Getting into bed that night, I was tried and felt like I could sleep forever. Eva hadn’t stopped going on about the bunnies all day and Tyler had decided to support her with that. At bedtime, they had both gone into a melt down and it had taken forever for them to sleep.
My husband was in bed all ready, reading a book, but I could see he was dozing off. I turned out my light and settled down.
‘Are you going to get them a rabbit?’ my husband, Dave, asked out of the blue.
‘No,’ I replied, ‘what’s the point? They’ll be bored with it by the end of the week. Then I’ll have to look after it.’
‘Or maybe not…Ava’s old enough now. It might be good for her. I had a dog at her age. I’ve always wanted another one,’ Dave said dreamily.
‘No dog either,’ I said gruffly, ‘now, I’m going to sleep.’
I pulled the duvet over and stopped listening to him.
‘I’ll be a nice Easter surprise. Say you’ll think about it,’ Dave suggested.
‘I’ll think about it,’ I answered.
Snuggling down, I fell asleep quickly.
Over the next week, Ave and Tyler didn’t let the wanting of a bunny go. My hopes that they would do started to fade and it seemed my children became more determined to force my hand everyday. I didn’t give in and pretended I couldn’t hear them.
A few days before Easter Sunday, I picked up chocolate Easter eggs and other treats for us all to share. I also brought Ava and Tyler soft toy rabbits, not to make up for the lack of a real one, but in the hope of distracting them. I hide everything on the top shelf of my wardrobe.
On the eve of Easter Sunday, when the kids had gone to bed after we’d spent the day at the parking doing an Easter egg hunt, I was curled up on the sofa next to Dave. We were watching a murder mystery TV drama and I was enjoying a glass of red wine.
‘Did you think about the rabbits?’ Dave announced during the advert break.
I looked up at him, a frown on my face, ‘No. They’re not having rabbits. I all ready told you that.’
‘Ava isn’t going to let it go, you know.’
‘She will soon enough,’ I declared.
‘There’s enough space outside for a hutch and for them to run outside. There were two left in the pet shop,’ Dave added, ‘I thought we’d agreed…’
‘Wait? Agreed? Dave…Did you…?’
I looked fully at him, words fading as his express changed to become blank. He was faking it badly though.
I whacked his leg, nearly splashing the rest of my wine. I got up, anger filling me.
‘Where are they?’ I asked.
‘In the garage. I made sure they were warm. I got a get deal on the hutch, food and stuff. Pretty cheap, lot less then I thought it was going to be,’ Dave rushed, ‘Beth, they are really cute. I don’t get why you don’t want them.’
I sank back against the sofa, my thoughts whirling.
‘You can take them back on Tuesday. The pet shop should be open then. I’ll keep Ava and Tyler out of the garage,’ I voiced.
‘Come and see them,’ Dave said.
He got up and helped me stand, even though I didn’t really want to. I placed my wine down and followed him grumpily out of the room. Through into the garage we headed and tucked away behind the old jeep my husband had been working on forever was a large double level hutch.
I put my hands on my hips and watched him open a small side door. Two light brown baby bunnies where snuggled together, sleeping. Dave gently picked up and give it to me. I refused, but then he pressed the rabbit to me and I had no choice.
The bunny was warm and fluffy. A damp nose nuzzled into my hand and whiskers tickled me. I felt something melting inside of me.
‘See? They are really nice. The woman in the pet shop said she breed them and her children have been handling them. She said they’d be suitable for Ava and Tyler,’ Dave explained.
I stroked the bunny in my arms. A part of me still against this whole idea. I’d end up looking after them for sure! Maybe, that wouldn’t be a bad thing?