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A Bloodline Easter.

Pair: The Bloodline couples

Plot: The Bloodline’s Easter morning turns into a hilarious whirlwind as every family battles chaos just trying to get out the door. After taking over an entire church pew and barely surviving Pastor Cody’s overly dramatic sermon, they all gather at Roman’s house for food, family, and pure holiday madness. With Haku giving a heartfelt blessing, kids tearing through the yard for an egg hunt, and the whole family ending the day tired but together, it becomes the kind of Easter only the Bloodline could have.

this fic ended up being so much softer than i planned… like yes, the chaos is there, the yelling, the icing war, the kids running wild — but underneath all of it, there’s that feeling of family that just hits different. writing roman’s moments with haku really got me in the chest. there’s so much love in this family, even in the messy parts, and i wanted that to sit with you when you finished reading.

i hope this finds you well, and i want to wish you a happy easter — no matter how you celebrate it, or why. i just hope you felt a little warmth, a little joy, and maybe a little softness in these pages.

song for this fic: Home — Phillip Phillips ❤️😊🤍

Roman and Galina woke up to screaming.

Not danger screaming.

Not hurt screaming.

Easter screaming.

“THE EASTER BUNNY CAME!” one twin yelled.

“HE ATE THE CARROTS!” the other yelled back.

Roman groaned into his pillow. “Five more minutes…”

Galina laughed softly. “Not today.”

They barely made it down the hallway before Joelle ran up to them, holding her Easter basket like a trophy.

“Daddy look! I got the big chocolate bunny!”

Behind her, the twins were arguing over who found their basket first, and the baby twins were babbling loudly, waving plastic eggs like maracas.

Roman rubbed his face. “Okay, okay, one at a time—”

A plastic egg hit him in the chest.

Galina kissed his cheek. “Good luck.”

The next thirty minutes were a blur of:

missing shoes

crooked bowties

Joelle trying to curl her hair

one twin crying because his shirt was “itchy”

the other twin crying because he wanted Joelle’s chocolate bunny

the babies trying to eat the Easter grass

Roman stood in the hallway holding two tiny dress shoes and a pastel vest, looking like he’d rather face Brock Lesnar again.

Galina passed by, smoothing his collar. “You’re doing great.”

He was not doing great.

But somehow — somehow — they got all five kids dressed, brushed, and buckled into the car.

Trinity was already awake, rocking the newborn in her arms while trying to zip Jayla’s dress with one hand.

Jimmy stumbled out of the bedroom holding Jaiden upside down by the ankles.

“He won’t put his pants on,” Jimmy announced.

Jaiden yelled, “I DON’T LIKE PANTS!”

Trinity sighed. “Put him down.”

Jimmy set him on his feet. Jaiden immediately ran away.

Jayla, fully dressed and judging everyone, crossed her arms. “This is embarrassing.”

Trinity adjusted the baby’s blanket. “Sweetheart, go get your brother’s shoes.”

Jimmy leaned over the newborn. “Good morning, little Uce. You ready for your first Easter?”

The baby spit up on him.

Jimmy froze. “Babe.”

Trinity didn’t even look up. “Wipe it off.”

The next half hour was:

Jimmy trying to gel Jaiden’s hair

Jaiden running away every time

Jayla fixing her own hair because “Daddy doesn’t know how”

Trinity feeding the baby while putting on mascara

Jimmy trying to sneak candy from the kids’ baskets

Trinity catching him every time

Finally, with the baby strapped to Trinity’s chest, Jaiden half‑cooperative, and Jayla rolling her eyes, they made it out the door.

Jey woke up to the sound of his sons tearing through the house like they were in a race.

Jaciyah was yelling, “I FOUND MINE!” Jeyce yelled back, “I FOUND TWO!”

Jey sat up. “How y’all find baskets before I even get out the bed?”

He walked into the living room to find:

jellybeans everywhere

plastic grass stuck to the couch

both boys already in their Easter shirts

neither wearing pants

“Why aren’t y’all dressed?”

“We are!” Jeyce said proudly.

“No pants,” Jey said, pointing.

Jaciyah shrugged. “Pants are boring.”

The next twenty minutes were:

Jey chasing them with their pants

Jeyce hiding under the table

Jaciyah trying to put his shirt on backwards

both boys hyped up on candy they definitely weren’t supposed to eat yet

“Boys, please,” Jey begged. “Grandma will roast me if y’all show up looking crazy.”

That got their attention.

