Dear Readers,

I would like to thank all of you for the overwhelming support and awesome reviews! As you can see, this chapter is longer than the previous two combined. (how does he do it?) A few of you guys wanted me to slow down the pace of the story and really paint a picture. So, feast your eyes on these adjectives and adverbs! One small heads-up, my upload schedule is going to become more spread-out for the rest of the story (Wednesday/Sunday?)

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"Why didn't she tell us he was a fox!" griped Stu to Bonnie as she continued to polish the counters of their near-industrial-sized kitchen.

"Because obviously, Judy didn't think that it should matter to you," scolded Bonnie. "She is in love with him, and that is what matters. Not weather he's a… fox" Bonnie paused for a second to admire her work, and to convince herself that she was ok with the situation.

"Well it is important!" Huffed Stu, folding his arms across his denim overalls.

Bonnie turned on Stu with a murderous glare, which could strip the paint off a barn door. Stu straitened in shock, then wilted under his wife's gaze as he attempted to cover his tracks.

"I-I mean," Stumbled the aged rabbit. "It's important, be-because… he'll be too big for the beds. You know, being a fox and all…" Stu smiled weakly as his wife turned her attention away from glaring Stu into submission, to cleaning the counter tops.

"You and I both know you wouldn't let that boy sleep anywhere near Judy," hissed Bonnie at her husband of 25 years. "Rabbit or otherwise."

Stu opened his mouth to retort, but was silenced when Judy came skipping into the oversized kitchen with Nick in tow.

"Hi mom, hi dad!" Judy gave her mother a big hug and Stu a kiss on the cheek, while Nick found a seat on one of the empty stools in the kitchen. "I was just showing Nick the house, and introducing him to some of the siblings. Judy smiled expectantly at Nick.

"Oh!" Nick's ears perked up as he realized the conversation had turned to him. "Yes! You have an absolutely beautiful home Mrs. Hopps." Nick smiled at Bonnie, only half expecting his pleasantry to be returned.

"Why thank you, Mr. Wilde," chimed Judy's mom, smiling warmly at the fox and taking a break from her manual labor. "But please, call me Bonnie."

Nick turned a slightly more genuine smile on Stu. "You can call me Mr. Hopps," replied Stu, already guarding against Bonnies incoming swat to the arm.

"Oh Stu," said Bonnie, glaring disapprovingly at her husband. "Don't mind him; he's actually a big softie. Aren't you sweetie?"

"So tell me Mr. Wilde," Questioned Stu, focusing in on the nervous predator that sat wringing his paws in Stu's kitchen. "What does a fox do for a living in Zootopia?"

Nick straitened his tie in a failed attempt to appear cool under the pressure of the rabbit's gaze. "Well Mr. Hopps, I actually work at the ZPD with your daughter." Nick paused briefly to smile at Judy, who was entirely engrossed with the task of getting herself a glass of carrot juice from the industrial refrigerator.

"Wait!" chirped Bonnie, as her ears perking up in both excitement and realization. "You're that fox, the first ever fox police officer that Judy mentioned a few years back. And here I was thinkin' it was a coincidence that you were both named Nick. You should be very proud of yourself, Mr. Wilde."

Nick blushed a little at the compliment, "Why thank you Bonnie. But really, Judy's the big reason that ever happened." Nick turned once again to Judy, to see her drain the last of the carrot juice carton, crush it on her forehead, and throw it away, all the while still not paying attention to the conversation.

"So you've been a straight-shooter for two years," pried Stu. "What'd you do before you were a cop?"

Nicks heart skipped a beat as he looked to Judy for rescue. However, Judy was now preoccupied with guzzling an entire can of Carrot-Cola. Nicks ears pinned back in fear, as sweat began to form on his paw pads. "I… Uh…" Nick prayed for an excuse to run, hide, and die in the corner. "I… used…" Nick's prayer was answered, in the form of a small Paw tugging on the fur of his tail.

Nick looked down to see a little bunny holding a scribble-pad and pulling on his tail. "Mr. Wilwd," asked the young bunny. "Can I bo'ow your pen?"

