Judy carried her grocery bags in one paw, with the mail in the other. Pushing the front door open the smell of food greeted her, along with the sounds of Nick cooking up another masterpiece of a meal.
"Welcome home, Carrots! Did you get the salad stuff?"
"Yeah," she answered a bit distantly. "Nick?" He poked his head out. "You have a letter from the First Investment Bank of Zootopia."
His eyes widened and he rushed to her. Taking the mail and a bag, she watched as he set everything down before tearing open the letter.
"Nick, what-"
"I invested some money," he explained with a grin, holding the paper out to her, "into our future." Her jaw dropped at the sum. "We never have to worry about our future, Carrots."
"We can do anything we want," she said, looking up at him with joy. He beamed back.
"Be anyone we want."
"I just want to be with you, Nick." He put a paw on her cheek and kissed her lips.
"And that's the only future I'll fight tooth and claw for."