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sign with the words HAPPY BELATED BUNNY SHOWER made crinkly noises in the gentle breeze.
As Nick walked towards Judy, he waved at Mr. and Mrs. Hopps as they disappeared around the side of the house.
Nearby Rita talked to Clawhauser, who was hovering over the remnants of a pink sheet cake.
Nick plopped down on the swing and put his sunglasses on as Judy spoke. “I really like Rita.”
“Yep, she and my mom are the only reason I have any redeeming qualities whatsoever.”
Nick smiled as he continued. “It was great meeting a few dozen of your brothers and sisters and their families. And your parents seem like they’re… adjusting.”
Nick glanced over at Rita and Clawhauser before he noticed Judy staring at him with an odd look on her face.
Nick smirked at her. “Whatchya looking at, Carrots?”
“Just trying to see if I can figure out what you’re thinking about right now.”
Nick chuckled. “Sweetheart, you’ll never be able to read this poker face. Well, except maybe that one tell I have...” He paused and waited, his mouth twitching as he tried not to grin. After several long, silent seconds, Judy sighed.
“Is it the one where you pause awkwardly like you’re thinking, but you’re really doing it just to annoy me?”
Nick laughed as he lifted his sunglasses to wink at Judy. “Nope. It’s the one where I look at you holding Holly, but I'm thinking about how much I love you both.”
“Awwww, you dork, I don’t think that’s how tells work. But we love you too.”
Judy turned around and scooted backwards to snuggle against Nick as he wrapped his arms around her and Holly.
Judy’s voice was almost a whisper. “Promise me you won’t wait until I’m in a coma to talk to me, ok?”
“I promise that we’ll have plenty of wonderful, crazy, and uncomfortable conversations, Carrots. But only if you promise to talk to me instead of making me hear things indirectly from your mom after she reads your diary, because that’s going to start getting really awkward.”
Judy’s ears turned bright red. “I told you, it’s a journal, not a diary. It’s a Moleskine, for pete’s sake.”
“Those poor moles who died for your diary.”
“It’s not made from the skins of moles, you idiot.”
For several minutes Nick lazily rocked the swing back and forth.
“I could easily fall asleep here holding you, but I’m going to go rescue some of that cake from Clawhauser and see if I can get him to take the rest home, preferably soon. Want anything?”
Judy shook her head and smiled. “Just for you to come right back.”
I know I should be thankful that things turned out the way they did, though it hasn’t been easy. I think Nick summed it up best when he said, “Sometimes the prettiest flowers grow from the stinkiest piles of crap.” He’s such a poet.
“I hear her coming down the hall. Now’s your chance, come on Little Carrots, say Nick. Nnnnnniiiiiickkkk.” Holly mumbled and kicked her feet as she chewed on her paw.
Judy, balanced on forearm crutches, looked at them through the doorway. “You know, I’ll never forgive you if she says Nick before she says mama.”
“What? I can’t help it if she knows who loves her more.”
Judy rolled her eyes. “I’ll get her food ready, but I get to feed her.”
“Hey, I’m changing her diaper... why do you get to do all the fun stuff?”
Nick’s ears twitched as he listened to Judy carefully make her way down the hall and into the kitchen as he finished changing Holly’s diaper. When he heard the fridge door open, he leaned in close to Holly and said, “Ok Little Carrots, say mama. Mammmma.”
Bonus Addendum
Well, it’s been fun folks. Please comment here and/or over on reddit (same username). For some insane reason, I’m actually contemplating a sequel and/or different stories set in the Zootopia universe, but it won’t be for some time because school finals are rapidly approaching. Thanks to everyone who left comments or caught errors!
Some jokes that didn’t make it into the story, but I feel I should share anyway:
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