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“Babe!”
Lidia could hear the enthusiasm in her mate’s voice as the door slammed, and she braced herself for whatever shenanigans that were bound to ensue. His combat boots thudded on the staircase as he plodded hurriedly up to their room on the second floor.
“Babe!” he called again, bursting into the room. He was breathless, his cheeks pink with exertion and excitement. His blue-violet eyes were glittering with a child-like light. She eyed the two large paper shopping bags in his hands.
“Hey, you,” she answered, grinning despite herself. “I see you went shopping?”
“I got something for us.” He was practically vibrating with anticipation, and Lidia had to admit that it was pretty damn adorable. “Close your eyes!”
The shifter did as she was told, content to play along if it meant she got to see that goofy smile that she loved so much. There was something that might have been rustling of fabric, and the more distinct sounds of the paper bags falling to the floor.
“Okay, open your eyes!”
Burning Solas, she had not been prepared. And it was a wonder, because this is exactly the kind of thing that Ruhn was known for.
Hanging from each hand was a fluffy onesie, one pink and one blue, each with a hood sporting bunny ears.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Aw, c’mon Lids! It’s for Easter!” He waved his arms, the dangling garments like odd, fuzzy streamers. “I even took the pink one so you could have the blue!”
“I’m not wearing a bunny onesie.” Lidia lowered her chin and gave him her toughest look, crossed arms and all.
“Babyyyyyy,” the tattooed male pouted, his lip ring glinting in the first light. He shuffled over to her and threw his arms around her, wrapping her in powder blue and baby pink fluff as he trapped her against his chest. He pressed wet, messy kisses to her cheeks and her nose and her hair as she pushed futilely against his broad shoulders. “Nobody likes a grumpy Gus, Lidia.” He finally released her and gave her the most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t make me return them, Lids. I might cry.” When he gave a dramatic sniffle the golden-haired shifter rolled her eyes.
“I won’t make you return them. But don’t expect me to put that,” she pointed to the blue onesie, “on my person.”
Ruhn looked like he’d just won the lottery. “I have a week. I’m sure I’ll convince you.”
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Lidia sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, staring at the blue onesie hanging on the back of the closet door. The pink one was missing, which likely meant that Ruhn was wearing it while he was downstairs in the kitchen. He’d plopped a loving kiss to her brow before he’d gotten out of bed, offering to make her breakfast in bed for Easter morning.
As much as she loathed to admit it, Ruhn’s constant begging and pleading about the bunny onesie had worn her down. Add to that his obvious, adorable enthusiasm, and she found herself at a crossroads. She could stay in bed in her cami and shorts and wait for him to come back up to join her.
Or she could wrap herself in that blue fluff and flop that hood over her head, scurry downstairs, and memorize his beaming face when she surprised him.
There was only one answer, really.
When she shuffled into the kitchen, Ruhn was in front of the stove. Or, at least, she assumed the towering pink bunny was Ruhn. But, of course, that stupid hood was up, the ears flopping to the side as he shifted from foot to foot, as if he were dancing to a song only he could hear.
“Morning,” she crooned.
Everything after that seemed to proceed in slow motion.
Ruhn turned, a loving reprimand likely on his lips. Until he saw her.
His eyes blew wide and his mouth stretched into one of the biggest, most heart-warming smiles she’d ever seen. He was so beautiful, and so gods-damned sweet, that she couldn’t help but give him a sheepish grin in return.
The Valbaran Prince sauntered over to her, his face shining with joy. Reaching up with both hands, he stretched the blue ears taught, so they were likely sticking up above her head. He moved them about, making them dance as she giggled. Ruhn kissed the tip of her nose.
“Who’s a cute baby bunny-wunny?” he cooed at her. Gods, he was such an idiot. And she loved him for it. She loved the way his smiles could balance her woes; his laughter, her tears. She loved that he would wake up in the morning and make her breakfast, or just hold her, or convince her to wear a ridiculous onesie with bunny ears.
Lidia sighed, trying to look as annoyed as possible, even though she was smitten. “I am.”
And then he slanted his mouth over hers.