They got dressed in record time.

Solo was already dressed.

His boys were already dressed.

Everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

He turned around.

Both kids were standing on the couch holding crayons.

The wall behind them was now… decorated.

Solo closed his eyes.

Took a breath.

Picked them up under each arm.

And walked out the door.

Future Solo would deal with the wall.

Tama was ironing his shirt.

Tonga was yelling, “Where’s my belt?!”

Tala was fixing his hair in the mirror.

Tamina was trying to get everyone out the door.

“Why are we always late?” she asked.

Tama shrugged. “Tradition.”

They left ten minutes behind schedule. As usual.

All the cars pull out of their driveways around the same time.

Roman’s SUV.

Jimmy’s truck.

Jey’s car.

Solo’s minivan.

The Tongas’ chaotic caravan.

Everyone heading to the same place.

Everyone already stressed.

Everyone pretending they’re going to behave in church.

They will not.

The Bloodline didn’t just walk into church. They arrived.

Five cars pulled into the parking lot at the exact same time like they were making a faction entrance. Roman’s SUV. Jimmy’s truck. Jey’s car. Solo’s minivan. The Tongas’ convoy. All rolling in like they owned the place.

The ushers at the door froze.

One whispered, “Oh Lord… they all came.”

Another whispered, “Do we… have enough seats?”

They did not.

Roman led the way inside, holding one twin under each arm like grocery bags. Joelle walked beside him, clutching her Easter basket like it was a sacred artifact.

Jimmy and Trinity followed, Trinity with the newborn strapped to her chest, Jimmy trying to keep Jaiden from sprinting down the aisle.

Jey came next, dragging both boys by the hoods of their jackets like they were flight risks.

Solo walked in silently, two toddlers clinging to his legs like koalas.

The Tongas arrived last, greeting everyone like they were celebrities.

They all ended up in one massive row.

One. Single. Row.

The usher just stared at them like he needed hazard pay.

Cody stepped up to the pulpit wearing a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, Bible in hand, looking like he was about to cut a promo on sin itself.

“Happy Easter, everyone,” he said, smiling.

Jimmy whispered loudly, “That’s our pastor right there.”

Trinity elbowed him so hard he nearly swallowed his gum.

Cody cleared his throat and began.

“Today,” Cody said, pacing the stage, “we celebrate the greatest comeback in history.”

He paused dramatically.

“The ultimate return.”

Jimmy whispered, “He talkin’ that talk.”

Jey snorted into his hand.

Roman muttered, “This man…”

Cody continued, voice rising:

“On this day, we remember that no matter how dark the night—

no matter how heavy the burden—

no matter how impossible the odds—

victory is ALWAYS possible!”

He hit the word always like he was calling for a finisher.

The congregation nodded politely.

The Bloodline reacted like they were ringside.

Jimmy: “YES SIR, PREACH THAT.”

Tama: “He’s in his bag.”

Tala: “He’s cooking.”

Solo: blink

Cody kept going, fully committed.

“And when the stone rolled away…

when the light broke through…

when hope rose again…

that was the moment the story—”

He paused.

“—was FINISHED.”

Jimmy stood up clapping like it was WrestleMania.

Jey hid his face in his hands.

Roman whispered, “Sit down.”

Right as Cody took a breath, one of Roman’s toddlers yelled:

“IS IT OVER?!”

The entire church laughed.

Roman closed his eyes like he was reconsidering fatherhood.

Cody smiled. “Almost, buddy.”

Then Jaiden yelled, “I’M HUNGRY!”

Jayla smacked him. “Shh!”

Jeyce kicked the pew and said, “He said hungry, not loud.”

One of Solo’s boys pointed at Cody and yelled:

“HE YELLS LIKE UNCLE JIMMY!”

Jimmy gasped. “Wow. Betrayal.”

Trinity whispered, “You deserve it.”

Then — the worst one — one of Roman’s twins shouted:

“DADDY SAID HE TALKS TOO MUCH!”

Roman’s soul left his body.

Cody blinked. “Well… I do get passionate.”

Jimmy was wheezing.

Jey was crying into his hands.

Tama was slapping Tonga’s shoulder.

Solo didn’t move but his mouth twitched.

Cody wrapped up with:

“And today… we rise, we rejoice, and we finish the story.”

Jimmy stood again. “AMEN, PASTOR.”

Roman grabbed his arm. “Sit. Down.”

The kids cheered because they thought it meant they could finally go outside.

