"Give it!"

"Carrots!"

"Give me the phone, Nick!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Oh, I am going to kill you!"

"That's a phrase, not a word–oof!"

Nick doubled over from the pain that Judy's knee to the groin had just caused. His gasp, followed by his painful whimpering, reverberated off the walls. Triumphantly, Judy swooped down like a hawk and snatched her cellphone from Nick's paw as he loosened his grip on the device. Ignoring a muttering Nick, who was using "evil" and "violent little rodent," as well as several other colorful words and phrases, Judy unlocked her phone and dialed the most recent number in her call log. The phone rang twice.

"Hi, Sarah?" Judy answered with a sickly-sweet voice and a large grin to match. "I was just calling to confirm about our meeting later this afternoon… Yes, sounds good… Two o'clock, yes… We're just thinking of discussing the general outline. Maybe decide on a venue among other things… Sounds great… Thank you… uh-huh… Bye."

Ending the call, Judy turned back to a fox who was on the floor pretending to gag and make a scene. Unable to succeed in keeping Judy from making the phone call, as well as taking a severe beating in the process, Nick easily ventured into over exaggeration and childishness.

"Are you done?" Judy asked, her voice practically dripping with venom.

"That depends," Nick smirked. "Are you going to win a Grammy for that act you just put on over the phone?"

"Well, with my only acting competition being you," Judy laughed. "I'd say 'yes.'"

"That was cold-hearted, Rabbit."

"Oh, quit patronizing me! I'm just trying to be nice. She's our wedding planner, after all. That otter is basically running our whole wedding – making it happen! Don't you think she deserves a little kindness?"

"I think the hundreds of dollars we're paying her and the several more hundreds of dollars she'll convince us to spend is enough 'kindness,' don't ya think?"

The look Nick received was clear evidence that the two did, in fact, not share the same idea. After several seconds of silence, Judy bit back once more.

"Look, we haven't exactly done things the right way, so I want to make sure that this is different."

Nick pulled himself off the polished lobby floor of the ZPD. He rubbed his chest slightly, as he was still sore from where Judy's tranquilizer dart had pierced him the day before, leaving nothing but sore muscle behind in its entrance and removal. The two stood near the door that led to the department's offices, which was just a few feet away from the bathrooms, as well as the women's and men's locker rooms. Judy had stepped out of the offices to call their wedding planner to ensure their plans for the afternoon remained intact. Having talked with their wedding planner previously to arrange a rough outline of their ideas and thoughts, the couple had yet to truly sit down and have a proper meeting with their planner, Sarah, an otter who was rumored to be one of (if not the best) wedding planners in Zootopia. Nick, not wanting to meet with their wedding planner and much rather preferring an afternoon home alone with Judy, had followed the rabbit and intercepted the call easily.

Judy's wedding plans were nothing short of extravagant. She wanted a dress that fit her figure perfectly, while also billowing around her, with a little bit of lace and silver trim here and there. She wanted a big event with all of her and Nick's friends and family there. She wanted food that was so pleasing to the eyes and taste buds that people would be reminiscing over it for days after. She wanted Nick in a black tuxedo that featured a silver tie. She wanted her sons to match Nick and her daughter to match her. She wanted a cake that was big enough to feed everyone and was also unique for her wedding. She wanted only the best kind of music, the best kind of dancing, the best kind of champagne – the best kind of everything. Nick… well, he just wanted to get married.

"'Haven't done things the right way?'" Nick repeated back as a question, his eyes and tone showing some clear emotions.

Judy quickly attempted to refrain.

"I'm just saying – well, you know!"

"I don't think I do."

"It's just that we kinda did things out of order," Judy shrugged. "We moved in before we were even a couple, had kids before we got married, bought a house and basically started living before we were even ready. Oh, and don't even get me started on the whole interspecies relationship aspect of this! Old Mrs. Boer down the street still glares at us every time we play with the kids in the yard! I swear, that goat would drown me for marrying a predator if she had the chance."

Nick rolled his eyes with a small smirk at his wife's exasperated paw movements which accompanied her story.

"Yes, we all know she's a bit discriminatory – it's nothing we haven't seen before. Let's go back to the doing 'things out of order' conversation, shall we?"

"Well… what about it?" Judy sighed.

"What do you mean 'what about it?" – you're the one who brought it up! You just listed our whole life together as if it were all wrong."

"Oh, Nick, that's not what I meant," Judy said. 'I'm just saying that we didn't do things in the most conventional way."

"And that's a problem why? We aren't really known for doing things the conventional way, Carrots." Nick said with a slightly puzzled, slightly annoyed look.

A playful conversation had quickly taken a steeper turn toward a much more serious topic.

"Oh, Nick, it isn't a problem! I just want to do this whole wedding thing right. If that means we need a wedding planner, then we need a wedding planner."

At this, Nick rolled his eyes once again and rested his paws on his waist.

"We finally find a babysitter for the kids and we spend our free time with a wedding planner. Great," he remarked bitterly.

This time, it was Judy who rolled her eyes.

"Chief Bogo doesn't count as a babysitter, Nick!" she shot back, exasperated. "He's only doing this for a few days while we look for a real babysitter, and we are not going to waste his time and patience by going home and messing around rather than getting things done!"

"Messing around is fun, though," Nick whined.

"We can mess around after we're married."

"Yes, because our four children aren't proof enough that marriage clearly hasn't dictated our se–"

"Nick!"

"Okay, okay," Nick submitted with his paws up in defense. "Sheesh, Rabbit. Animals are gonna start thinking you're my mom with the way you're always lecturing me."

"I couldn't live up to Mrs. Wilde's reputation," Judy chuckled as she and Nick began making their way back to the offices.

Nick strode ahead of her and opened the door as he smirked.

"Unfortunately, I think you already have."

The look he received wasn't exactly one of love.