Nick's heart melted as he lifted his pint-sized savior onto his knee. "Can you borrow my pen? Absolutely." Nick pulled a carrot shaped pen that Judy had given him from his shirt pocket, and gave it to the baby bunny (It's not the recorder Pen, chill out). "What's your name, you adorable little artist?" asked Nick to the bunny who began to scribble on his pad of paper with the pen.

"My name is Char-wee," mumbled the bunny, focusing on his drawing. "I'm gonna draw you!"

Nick chuckled and placed a paw over his heart as he watched the scribbling child on his knee. "I must say, I was pretty afraid that the bunnies were going to be afraid of me when I first showed up. But it seems…"

"Should they be afraid of you?" interrupted Stu, accusingly.

"Wha'?" said Nick in confusion, cocking his head to the side at the attack. "No, I just mean…"

"That for some mysterious reason," interrupted Stu again. "A bunch of little bunnies, might be instinctual afraid of you?"

Nick looked for Judy to save him, before Bonnie stepped in, Swatting her husband with a towel. "Stu! You mind yourself now. Please, Mr. Wild, tell us what you did before you were on the force"

Nick swallowed hard, and thanked the heavens as he was thrown out of the fire, back into the frying pan. "Well, Bonnie…" Nick's mind raced as he thought of the million and one "Jobs" he had worked in the past. "I used to be… a… small business owner. Yeah," Nick's ears perked up in accomplishment as he scanned the room for Judy's approval and help. However, Judy was till elbow-deep in the beverage department of the refrigerator.

"Really!" remarked Stu, impressed only a little. "What business?"

Nicks ears drooped again as his mind raced to answer the bunny in a convincing manner. "I… um…" Nick rubbed the back of his neck "I owned an… Ice-cream… ery?"

"A creamery?" questioned Stu, eyes lighting up with interest.

"Yes-sir," quipped Nick with a note of feigned confidence. "I made *hard swallow* ice cream…" Nick smiled sheepishly at Stu and Bonnie, now accepting the fact that Judy was not going to save him.

"Well how 'bout that Bon'" said Stu in excitement. "Say Nick, you ever make carrot ice cream before? Bonnie and I just love the stuff."

"Sure?"

"Fantastic!" boomed the excited rabbit clapping his paws together. "Tell you what; I've got an old ice cream turner in the shed! I'll dust it off, and you can make some for Bon' and I during the big celebration on Sunday!"

Judy's ears rocketed out of the refrigerator where her head was currently resting, at the sound of her father's excitement. Judy spun around to see Nick withering away under the interrogation of her father. Nick's guilty look told Judy that she was probably 5 minutes too late to the rescue. "Nick, can I talk to you for a second?" quipped Judy, closing the gigantic refrigerator.

"Absolutely dear" Nick replied while taking his pen back from the scribbling bunny and placing him back at the foot of the stool. Nick took the outstretched drawing from the Bunny's paw, before being violently drug out of the kitchen by Judy via his tie.

"Ice cream!?" shouted Judy at Nick as soon as they had made it back to her room on the 5th sub floor.

Nick looked about the small room, which was still decorated with all of Judy's old ZPD posters. Nick half hoped to see a boy-band poster, but was instead stared down by 10's of pictures of stern-looking police mammals. Judy plopped down at the foot of her bed, while Nick paced back and forth between Judy and the closed bedroom door.

"I panicked, okay?" retorted Nick "he had me backed into a corner, what was I supposed to tell him? *silly voice*'hello Mr. Hopps, I'm an ex-con-mammal, you don't mind if I marry your daughter, do you?'" Judy giggled as she watched Nick mime out the failed interaction with her father. "And how is it that I'm a half a head taller than your father, and he makes me feel short? And you!" Nick turned to point a Judy.

Judy's ears perked up as she placed a defensive paw on her chest and fought to contain her smile, "Moi?"