The Bloodline stood together — loud, chaotic, loving, and absolutely unhinged — and began the slow, messy process of gathering all the kids, jackets, baskets, and candy wrappers.

They were headed to Roman’s house next.

And if church was this chaotic?

Lunch was going to be a warzone.

Roman barely had the front door unlocked before the kids stampeded inside like they’d been held hostage at church.

“Shoes off!” Galina called.

Half listened.

Half didn’t.

Solo silently removed his boys’ shoes.

Jey’s sons pretended they didn’t hear.

Jimmy kicked his off like he was entering a ring.

Within seconds, the entire Bloodline was stripping out of their church clothes like they were allergic to them.

Roman’s twins threw their bowties on the floor.

Joelle changed into leggings and a hoodie.

Jey’s boys were already in basketball shorts.

Jimmy was halfway out of his dress shirt before Trinity yelled, “NOT IN THE LIVING ROOM.”

Trinity had the newborn strapped to her chest, gently bouncing him while trying to get Jaiden out of his tiny loafers.

Galina reappeared in comfy sweats. “Kitchen, ladies?”

Tamina nodded. Trinity nodded. And Tala — already in a t‑shirt and joggers — followed them in, grabbing plates on the way.

Within minutes, the kitchen was a full auntie‑and‑cousin operation.

Galina checked the ham.

Trinity stirred macaroni with one hand and rocked the baby with the other.

Tamina chopped vegetables like she was on a cooking show.

Tala set out plates and cups, moving around the kitchen like he’d been doing it his whole life.

Jayla organized the cups because she was the only responsible child in the family.

Jimmy tried to steal a roll.

Galina slapped his hand without turning around. “Not yet.”

Jimmy gasped. “How do you always know?”

“Mother’s intuition.”

The men were supposed to be watching the kids.

They were not.

Roman was trying.

Solo sat with two toddlers asleep on him.

Jey wrestled his boys away from the candy bowl.

Tama and Tonga argued about last year’s golden egg.

Jimmy hyped up the kids like they were entering a battle royale.

“Who thinks they can beat Uncle Jimmy in the egg hunt?”

Every kid raised their hand.

Jimmy clutched his chest. “Wow. Betrayal.”

Everything was going surprisingly well.

Too well.

Then Trinity yelled:

“COOKIES!”

Every child froze.

Then chaos erupted.

They sprinted into the kitchen, crowding around the table where Galina had set out bunny‑shaped sugar cookies and bowls of icing.

“Okay,” Galina said, “decorate nicely—”

She didn’t finish.

Jaiden grabbed a squeeze bottle of pink icing and sprayed it directly at Jaciyah.

Jaciyah screamed and sprayed blue icing back.

Jeyce joined in.

Roman’s twins joined in.

Solo’s boys woke up and immediately joined in.

Tala ducked behind the counter.

“HEY—HEY—aim AWAY from me!” he yelled, dodging a spray of green icing.

Tamina yelled, “HEY!”

Galina shielded the newborn.

Trinity shouted, “NOT THE WALLS!”

Jimmy? Jimmy was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

Roman walked in, took one look, and whispered, “I’m going back outside.”

Within seconds, every child was covered in icing.

The cookies?

Perfect. Untouched.

Just a table full of pristine cookies and a kitchen full of sticky, pastel‑covered children.

The icing war finally calmed down.

Galina wiped the counters.

Tamina lined the kids up like a tiny pastel army.

Tala was trying to get icing out of his hair.

Trinity bounced the newborn gently.

Roman was outside pretending to “check the grill.”

Inside, the house was loud and warm — the Tongas already settled in, laughing with Jimmy and Jey while the kids ran circles around them.

Then the front door opened.

And everything stopped.

Haku stepped inside.

The kids froze.

The adults straightened.

Even Solo sat up a little taller.

Tama, Tonga, Tala, and Tamina were already there, and they immediately stood to greet him.

“Uncle,” Tala said, smiling wide.

Haku nodded, eyes warm. “My children.”

Roman walked in from outside, froze, then smiled softly.

“Uncle,” he said, shaking Haku’s hand with both of his. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Haku replied.

Trinity stepped forward, newborn bundled against her chest.

“Uncle… someone wants to meet you.”

Haku’s face softened instantly.

He held out his arms. “Come here, little one.”

He held the baby like he’d been doing it forever — steady, gentle, reverent.

The baby blinked up at him, then yawned.

