Bunnymund's BabyChapter 1: A Bundle Under A Bench
It was quiet on Easter night. A dark shape slipped between houses, leaving colorful surprises for children when they ventured out of their houses in the morning. So deep into the night that not a sound was heard, so it was obvious when a small cry cracked the silence. The dark shape, having just placed the last egg in its route, looked around. Where was that sound coming from? It hopped around until it spotted a small bundle quietly crying under a bench. Bounding over, it picked up the bundle and gently rocked it back and forth.
"Sh, sh, there there, I got you, you're safe now," Bunnymund murmured, settling on his haunches and lifting one fold of the blanket. It was a little baby boy, with dark black curly hair and crystal blue eyes. At the sight of the Pooka, the baby quieted down. "Hey there, mate." The boy wriggled around, then stretched out tiny hands. The teeny hands grasped soft fur as Bunnymund clasped the baby close upon hearing a wolf's howl.