Hello! Never thought that I would be writing another fanfic anytime soon. But here we are. This story, and the stories' which follow it will all be slice of life, little stories or adventures that take place in the same universe as my fanfic called His Edith and her Arthur. Most if not all of the same character which showed up on there will be in here. There will be major spoilers for my story as well. So go and read His Edith and her Arthur if you don't want to spoiled or confused. (Or don't. I'm not your boss. You do you.)
Also, not all of theses stories will take place around the same time. Some may take place before the main story begins, some, like this one, might take place during the six month gap between chapters 18 and 19, and same may take place after the main story had wrapped up. It all depends.
Anyway, I think that wraps up everything I needed to say. So I hope you enjoy this and have a great rest of your night or day wherever you are.
Casting worried eyes on Nick, Judy munched on her salad as the red fox let his head slam into the table. Nick's stomach roared as Johnson the lion grinned from ear to ear while he ate, giggled, and held his phone in his paw.
Nick groaned, "Someone please kill me."
Johnson stopped short in his laughing. "What's wrong with you, Wilde?"
Nick pointed at Judy as if to say "Please tell him. Don't have the energy."
"He forgot his lunch at home," Judy said, "And he skipped breakfast today."
Johnson, for the first time since he had joined Nick and Judy for lunch, put aside his phone. The lion rested his massive arm on the table, and the plastic thing groaned under his muscle. "So what?" Johnson said as he lazily plucked a piece of sushi with his claw. He flung it into his mouth and the fish vanished when his fangs snapped shut. "If you're that hungry Wilde, just go out and buy something to eat. We've got time before our break is over."
Nick whined like a dying fox. "Girlfriend…coming….with…food. Can't…make it. Carrots, tell my family I—" Nick overdramatically stretched out a shaking paw to Judy. It dropped. Eyes closed; Nick let his head fall. His breath had slowed to pace somewhere between wakeful rest and peaceful sleep.
Judy giggled, patted his paw, and went back to her salad.
Johnson's eyes had gone wide. "Wait. You've got a girlfriend, Wilde?"
"Dead foxes can't hear." Said the talking dead fox.
The corners of a lion's smug smile almost touched the lion's golden mane. "Well, whoever she is, I'm sure that she's not as hot as my new girlfriend."
Those words revied Nick. He sat up. His smoldering eyes begged Johnson to go, and Johnson pounced on this friendly chance. He pulled out his phone, scrolled through it, and showed Nick and Judy a photo a lioness dressed in a one piece black swimsuit. The lioness had a fierce figure, a soft face, and her arm wrapped around Johnson's waist in the picture, with Johnson himself smiling like a lion who had won the lottery.
"Yeah," Johnson said once he had let Nick and Judy look long enough. The lion closed his eyes and he leaned back in his chair; great giant paws folded behind his head. "We just started dating, but I can already say that I've got the beautiful woman in the city at my side."
"Third."
Johnson cracked open an eye. "What?"
"Third." Nick repeated. "You've got the third beautiful woman in the city at your side."
A playful growl rumbled in Johnson's throat. "Who's the first and second?"
"The first is my girlfriend. The close second, and I do mean close second, is my mom. So I and my dad beat you there." Nick crossed his arms, his classic Wilde smile shining like the Sun.
Johnson sneered. "Prove it, Wilde."
"Give me a second." Nick hopped out of his chair, jogged away, turned into his and Judy's shared little grey cubical, and came back with a photo frame in his paws. He set it up before Johnson. Judy leaned up from her seat and a little onto the table to grab a glance.
Mrs. Wilde had eyes as green as new spring leaves, and a smile bright as the red blooming rose. Grey sprinkled her velvety black coat. She had her arms wrapped around her husband and even as she and her husband wore clothes no greater than any other common mammal, their smiles humbled the worth of all silver and gold.
Johnson pouted. "Okay." He grumbled, "Your mom is pretty, I guess. But, what about this girlfriend of yours?"
"Give me a second. I've got a bunch of pictures of her on my phone." Nick's claw flew across his keyboard and pictures reflected in his eyes. He swiped. "Nope." He swiped again. "She'd kill me if I showed you that." His claws moved faster and faster passing three photos every second. "Nope. No way. Hehe, that's funny but nope. Darn it. It doesn't like I have any pictures I can show you, Johnson. All pictures I've got of her I cute but also embarrassing."
"How are they cute but embarrassing?" Asked Judy, throwing her salad bowl away.
