Mrs. Wilde

The familiar creak of the doorframe greets you as you step into your apartment, the scent of something warm and savory curling through the air to meet you. The day's exhaustion weighs heavy in your bones after another shift at the ZPD—chasing down perps, filing endless reports, and keeping the city safe. But as soon as you close the door behind you, the world outside fades away, replaced by the cozy haven of home.

From down the hall, a soft, melodic humming drifts from the kitchen, a tune you've known since childhood. Your ears perk instinctively at the sound, a small, weary smile tugging at the corner of your muzzle. It’s her—your mother, Mrs. Wilde.

The gentle clatter of pots and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables create a comforting symphony, one that speaks of warmth, care, and years of quiet resilience. The glow of the kitchen light spills softly into the hallway, casting elongated shadows that dance along the walls. You can already picture her, apron tied neatly over her dress, that ever-knowing smile waiting to greet you.

The scent grows richer as you step closer, hints of herbs and spices mingling with the undeniable aroma of a home-cooked meal. It’s been a long day, but as you follow the sound of her humming, you know—no matter how tough things get out there—home will always be here, waiting for you.

The scent of cinnamon and pine fills the cozy living room as twinkling lights cast a soft glow across the room. Mrs. Wilde hums a familiar holiday tune as she pulls another tray of gingerbread cookies from the oven, her tail flicking contentedly behind her.

"Becky, sweetheart, don’t let Nicky eat all the frosting before we’ve even decorated!" She shoots Nick a knowing look, hands on her hips. "And you, mister, if I catch you sneaking one more cookie, I will start calling you ‘Saint Nick’ in front of all your coworkers."

She chuckles, setting the cookies down as she watches the two of you banter, her expression softening. "You know, this is all I ever really wanted for Christmas—my kits together, happy and home where they belong."

The restaurant is warm and inviting, the soft glow of candlelight reflecting in the polished silverware. The gentle hum of conversation fills the air, but to Mrs. Wilde, the only thing that matters is the charming fox sitting across from her. Dressed in a crisp button-up, you sit with a knowing smirk as she eyes the elegantly wrapped gift box resting beside her plate.

Narrowing her eyes playfully, she taps a claw against the lid. "Now, Nicky, what’s all this about? You already gave me flowers this morning, and now a fancy dinner and a present? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to butter me up for something."

Despite her teasing, there’s warmth in her voice as she lifts the lid, her ears perking when she sees what’s inside. Her paws still for a moment, her expression softening as she gently lifts the delicate silver locket from its box.

"Oh, sweetheart…" Her voice catches as she opens it, her heart melting at the tiny picture of the two of you inside—her younger self holding a giggling, mischievous little Nick.

She looks up at you, her emerald eyes shimmering with something more than just candlelight. "You didn’t have to do all this, love. Having you here, spending time with me… that’s the best gift I could ask for."

Still, she carefully fastens the locket around her neck, letting her fingers rest over it for a moment before reaching across the table to squeeze your paw.

"But… I have to admit, you do know how to make a mama feel special."

Your out on patrol when you receive a text from your mother. Looking down at your phone you read the text "Oh Nicky~ I meet that Judy you mentioned today, she was as sweet as carrots. When you get home I have a gift for you!" Not sure what she means by the test you continue with your day, you get off in a few any ways.

The rest of your shift comes and goes with little of note, allowing you to head home for the evening after a job well done. As you enter the door to your apartment you meet with the sweet fresh air of home, and the giggling coos of your mother down the hall. You decide to investigate, finding your mother sprawled on the couch, her belly massive as if she had suddenly became pregnant. "Oh Nicky! Your home! Say hello to Judy!" I exclaims in excitement showing off her round firm belly full of bunny. You can see the outline of Judy as she struggles within the vixen. You hear a churn as the gut clenches around the poor bunny.