Judy sorely wished there was something more she could do to help Nick, the poor fox having been slumped over the toilet since Reggie had brought them to their new suite. It wasn't much different from the one Nick had booked for them, aside from a fully stocked mini bar and larger balcony. She sat next to him on a step stool she'd found under the vanity, rubbing his back, placing light, soothing kisses to what she could reach of his face.

"At least I brought extra toothbrushes, right?" she tried to joke, wincing when he dry heaved again. He'd always teased her about the habit, but had still admitted there were times it came in handy, like on the numerous occasions he'd forgotten his during their weekend trips together, both before and after their marriage. She moved the stool, climbing up to grab one of the paper cups by the sink, tearing off the plastic wrapping and filling it with cold water. Nick pushed back from the toilet, falling against the side of the large spa tub, his eyes bloodshot and watering from his fit. The last time she'd seen him this bad had been during the Mistress Murders, when he'd skipped sleep and meals in his burning desire to capture the killer.

"I'm so sorry about this, Judy," he managed, still breathing somewhat heavily. He took the cup when she offered it, swishing half at a time around in his mouth before spitting into the porcelain bowl. "A-All I wanted to do was give you a break from everything, to spoil you like you deserve to be, but…"

He trailed off, shaking his head, the cup dropping to the floor as his grip went slack. She picked it up and filled it again, setting it next to him.

"There's no way you could've known about Emily, Nick," she said, touching his cheek. "Even you're not that good."

She hugged his head, kissing the bridge of his muzzle.

"And other than her, this trip's been perfect, because I'm spending it with the love of my life," she marked him vigorously, feeling the light breeze of his tail as it started wagging. He marked her back, nuzzling her neck.

"I love you, too, Judy," he said softly, voice thick with emotion. "But I still want to make it up to you, and you know you won't be able to stop me."

She giggled, kissing his muzzle again.

"I know, but right now I'm only concerned about you," she smoothed the fur between his ears. "Hopefully we have something that can help with this, just shout if you need me."

He nodded, reaching for the cup as she headed for the bedroom, the gentle, comforting smile on her face fading the second her back was turned. She stormed to her suitcase and tore open the hidden pocket, snatching her phone, nearly cracking the screen as she jabbed in the passcode. There were still four days left in the cruise, but she didn't want to waste one more second.

'I want a squad car waiting when our ship comes in,' she texted Tony, skipping the niceties. It didn't surprise her when he responded just a few seconds later, he was about as addicted to his phone as Ben had been to junk food.

'I can make that happen,' he answered, another one soon popping up. 'What's the trouble?'

'A passenger,' she tapped out, feeling herself marginally start calming as she took out her frustration on her keyboard. 'She stole our extra key, broke into our suite and has harassed Nick multiple times, he's been sick since we caught her fucking herself on one of his shirts!'

She jammed her phone in her pocket, knowing even Bogo would've needed some time to digest all of that, and went for Nick's suitcase, grabbing the extra toothbrush she'd stuck in his travel bag. As Reggie had promised, their clothes were being thoroughly cleaned, thought she was honestly surprised Emily hadn't torn any of hers to shreds.

She probably didn't even notice my stuff…

It wouldn't have surprised her at all if that were the case. Emily reminded her a lot of her family: so obsessed with achieving one thing, not caring at all who she had to walk on or hurt in order to get it, complete disregard for what mammals said if they didn't agree with her. The fact she could even make that comparison made sadness pool in her gut, cooling the last of her anger as she thought about everything else her family had put her through, just to see her married to a buck, trapped in a life she wanted nothing to do with.

I thought I was ready to forgive them, tears rose in her eyes as she looked for the anti-nausea pills, and she swiped them quickly away. She'd tossed in the bottle as an afterthought, just in case one of them happened to get seasick, or if she'd gone through with her plan. She tossed the things on the bed and got to her feet, heading to the mirror bolted securely to the wall. Lifting her shirt, she ran a paw down her well-toned abs, remembering how it had taken more work to come back from each pregnancy, and how her body still wasn't where she wanted it to be. When she'd first started the job, that would have driven her insane, she'd taken so much pride in her physique she was amazed no one had called her vain. It had just gotten worse once she'd been stuck with Darwin, as she'd taken just about every excuse to hit the gym that she could, though it had been more about trying to keep her head clear than anything else.

Now though? She still pushed herself as hard as she could, and made sure Nick did the same, but it had been years since she'd let it be her main focus outside of work, when she'd finally opened her eyes to just how much of the world she was missing out on. And she knew just who she had to thank for it: a silver-tongued fox with a loving heart and a warm smile, and she'd never forget how lucky she was to have him in her life. She fixed her shirt, grabbing the stuff from the bed before heading back to the bathroom. It seemed Nick had finally finished vomiting, standing over the sink as he kept refilling the cup she'd left for him, rinsing his mouth out repeatedly.

"I knew it'd be a good idea to bring these," she set the pills and toothbrush on the vanity, returning his weak smile with a soft one of her own. She looked him over, taking in his tired expression and mussed fur, then glanced at the spa tub, complete with jets. "But you can forget about spoiling me for now, because tonight, it's your turn."

