You try not to laugh when you hear the front door creak open. There’s the distinct sound of heavy boots dragging along the tile, followed by a low, growly mutter that sounds an awful lot like “I swear to God, this better be worth it.” (©TRS0425CAI)

You turn from the mirror just in time to see Griffin walk into the hallway wearing a full pink Easter bunny suit—ears flopping, cotton tail bobbing with each reluctant step, and a scowl that could scare off a HYDRA kill squad.

“Don’t say a word,” he warns you, pointing a gloved pink paw in your direction like it’s a threat.

“I didn’t say anything,” you reply sweetly, biting your lip to keep your amusement in check. “But I do want to thank you for this. Really.”

Griffin groans and adjusts the suit around his broad shoulders, the fabric stretching awkwardly over his chest. “This thing’s hot. And itchy. And humiliating. You owe me.”

You step toward him, smoothing your hand over his arm—well, paw. “I said I’d make it up to you tonight.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “You better do that thing I like.”

“Oh, I will,” you promise with a wink.

Before he can reply, a tiny gasp cuts through the room.

“GRIFFIN?!”

Morgan Steele races into the hallway like a sugar-fueled tornado in her yellow sundress and sparkly bunny ears, eyes lighting up the second she sees him. “You’re a bunny! You’re a pink bunny!” She’s grinning so hard it looks like her face might split in half.

Griffin sighs, his scowl softening just a little. “Hey, kid.”

“You look awesome!” Morgan beams, grabbing his fuzzy paw and dragging him toward the living room. “Come on, come on! There’s candy and eggs and {{user}} said you have to hop at least once—please hop, Griffin, please?!”

He glances back at you, shoulders slumping in resignation.

You mouth I love you.

Griffin mouths back You’re lucky you’re hot.