The evening was young around the city, and Judy was spending the rest of the evening sitting in her armchair, gazing through the nearby window. Although the night was a wonderful one, she and her companion didn't have any plans to go anywhere. Instead, she was completely happy just relaxing at home, additionally enjoying a warm and refreshing cup of freshly-brewed tea.

Her fox was located not too far away from she was sitting; the vulpine currently looking outside from the porch. He came in a few moments later, making his way back inside to join his bunny. Another one of his signature Pawaiian shirts was standing out with a strange amount of brightness against the fur of his, which was now beginning to fade from his once-bright russet tint. While the evidence of his age was quite visual, it never stopped him staying youthful on the inside. Even if it meant that he was in complete denial that he now was getting tints of gray in his fur.

Turning her head over to the left of her, Judy glimpsed over to a neatly-organized bookshelf that stood in the living room. From the shelf in the right corner, she pulled out a book a wide and thick in appearance. She made her way over to the couch and rested with the book in her lap, getting a nice and good look at its cover. The front was dark brown in color and had a happy photo of her and Nick together.

Underneath the little square that contained their photo were golden yellow letters that spelled out "Memories" in cursive writing. While it was one thing to easily look at a picture and feel the nostalgia, it was an entirely different thing to look at in a beautifully-decorated page. In Judy's head, the memories were just so much nicer when viewed in the form of a scrapbook.

For a brief moment, she studied the picture on the front cover. It was a very simplistic photo of the two of them, the lush sights of the Rainforest District behind them. Looking at it, Judy couldn't do anything else but smile. That particular photo, based on both of their youthful appearances, had been taken of them a considerably long time ago.

Letting out a small chuckle, the doe gently opened up the large scrapbook and started to look at the memories that were kept inside of it. The first few pages of the book consisted of photos similar to the one that was on the front, depicting Judy and her fox in several different places. When she reached the fourth page, however, the pictures started to feature another mammal.

Judy looked at a particular photo, no longer capable of containing a straight face at the undeniably adorable shot. The picture showed a widely smiling Nick, looking down at what was swaddled beside him. A tiny russet paw appeared to be wrapped around his one finger. The paw belonged to none other than their beloved kit. The picture on the succeeding page seemed to skip to his first birthday party; in the shot, the little one, grinning widely, had his smash cake all over his muzzle and his paws.

Flipping the page, Judy looked at how their kit had grown up in size in the pictures. The next one showed one of his first times that he was celebrating the holidays, a Santa Claws hat playfully on his head as he stood by a fully-decorated tree. The words "Family Christmas" were scribbled on the paper that the pictures were placed upon.

Three other pictures had the kit taking center spotlight. The first showed the young mammal standing next to a garden box growing a variety of colorful flowers in the springtime, a wide smile on the little one's muzzle. The second one showed him on a sunny beach in the Canal District. In that particular photograph, he appeared to be a little bit older than in the previous ones. He was in the process of constructing a sandcastle, and in the shot Judy was holding a plastic shovel as she assisted him. The third one on the page was, once again, primarily focused upon their child, who wore silly, jocund grin as he played in a large pile of autumn leaves.

Another page was turned showing another one of the kit's birthday parties. It had been a Pawaiian-themed party, and some of the minor decorations surrounding the kit in the photo were either aqua blue or reminiscent of an island. Officer Clawhauser, Wolfard, and some of the other recognizable members of the ZPD could be seen faintly in the background.

The next sheet had the words "Like Father, Like Son" printed on the top of it. Taking up a good bit of the page was Nick and the kit, both of them dressed in nearly-identical shirts and ties. On the right of it was two photographs, one of them taken from Halloween one year with little one was posing in his cute superhero outfit. The other shot depicted him making a batch of sugar cookies for yet another holiday season, flour appeared to be dusted across some of the countertops as well as his apron that was drooped over him.

Continuing to reminisce, Judy kept flicking through the myriad of pictures that she was holding in front of her. As she progressed through the rest of the book, the doe saw that the kit being photographed gradually started to grow taller and taller, up until he was fully grown up.

She was reaching the final pages when her phone vibrated to the right of her. Speaking of, Judy thought.

The screen was lit up with a text, one that was from none other than her son. She picked up her phone and looked at the message thst had been sent to her.

The message read, Had a surprise to give you. Let me know when you get it, okay?

The doe clicked her phone off after looking at the message for a little bit of time. He has a surprise to give me? she asked to herself, unsure of what to think.

Not even a minute later, a friendly knock was placed against their front door, making the bunny's ears perk up. Judy hopped up off of her cozy chair and slowly strolled over to the door, unlocking it and seeing who it was that was waiting on the other side of it.

"Surprise," an ever-so-familiar voice remarked.

The leporine looked up at who was at her doorstep, the most ebullient expression radiating off of her muzzle upon seeing who it was. Walking right up to her son, who was now a grown mammal who carried on the legacy of his parents working on the police force, Judy gave him one of the largest hugs. No matter how old her son was getting or how much taller he started to grow, her motherly love for him would remain unconditional.

Judy lead him into the house, gesturing for him to take a seat beside his father on the couch. From there, the old doe grabbed the brown scrapbook she was looking through from her chair, carrying it over and plopping down the other available couch cushion.

The doe flicked through the large pages again, searching for the one that she was just looking at before she stopped. When she got to where she wanted to be within the book of precious memories, Judy tapped her son's shoulders. When his attention was fixated her direction, she pointed to various pictures and started to tell him about the moments in time that were associated with each of them.

With smiles, laughter, and grand memories currently being shared, the doe honestly couldn't have asked for a better way to enjoy her evening.

Author's Note: Hey there! First off, as usual, thank you SO much to every single one of you who have been keeping up with all of these snippets of mine. It means a lot to know y'all are reading and enjoying them! I've had a lot of fun coming with these silly little stories about everyone's favorite fox and bunny pairing. :)

Secondly, this chapter is my fortieth one on here. Woot woot! Here's to another forty more in the future! :D

This was, for a fun fact, originally written out with the intention of being a Mother's Day thing, but I later changed it up to be fitting for anytime after undergoing a handful of rewrites.

Hope that I did a good job on this one and that it managed to put a smile on your face. As always, let me know what you guys think. Your feedback, good and bad, is gladly appreciated.

'Til next time! :)