A/N:
One of you decided to give me a severe attack of the feels. I'm not naming names (GhostWolf88), but because of them I've had this stuck in my head since I posted the original. You'll be pleased to know, I got all misty-eyed writing this. My dignity may never recover. Anywho... Enjoy the ride and please review if you are so inclined. Please, keep an eye out for the next one-shot from me and, above all else, keep reading, writing and enjoying!
It was that day: The Day. The day that had repeatedly meant so much to them. How one day could come to mean so much was beyond her, but she wasn't about to get caught up in the details. Fourteen years ago, they'd met under the most absurd of circumstances. Nine years as friends, eight as partners, passed in the blink of an eye.
Then, it wasn't friends.
On this day five years ago, they went for ice cream as more than friends and it had snowballed. Four years ago, he'd proposed. Three, was the wedding. Two was when the honeymoon finally ended with their first fight. It was over the most idiotic thing imaginable. In truth, she couldn't even remember what it was. It didn't matter either. That was the day they stopped questioning if it was a dream. Reality sank in, but in the best of ways. That was when the joy really came home to roost.
Even last year, this day was special. It was Nick's first steps without assistance since the accident. Now, Nick was back at work with her and they had their fourteenth, fifth, and fourth anniversaries to celebrate, as well as Recovery Day.
She couldn't help but consider herself lucky.
Her husband wasn't perfection incarnate, but he was perfect for her. She was endlessly grateful they'd been friends for so long before anything else. If she was honest, they still were friends first. The rest just built on that foundation. Trust and support, caring and commiseration, honesty and respect; the basis of any friendship and the cornerstone of their lives together. Even at the worst, they each knew the other would be there for them. She was lucky; so lucky to have married the one mammal she trusted more than anyone.
A giggle escaped her as she waited. She'd gotten out of work an hour ahead of him and raced home to prepare. Candle light, their favorite takeout, a bottle of schnapps for nostalgia's sake; all it needed to be complete was him.
She heard his paws on the concrete walkway to their house, before anything else. A jangle of keys, the door creaking open. She heard his chuckle as he padded down the hall.
"Hey, Carrots."
"Hey, Slick."
"Looks like you beat me to it."
"I tend to."
His eyes rolled over her, taking her in. "So, what's on your mind, Honey Bunny?"
Normally she'd quip back and they'd play, but tonight was special. "I heard from the doctor this afternoon."
"And?" His voice was a whisper, hope in every sound.
All she could do was grin and nod. He scooped her off her feet into a hug laced with tears and laughter.
"Time to start picking names, Nick. We've got three to decide on."
"Tomorrow, Judy. Tonight is for us."