Nick poked her in the belly accusingly, eliciting a giggle from Judy "if you hadn't been so busy trying to drown Sahara Square with carrot juices, you could have stopped this whole thing from happening!" Nick stopped to catch his breath after his tirade

"I'm sorry Nicky," replied Judy in a soft, almost mocking tone. "You did a good job being civil with my father… Even if you are an idiot."

Nick gave Judy a half lidded glare as she fought to contain her giggle. "Here, since you were good, I've got a present for you!" Nicks ears perked up as Judy hopped off the edge of her adorably small bed. She then pushed Nick, sitting him on the end of the mattress and taking his place between the foot of the bed and the bedroom door.

Nick tilted his head in curiosity as Judy turned to face away from him. "So I found this little jem, the last time I went 'shopping,'" Judy continued as she pulled up the right side of her red and white polka-dot sundress to expose first the curvy gray contours of her leg and then finally the waistline of her panties. "And I think that you're going to love it." Judy Bit her lower lip in excitement as she watched Nick over her shoulder.

Nick focused in on the repeating pattern that adorned the waist band of Judy's undergarment. The tight lace hem had a repeating patter of what appeared to be a carrot with vibration lines coming off of it. Nick's view was interrupted as Judy released the right side of her dress, allowing it to return to its full length. Judy then turned around and offered Nick a small carrot-shaped remote that was roughly the size of a pen and sported a single green button on the top.

Nicks eyes widened as he put two-and-two together. Judy's ears rocketed towards Nick as she caught the sound of stretching fabric.

"Nick!" Judy feigned disgust in an attempt to hold back her laughter, as she punched the fox that sat in front of her in the shoulder. "I literally just heard you… Pitch a tent!" Judy's laughter broke the damn, and she was forced to cover her mouth to smother her cackling.

"I can't help it!" replied Nick shrugging defensively, and shifting nervously at the foot of Judy's bed. "I'm under a lot of pressure here, and at this point my body has been left to its own devices while the brain tries to finds a chair and a rope to hang its self with!"

Judy giggled at Nick's plight as she leaned in close to tuck the pen-shaped remote into Nick's shirt pocket next to the carrot-shaped pen that already lived there. "Well, at least we know you can perform under pressure," Judy cooed into Nicks left ear, while placing a single paw on Nicks thigh.

"Carrots," Nick whispered as his gaze lazily wandered from over Judy's shoulder to her puffy white tail. "You keep talking like that, and I'm gonna bust…" Nick's eyes trailed from Judy's adorable tail to the now open bedroom door before almost bulging out of his hear as they locked with the steely glare of Stu, "…a stitch"

"Oh yeah, big boy?" Judy continued with a sultrily tone into Nicks now pinned flat ear, as her paw made a slow pilgrimage northward.

Nick and Stu both cleared their throats at the same time, snapping Judy from her target. Judy spun on her heals to face her father as her ears pinned down behind her, turning a bright shade of red. Stu looked into the room with a deep grimace of disapproval, as Nick sprung off the foot of Judy's bed and attempted to pull down the front of his Hawaiian-button-down as far as it would stretch.

"We're going out to Dinner," grumbled Stu. "And Wilde, I'd better not catch you in here again."

"Yes-sir!" Nick instinctively saluted the rabbit, inadvertently allowing for his shirt to spring back up to its normal length.

Stu shook his head before turning and heading back down the hall towards the elevator that connected the sub-floors to the rest of the house. Judy gave a shameful exhale before turning to follow her father.

"Wait!" Nick pleaded, grabbing Judy's paw on her way out the room. "Can you talk to him about the whole ice-cream thing, please?"

Judy pulled Nick in by the tie and planted a heavy kiss on his snout before whispering in his ear; "I think you're up shit-creek on that one Nicky…" Judy gave Nick a smiling wink before turning to exit the room.

Nick reached up to his shirt pocket and gave the top of the pen-shaped remote a tap, causing Judy to let out a yip of surprised pleasure as her flustered ears shot strait up and she reflexively jumped into the air. Wheeling around, Judy glared at Nick, who shrugged and held his paws up in mock innocence.

Perhaps tonight's dinner wasn't going to be entirely unbearable, Nick thought to himself.

Oh hot-diggity!

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