Nick counted on his paws. "Some of them are pictures of Kathleen I took while she was sleeping while she's drooling."
Johnson shuddered. "How is drooling cute?"
Nick shrugged. "I don't know. It's like Kathleen's got this strange superpower where almost anything she touches or does becomes a billion times cuter than it should be. Like, when she's eating yogurt and gets some of it on her face, or when she is reading a book that she really likes I just look at her and think cute."
"Aww." Judy cooed. "That's sweet. You really love her don't you?"
Nick rolled his eyes. "Love Kathleen? The vixen who's been my best friend almost all my life and was my first…well my first everything when I stop to think about it. Me? Love her? Carrots, I think you've lost your little mind."
Judy grinned. "Sure thing, Nick. Sure thing."
Nick smiled at his favorite rabbit and turned to Johnson. "But sorry, Johnson. I'll make sure to take a picture of her that I can show you next time."
A heavy chuckle rolled across the table. Johnson swallowed another piece of fish. "Right, Wilde. I find it awfully convenient you don't have a good picture of this girlfriend of yours. Maybe she doesn't even exist."
"She does," Judy said. "I had tea with her. Oh, wait a second. You've seen proof that she exists already, Johnson. Remember that little red and white fox you and Mchorn found a little more than half a year? That was Nick's and Kathleen's son."
"Oh, yeah." Nick said, "I never got thank you for that, Johnson. Kathleen and I owe you a lot."
Johnson's replay had died on his lips. His jaw had fallen. His eyes seemed prepared to pop out of his head as over half of the officers behind him had all arisen to their feet. Everyone had frozen. Wolford had a fork aimed at his mouth, but his amazement kept him from eating. Fangmeyer let his mouth hang stupidly open. Even Clawhauser, so enthralled by his wonder, let a donut slip free from his chubby fingers and roll around the floor, gathering dust and dirt.
Nick and Judy glanced at each other.
"What's wrong with them?" Nick whispered. "Are they broken?"
"I haven't the faintest idea, beloved." Said a magically soothing voice from behind Nick, "However, I know that their stares are unnerving."
Nick grinned before he even turned around.
The arctic fox had a white coat pure and bright as ice shining upon the Moon. A black sports bra left her toned and slender midriff. She stood on her tip tops. Her muscles shifted under her strawberry red yoga pants, and a soft kiss graced Nick's nose. "Here is your lunch," Kathleen set a brown paper bag on the table. "But please try and to remember to make something for yourself. I can't keep interrupting Zelda's dancing lesson because you forgot to make a sandwich."
Nick hopped out of his chair, paws on his hips, "Oh you really? You say that. but you could've had Jack or Nathan drop it off, but you came here yourself. Come on, Kat. Admit it you. You just wanted to see your favorite fox in uniform." Nick grinned, his pearly teeth shining.
Kathleen's glowing pink cheeks proved him right, yet Kathleen looked around confused. "Odd. You said my favorite fox is uniform, but our son is nowhere to be seen."
"Oh ha. Really funny, my love. Why don't you go back to your dancing?" Nick said with the happiest smile on his face. His teasing tone told everyone he had less nothing than the highest love and respect for the vixen before him.
With a wagging tail, Kathleen stomped her foot. She huffed, crossed her arms, and turned away from Nick. "Very well. If that will make your content."
"It will."
"Marvelous."
"Great."
Kathleen peeked at Nick out of the corner of her eye, and his smile and gentle gaze let lovely laughter flutter from her lips. He giggled in kind and their joy echoed and brought warmth to the coldest corner of the darkest cells in the station.
She kissed him anew. "I will see you later, my love."
"Right back to you, dear." He kissed her paw, and Kathleen glided out of the front door, her face pinker than a cherry blossom.
Nick took his seat again and rummaged through his paper bag. "Sweet! I got a slice of pie!" He munched away happy as could be, blueberry juice falling down his chin.
"Why did you kiss her paw?" Judy asked.
"Her blush is cute, and kissing her paw in public makes her blush seven times out ten."
Judy snickered. "Seven times out of ten? Do you have a make Kathleen blush list written down at home?"
Nick gasped. "Carrots, I'm hurt that you would even think that. I don't have the list at home. I memorized it years ago. But any who, Johnson, do you still think you've got the most beautiful woman in the city?"
Johnson closed his mouth and grumbled. "Just shut your pie hole, Wilde."
"Never." Nick raised his plastic fork like a hero rising his sword. The pie slice didn't last half a minute.