A/N: This is my first ever Zootopia Fanfiction. I loved the movie since it came out, and I decided to give Zootopia fanfiction a go! I hope you all like what I have to share with you and let's get into it! Thank you, and enjoy! Credit goes to n09142 on Deviantart for the cover image! And I'd also like to give credit to my wonderful beta reader and editor, AtlasWolfActual!

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney or Zootopia or it's characters, and I respect the copyrights.

Without further ado, let's begin!

With Fur There Is Love

Chapter 1: Cleaning The House

It was a bright and sunny day in the city of Zootopia. Nine months had passed since Dawn Bellwether was put away, the city was growing much more peacefully as prey and predator got along with each other once more. Nick Piberius Wilde had completed his ZPD academy training, and earned his ZPD badge. The former con-animal gained a lot of fame and recognition for saving the city from a genocide of predators, alongside with Judy Laverne Hopps. The optimistic rabbit had helped Nick through his entire police training, getting him used to daily calls, making arrests, and patrolling. Nick didn't like patrolling by himself, but when he was with Judy, it made him a lot better.

As the clock read 12 PM, Nick and Judy were finished with an early morning patrol shift, and exited out of the doors of the Zootopia Police Department. A whole afternoon of relaxation was needed for both officers.

"That was an exciting shift," Nick commented, fixing his tie as Judy nudged him in the shoulder.

"It was, those three wolves were quite fast, but you got them taken down!" she said enthusiastically, winking at Nick, who chuckled.

"Yea, they sure tested my energy," he smirked. "I'm kind of hungry, you want to go for some lunch?" Nick asked, pointing at a food vendor down the sidewalk. Judy looked and saw it. It was a fruit smoothie vendor, selling fruit smoothies, and sandwiches.

"Sure, Nick, let's go," she answered, the two walking up to the vendor. The vendor was a male otter.

"Hello, there, Nick and Judy!" the otter greeted them with a salute. "What could I get you two today?" he then said, pulling out a flip notebook and a pen. Nick and Judy studied the menu for a couple seconds.

"I'll take a blueberry smoothie with the triple meat sandwich," Nick said, pulling out his wallet.

"And I'll take the falafel sandwich with the blueberry smoothie as well," Judy said, reaching into her pockets to pull out her wallet, but Nick stopped her.

"No, I'll pay for it," Nick smiled and pulled out a 10 dollar bill. Judy smiled and put her wallet back in her pockets.

"Thank you, Nick," she answered as Nick eyed her before handing the otter the 10 dollars. Within a few minutes, their food was ready, and the otter brought out their meal. He found them in a small pavilion nearby.

"Have a good day, you two!" the otter exclaimed as Nick waved in return. Finding a small table, they sat across from each other.

"So how are you doing today?" Judy asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich. Nick sipped from his blueberry smoothie.

"I'm doing good, I heard that there's a party at 2 PM to celebrate another crime boss going down?" the fox asked as Judy nodded.

"Yes, there is! Ben and Chief Bogo are hosting it at the office, you going?" she asked, drinking her blueberry smoothie. Nick sighed, eating more of his sandwich. "What's wrong?" she then said, looking at Nick.

"No, I actually can't go. My mother was admitted into the hospital last night. Apparently, she had a heart attack or something last night, and I want to visit her again today to make sure she's OK." Nick answered, a tear visible from his eyes. Judy saw this, got up, and gave Nick a hug from behind.

"Aww, I'm so sorry about that, Nick," she said, letting go of him after a few seconds. Nick felt better, hugging helps. "I'll tell Bogo you can't make it then. Go visit your mother, she is your priority now." she added. Nick smiled, continuing to eat with her.

"Luckily, she was okay enough to go back home this morning," Nick sighed gratefully. "I don't know what I'd do without my mother. She the only real family I got, besides my dad."

Judy wiped her lips with a napkin. "You've never told me about your father. What's he like?"

Nick slowly shook his head. "Maybe another time. Sorry Judy!"

Judy shrugged. "I understand," she said as she took another bite of her sandwich.

As they finished their meal, Nick was about to head off to the parking garage to get his car before Judy stopped him.

"Wait! Nick!" she shouted as Nick stopped in his footsteps and ran back up to Judy.

"What is it?" he asked. Judy had a faint blush on her cheeks, but he didn't notice.

"Well, since you won't be able to make it to the party, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out at your house for dinner?" she asked in a fast manner, tapping her foot on the concrete. Nick blushed at her question.

"You-you want to visit my house?" he stuttered, managing to hide his blush.