She went to the tub and turned on the water, drying her paw on one of the towels hanging over the toilet. She'd been so deep in her own head that she'd never heard him flush it.

"I'm going to do whatever you ask me to tonight," she went on. "While you take a nice long soak and try to unwind from all this, it's the least you deserve."

He just looked at her, then sighed, reaching up to unbutton his wrinkled shirt.

"Can't say that wouldn't be welcome right now," he let it drop to the floor, then slumped against the vanity. "I'm still…trying to wrap my head around it, I-I just…"

He trailed off, shoving out a breath as he ran his paws down his face.

"Even after everything we've been through, you'd think I'd be used to crazy shit happening, but…"

He held his paws in the air, then shrugged, letting them drop to his sides. Judy couldn't stop the guilt that bit at her then, knowing more than half of what they'd been through had been because of her, even if most of it had been inadvertent. She turned off the water and went over to him, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and bury herself in his fur, but she stopped herself. Trying to sooth him through his fit had been one thing, but she wasn't sure how comfortable he'd be with more contact, after what they'd just dealt with.

"I'll just…go order some tea or something," she blurted instead, hating herself as she turned her back to him. He'd basically just been sexually assaulted, and all she could think about was how good he still looked shirtless, how much she wanted to cuddle with him. "I don't think either of us could really eat right now…"

She took off before he could say anything, forcing back the tears as she picked up the phone, room service being another perk that came with their upgraded suite. She asked for a pot of green tea and two bowls of vegetable soup, just in case one of them decided to try eating later. Nick was already in the tub when she got back to the bathroom, reclining against the sloped side, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I never actually thought about how much we've been through," he said at last, his gaze flicking to her. "First the missing mammals, then Bellweather, then Tybalt, Josh and Darwin," he ran a wet paw between his ears. "Then Alice, and now Emily, all while we've dealt with our own pasts, and also your family."

She cringed, knowing it was true. The cultish rules and traditions she'd spent her life running from had come so close to tearing them apart, before they'd even realized they'd wanted to be together, and as much as part of her wanted to, she knew she'd never be able to forgive her family for it. His own history had come back to bite them several times as well: old associates coming out of the woodwork to try and get him back on the streets. Various gang members determined to take him out to solidify their own places, the few times Mr. Big had called in old favors. She shivered, still unable to think too long about the mammals who hadn't been lucky enough to end up in prison. There was a reason Nick Wilde had survived twenty years on the streets, and she thanked god every day that he'd decided to wear a badge.

"Most couples would've broken up long ago," he went on, pulling her from her thoughts. "Whether they'd become mates or not."

"I know," she walked closer, sitting by the edge of the tub, tracing a claw through the water. She chuckled weakly. "But we're either too crazy or too stubborn to do that."

"I'd say it's a bit of both," he turned slightly, putting a paw on her cheek. "But it's also because I know there's no one out there as perfect for me as you are, Judy, and no matter what happens, I'll never stop loving you."

She couldn't stop the tears this time, not caring that he was soaked when she threw her arms around him, an action he was quick to return.

"I'd never be able to stop loving you, Nick," she nuzzled his cheek, then sniffled. "But I don't think I'll ever stop feeling guilty for what I put you through, either…"

He sighed, pulling away just enough to rub his nose against hers.

"I forgave you for all that a long time ago, Judy," he said quietly. "And I know it must be hard, but you need to forgive yourself, I think it's part of why you can't let yourself relax."

She looked at him, she couldn't believe she'd never thought of it that way before. The friends she'd betrayed because the law had been more important, the family she'd almost torn in two because she'd dared to defend someone whom they'd thought hadn't been worth it, everything that had happened since that badge had first been pinned to her chest. It all made perfect sense.

"You're right, Nick," she wasn't afraid to admit it, not anymore. "But…I don't even know how I'm supposed to start forgiving myself…"

He shrugged, tracing a tender claw along her cheek, tilting her head back so she faced him.

"I'm afraid no one can tell you how to do that, sweetheart," he said, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips. "But I'm sure you'll figure it out, you always do."

He nuzzled her nose again, then looked down at her shirt.

"Now, since you seem to have gotten yourself soaked, how about you join me in here?" he held out his arm, his ring catching the overhead lights. "Plenty of room for two in here."

She managed a giggle, striping down and sliding in next to him. The warmth of the water, combined with the weight of his paws as they settled on her shoulders, was absolute heaven.

"Mmm, we really needed this," she settled against him, her tail twitching when he started rubbing the tension from her body. "Nick, I'm supposed to be the one doing that."

"You can have your chance later," he said jokingly, not stopping his massage. She sighed, knowing it was just as relaxing for him as it was for her.

"Still, when you list it all out like that," she went back to their earlier topic. "It sounds way longer than ten years."

"I know," he chuckled. "You're older than I was when we met, Fluff. Hard to believe, huh?"

She gave the slightest nod, too content to move.

"I actually hadn't noticed," she pressed closer to him, sighing again when his arms wrapped around her. "But how about we stop thinking about the past for now? I want to focus on the future."

His embrace tightened, and he kissed the top of her head.

"So do I, Fluff," he whispered into her fur. "So do I."