Haku chuckled. “Strong one. I can tell.”

Jimmy puffed his chest. “He knows greatness.”

Tamina smacked him. “Hush.”

Roman stood off to the side, watching Haku with the baby.

Soft.

Grateful.

A little broken around the edges.

Galina touched his arm. “You okay?”

Roman swallowed. “Yeah. Just… reminds me of Dad. And Uncle Afa.”

Galina leaned her head on his shoulder. “They’d love this.”

Roman blinked fast. “Yeah. I know.”

Across the room, Haku met his eyes.

No words.

Just understanding.

Roman exhaled.

Everyone gathered at the table.

Kids squeezed between adults.

The newborn slept against Trinity’s chest.

Roman cleared his throat. “Uncle… would you do the blessing?”

Haku nodded.

Everyone bowed their heads.

Even Jimmy. Even Jey’s boys. Even the twins.

Haku prayed for:

the food

the family

the children

the ones here

the ones far away

the ones they’d lost

and the ones still growing

Roman’s eyes stayed closed, jaw tight. He wasn’t crying. But he was close.

When Haku finished, the room stayed quiet — peaceful, whole.

Then Jimmy whispered, “Amen,” like he didn’t want to break the moment.

The yard looked like a pastel battlefield — eggs hidden in bushes, tucked behind flowerpots, stuffed into tree branches, and one golden egg hidden so well even Tama couldn’t remember where he put it.

Galina blew the whistle.

The kids EXPLODED across the yard.

Jaiden dove into a bush.

Jeyce tripped, rolled, and kept going.

Jaciyah climbed the porch railing like a lookout.

Roman’s twins ran in opposite directions.

Solo’s boys toddled after the bigger kids, determined to keep up.

Joelle and Jayla teamed up like they were on a mission.

Tala filmed everything like it was a documentary.

Jimmy yelled, “GO LITTLE UCES, GO!”

Tonga yelled, “LEFT! NO—YOUR OTHER LEFT!”

Tamina yelled, “DON’T EAT THE GRASS!”

Trinity bounced the newborn and laughed.

Galina shook her head fondly.

The adults gathered near the porch, plates of leftover food in hand, watching the chaos unfold.

Tama: “I swear they get faster every year.”

Tonga: “That’s because they’re fueled by sugar and violence.”

Tala: “And Jimmy’s trash talk.”

Jimmy: “HEY. My trash talk builds character.”

Jey: “Your trash talk builds headaches.”

Galina laughed. “At least they’re burning energy.”

Trinity adjusted the baby. “He’s gonna sleep good tonight.”

Haku stood with them, hands behind his back, watching the kids with a soft, proud smile.

Everyone was relaxed.

Everyone was laughing.

Everyone was enjoying the moment.

Except Roman.

He drifted a few steps from the group, just far enough that no one would notice unless they were looking.

He stood by the fence, arms crossed, watching the kids run and scream and laugh.

And it hit him.

The kind of hit that wasn’t loud — just heavy.

The kind that sat in his chest and pressed down.

He thought of his father.

He thought of Uncle Afa.

He thought of all the Easters they’d had.

All the ones they’d never get again.

His jaw tightened.

His eyes burned.

He blinked fast.

He wasn’t crying. But he was close.

Haku walked over quietly, like he’d known exactly where Roman would be.

He didn’t say anything at first.

He just stood beside him, watching the kids.

After a moment, he spoke softly.

“They’d be proud of you.”

Roman swallowed. “I know. I just… wish they were here.”

“They are,” Haku said. “In every child. In every laugh. In every moment like this.”

Roman exhaled shakily. “Yeah.”

Haku placed a hand on his shoulder — firm, grounding, familiar.

“You carry them well,” he said.

Roman nodded, blinking hard. “Trying.”

“You’re doing more than trying,” Haku said. “You’re leading.”

Roman didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nodded again.

Suddenly—

“UNCLE ROMAN!”

A stampede of tiny feet.

Before he could react, the kids swarmed him like pastel‑colored puppies.

Joelle hugged his waist.

Jayla grabbed his hand.

Jeyce shoved an egg into his palm.

Jaciyah wrapped around his leg.

The twins tackled him from behind.

Solo’s boys toddled over and leaned against him.

Jaiden yelled, “WE FOUND SO MANY EGGS!” and shoved a cracked one into Roman’s pocket.

Roman laughed — a real one, soft and warm.

Joelle looked up at him. “Daddy, are you okay?”