"Yes, Nick, I do. I want this celebration to be special, we saved the city again," she answered, smiling while she playfully nudged Nick. He smiled.

"Sure thing, Carrots. After I visit my mother, I'll prepare the house for you," he answered.

"Alright, dumb fox. Give me a call when you're ready, alright?" she asked. Nick nodded.

"Sure thing, sly bunny," he smirked, heading out to the parking garage. He got inside his red convertible, and drove to his mother's house. Her home was a bit of ways from the urban parts of Savannah Central, south of the Animalia Lane subway line.

His mother was the only real family he had left, and she was his emotional compass throughout his own life. Ever since Nick's parents' marriage fell apart, she mainly stayed with him a lot of his life. Nick didn't know how he could live without her. She was the nicest woman and a great mother.

Driving onto the driveway of a small, two story house, Nick stepped out of his car. The house had a beautiful flower garden lining the walkways, and the walls of the house bright and colorful, with the windows open slightly.

Nick walked up the steps to the front door, and rang the doorbell. The fragrant aroma from the flowers filled his nose. His eyes spotted movement in the house and peered in through the window. He smiled upon seeing his mother approach the door, and she opened it.

She was about his height, had the same facial features as him, the only differences being her mouth and eyes. Nick's mother was a very important piece in his life. His mother was there for him everyday, and supported each decision he made. Nick was very thankful that she was his mother.

"Nick, you're here!" she said happily, hugging her son, Nick doing the same. They stood there for a few minutes before Nick stepped inside the house.

"Hi, Mom. I just got back from my shift this morning," he said, pocketing his aviators. Walking to the living room, which was lined with windows, the sun shining through, and a TV mounted on the wall, they sat down across from each other in chairs.

"Did something happen on your shift? Your arms look quite scratched," his mother pointed at his arms, and they were scratched up, a few cuts across the width of his arm.

"We had three thieves who stole from the Natural History Museum, and I had to tackle them down," Nick explained, covering up his arms with the sleeves of his police uniform. "How is your heart doing?" he then asked. His mother showed him the medical paperwork.

"They looked at my heart, and it turned out to be an anxiety attack," she answered, looking away from Nick.

"What caused you to have anxiety?" Nick asked, grabbing himself a glass of water as well as another one for his mother. He handed one of the glasses to her as he carefully drank from his own.

"Last night, your father left a voicemail, and he said a lot of hateful things about me!" she cried out, covering her eyes with her hands. A few tears leaked through her fingers. Nick looked at her in sadness. He stood up, walked over to her, put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Mother, don't worry. I'm pretty sure everything hateful he said to you in that voicemail, i-it wasn't true, mom," he paused, grabbing tissues from a nearby box of them and wiping the tears off her face. She sniffed, and uncovered her eyes.

"Thank you, Nick," she said happily, her crying slowing to sniffling. "I just don't want him to hurt you," she added.

"I know, mother, I know. I'll make sure it never happens," he answered, sitting down in his chair. "I can't believe that fox sometimes!"

"What do you do as a ZPD officer?" his mother asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well, there are a lot of things I do. Some days I do patrols around the city, investigate a wide variety of violations, and some days I stay in the offices closing up cases," he answered, fiddling around with his tie.

"What do you want to be in the future as a ZPD officer?" she then said. Nick thought to himself for a moment.

"I really want to be the person that interrogates suspects. My sly nature would do a great job at it, and I would nail suspects every time," Nick chuckled as his mother smiled. He checked his watch, and it read 2 PM.

"Mother, I got to get going soon, I got to prepare my house for Judy," he said as his mother looked at him.

"Who is Judy, Nick?" she asked.

"Judy is my partner in the ZPD," he answered, showing her a selfie of them together. "We have been very best friends since I met her. She helped through a lot of my heartbreak, and we both saved Zootopia from Bellwether and the Nighthowlers." he added, smiling. His mother looked at him again.

"Son, that is wonderful, I'm glad she is your friend," she said, giving him back the photo.

"You're not mad? I thought you'd be since I'm friends with a prey," Nick said with confusion.

"No, Nick, I'm not mad at all. I've been friends with a rabbit growing up in high school," she answered, smiling. Nick felt a lot at ease from her support. "Have fun with her, Nick. I wish you good luck," she added, hugging him tightly. "I love you son," she said.

"I love you too, mother," Nick answered, smiling as they held each other for a few moments before Nick let go and went to the front door. "Take care of yourself. If he calls you again-," he trailed off when his mom held up a paw.

"I'll be fine. You just stay safe and have a good night with your friend," she said with a kiss on the cheek.

