention back to his wobbling four year old niece who is traipsing around the large garden in search of more chocolate eggs. "Good job, Nins," He smiles as he calls out to her.

Nina rushes to them, breathless and panting; her little red basket piled high with Easter eggs. "I got some my baby cousin too, uncle Reg!" She beams. "Mum and dad said it's really good to share,"

James smiles at the little girl, pulling her into his lap. "That's brilliant, sweetie," He beams, ruffling a hand through her dark hair. "And so kind of you to share with your little cousin, but they're not ready to get here just yet; so you're gonna have to eat them all yourself,"

Nina turns giddily to her mother, a bright smile on spreading across her face. "Can I? Mum, can I?"

Remus chuckles. "Baby, you can have one now, but let's save the rest for another day, mmh?" He hums softly.

"Alright, mumma," Nina sighs, huffing a little as she reaches into her hand woven basket to retrieve an egg. She turns to Fleamont. "Grandpa, you want one?" She offers.

Fleamont grins. "I'll half one with you, honey," He nods. "Thank you," Fleamont thanks.

"Dad, can you break it in half for me?" Nina asks, looking to Sirius. "Break it in-" She cuts herself off to count the people present. Nana. Grandpa. Uncle Prongs. Uncle Reg. Mummy. Daddy. And herself. Seven people. "Seven pieces, please,"

"Sure thing, sweetpea," Sirius gently takes the egg from his daughter. He gently cracks the pieces off chocolate, handing one to Remus first. "One for mummy," He muses. "And one for daddy, and Nins, and Nana, and Grandpa," Sirius distributes the chocolate. "And uncle Prongs," He chuckles. "And I'm giving uncle Reggie the biggest piece of chocolate, so the baby can have some too,"

"Gee, thanks," Regulus smirks, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

They munch their chocolate in blissful silence, Regulus' head filled with thoughts of their little one joining them next year, for the annual Easter egg hunt, hosted by Nana Euphemia.

"Does the baby like chocolate, uncle Reg?" Nina questions.

Regulus shrugs. "I like chocolate, and I think that's all that counts right now, pet,"

Nina laughs; a sweet, childlike giggle. "I can't wait to meet my baby cousin,"

"I'm sure he's equally excited to meet you too, Ni," Regulus grins before his face falls and he darts his eyes over to James. "Oops?" He offers. "Can I blame it on pregnancy brain?"

"What? You spontaneously outing our son's gender?"

"Yes,"

James laughs, turning to his parents. "You're getting a grandson, by the way," He laughs again. "Just in case you missed it,"

"Awh, no way," Remus grins. "Congratulations on little mister Potter,"

Regulus blushes. "We wanted to wait until he was born to tell you all," He chuckles.

"Next time can I please have a baby girl cousin?" Nina asks. "Please, uncle Prongs?"

James smirks, pecking the top of her dark hair; that is tied neatly in two yellow ribbons. "I'll do my very, very best, baby Padfoot,"

AUTHOR'S NOTE
just over 800 words! something soft, short and sweet for easter! 🐣 happy easter everyone!