Roman nodded, voice thick. “Yeah, baby. I’m good.”

Jayla added, “We can stay with you if you want.”

Jeyce nodded. “Yeah. We’re not busy.”

Roman crouched down, pulling all of them into a big, messy, sticky hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I love you guys.”

The kids squeezed him tighter.

Behind them, Haku smiled — the kind of smile that said this was exactly what the family was meant to be.

By the time the golden egg was found, the sun was low and the kids were running on fumes. One by one, they dropped like tiny pastel‑covered dominoes.

Joelle fell asleep on the couch with her basket still in her lap.

Jayla curled up beside her, arms crossed even in sleep.

Jeyce knocked out on the floor halfway through eating a jellybean.

Jaciyah fell asleep on Jey’s chest, sticky fingers and all.

Roman’s twins passed out in opposite directions — one on Solo’s leg, one on Tama’s shoulder.

Solo’s boys were asleep in a pile on the rug like puppies.

Jaiden fell asleep mid‑sentence, face smushed into Jimmy’s side.

And the newborn?

Peacefully snoring against Trinity’s chest, completely unbothered by the world.

The house, once loud enough to shake the walls, had gone soft and warm and quiet.

The adults gathered around the living room, plates of leftovers in hand, voices low so they wouldn’t wake the kids.

Galina leaned back on the couch, smiling softly. “We survived.”

Tamina laughed quietly. “Barely.”

Tala stretched his legs out. “I still have icing in my hair.”

Tonga shook his head. “That was war.”

Jimmy grinned. “And we won.”

Trinity rolled her eyes. “You cheated.”

Jimmy gasped. “I would NEVER—”

“Jimmy,” every adult said at the same time.

He put his hands up. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Galina rested her head on Roman’s shoulder, watching their kids sleep all over the room.

“You did good today,” she whispered.

Roman exhaled, soft and tired. “They did all the work.”

Galina smiled. “You held it together.”

Roman looked at the twins, at Joelle, at the babies. “Yeah… I guess I did.”

She squeezed his hand. “Your dad would be proud.”

Roman blinked hard, but didn’t look away. “I hope so.”

Jimmy gently brushed a curl off Trinity’s forehead as she rocked the newborn.

“You okay, babe?” he whispered.

Trinity nodded. “Just tired.”

Jimmy leaned closer. “You looked beautiful today.”

She snorted. “I had spit‑up on me.”

“And you still looked beautiful.”

Trinity smiled, soft and sleepy. “Thank you.”

Jimmy kissed the baby’s head. “He’s perfect.”

Trinity leaned into him. “He really is.”

Jey sat with Jaciyah asleep on his chest and Jeyce curled up beside him.

He brushed a hand over their hair, voice low. “They wore me out today.”

Tamina smiled. “They adore you.”

Jey shrugged, but his eyes softened. “Yeah… I adore them too.”

He kissed the top of Jaciyah’s head. “Even when they drive me crazy.”

Solo sat quietly, two toddlers asleep against him, one on each shoulder.

Tala nudged him. “You good, Uso?”

Solo nodded. “Yeah.”

“You look happy.”

Solo looked down at his boys, peaceful and drooling on his shirt. “I am.”

It was simple.

It was honest.

It was Solo.

The Tonga brothers sat together, watching the chaos they helped create.

Tama smirked. “We should do this every year.”

Tonga groaned. “I need a nap first.”

Tala laughed. “You need a nap every day.”

Tonga pointed at him. “And you need to stop filming me.”

Tala kept filming.

Roman sat on the arm of the couch, looking around the room — at the kids asleep everywhere, at his cousins laughing softly, at the warmth filling every corner of his home.

Haku sat beside him, hands folded, watching the family with a peaceful smile.

“You did good,” Haku said quietly.

Roman swallowed. “They’re… they’re good kids.”

“They are,” Haku agreed. “And they’re together. That matters.”

Roman nodded, jaw tightening just a little. “I just… I wish Dad was here. And Uncle Afa.”

Haku placed a steady hand on his shoulder.

“They are here,” he said. “In every laugh. In every child. In every moment like this.”

Roman blinked hard, eyes shining but not falling. Not yet.

He exhaled slowly. “Yeah. I know.”

Haku squeezed his shoulder once, firm and grounding. “You carry them well.”

Roman looked around the room again — at the sleeping kids, at the family he loved, at the peace settling over everything.

A small, soft smile tugged at his mouth.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I guess I do.”

The End

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