He blushed as he stepped outside and got in his car and began to drive away from his mother's house.

He drove further east towards the other side of the peninsula. Before getting home, he made a pit stop at the local market and got all the supplies he would need for the evening dinner. He arrived at his two story house around 3 PM, and stopped to admire the beautiful home he lived in.

With the money he earned from his former con artist life, he was able to buy a beautiful house a little ways from the beachfront. His house had an upstairs and a basement, the outside of his house being a bright blue, with a black roof. Many windows lined the walls, and a patio stood near the front door. After parking the car, he frantically hauled all the groceries inside and began to cleanse the main floor top to bottom.

After a few hours of cleaning excessively, the clock read 5 PM. Nick rushed to the clean kitchen to make dinner. With a clean kitchen, he could cook more efficiently. He opened his refrigerator, and grabbed all sorts of fruits out of it; most of them were from Judy's family farm.

Closing the refrigerator door, he took out a giant bowl, and began slicing all of the fruit very slowly. Last time he tried to make dinner for himself, he cut himself when he chopped too fast, so he decided he'd only go slowly when slicing up food.

He layered the bottom of the bowl with slices of bananas, and then with raspberries. Cubing a watermelon, he carefully set the cubes on top of the raspberries to keep them balanced. He then layered mulberries, strawberries, and to top it all off, a heavy layer of blueberries, Nick's favorite. He smirked dumping all of the blueberries on top of all the fruits in the bowl. For Judy, she really likes blueberries, but her absolute favorite were mulberries, so he kept a ton extra for Judy.

He sealed the bowl with foil and put the entire thing in the refrigerator, and loaded his dishwasher. Next was to prepare the dining room, which was very elegant. Freshly painted walls, polished hardwood flooring, and a modern black dining table. Using a blue tablecloth and some flowers, he decorated the dining room and table. Lighting a candle in the center of the room, and setting down plates, bowls, drinking glasses, and silverware.

By the time he was finished, it was almost 6 PM. Sitting down on the couch, he dialed Judy's number. Within a few seconds of ringing, Judy answered.

"Hey, Nick! How's it going?" Judy said, voices and footsteps audible in the call.

"I'm doing good! What did you do today?" Nick asked, fixing his collar.

"I went shopping in Downtown and bought myself an outfit for tonight," she answered. "By the way, how is your mother doing?"

"She's doing very well, however, someone left her an angry voicemail which put her in a down mood," Nick answered, a tear dripping from his eye. He sniffed.

"Aww, I'm so sorry to hear that Nick," she sighed. "I'll be at your house in about two hours since I'm still in Downtown, is that OK?"

"That'd be perfect! See you at 8 PM!" Nick exclaimed.

"Bye, Nick!" she quickly answered, hanging up the phone.

Nick shoved his phone in his pocket and an idea came to his head. Since he had a lot of extra mulberries, he figured he could use them to make a pie. Rushing to the kitchen, he quickly grabbed out the ingredients he needed, and went straight to work.

Nick absolutely loved to cook and bake since he was about 10 years old. All of the memories he shared baking cookies or making dinner with his mother, he loved to make food. Something about cooking and baking helped relieve him of stress when he was going through hard times, and it eased him.

He chilled the pie dough he needed, and got the pan ready for it. 30 minutes later, he was ready to start making the pie. Mixing all the ingredients, he poured the mixture into the chilled pie dough inside the pan. He then put it in the freezer to give the dough and pie filling time to set. 15 minutes went by before he threw it into the oven.

"Whew!" he sighed. "I thought I wasn't going to get it done in time."

About 45 minutes had passed before the oven dinged, signaling that it was finished. He got his hot pads and carefully set it down on the window sill to let it cool. Nick then took the remaining time to clean up his mess, to take a shower and change into a nice dress shirt with khaki pants, and to catch up on his favorite television series.

About half an hour into the episode, Nick could hear a car pull into the driveway and he quickly shut the TV off. With excitement and grace, he jumped over the couch and looked through the blinds. Judy was just stepping out of her car but didn't notice Nick in the window.

Nick looked at himself in a mirror and frantically fixed his hair, a little fuzz was sprouting at the top. "Okay, Nicky, you can do this. It's just a little get together, nothing more," he said confidently to himself in the mirror. At that moment, Judy began knocking on the door. Nick froze.

"Confidence is gone," he exclaimed. Nick approached the door and looked through the peephole. Judy stood before his very eye, waiting patiently for Nick to open the door. Nick acquired all the confidence and bravery he could, as he clutched the door handle and began to open the door.