This is a super fluffy story based on a picture: "summer with the wildehopps fam" by sami01 on tumblr.

Arc 5: "Summer with family"

It was perfectly quiet, and Nick was having a good dream…

It was hard for him to remember now, but he thought they were at the beach. Toes in the sand and a pretty girl by his side, maybe it was Judy but he couldn't remember.

"Nick, it's time to get up!"

His eyes barely opened. They darted around his blurry room and nightstand before they came crashing back down all too easily.

"I mean it Nick, come on!"

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, but only as loud as an angry grumble.

It was quiet again, but only for a minute. He didn't go all the way back to sleep. He waited, assuming that there would be more demands shortly to follow.

Sure enough, he heard whispering from out in the hall. It was impossible to make out from here, but he braced himself when he heard her shout "go get him!"

"Oof!" It knocked the wind out him.

"Get up, get up, get up, get up!" It was his son, he'd jumped onto his stomach and started bouncing up and down like it was an inflatable exercise ball.

"My only son… why have you forsaken me?" He was being melodramatic, with his wrist draped over his forehead and a pitiful look on his face.

"The beach!" That was all he said.

"Uh…" Nick needed more information than that. He looked around until he spotted Judy in the doorway, looking radiant in her lilac sundress.

"Don't look at me like that… sweetheart," she stopped to punctuate the last word with a sarcastic grin. "You mentioned the beach, and now he wants to go."

He rolled his eyes and looked back at his son. He was grinning from ear to ear, shaking with anticipation.

"We can't go to the beach," he sighed.

"Huh?… Why!?" His son, Christopher, looked like he was about to cry.

"Because sharks are at the beach." Nick did his best to look serious, but he was enjoying this on the inside. "It's FAR too dangerous."

Christopher crossed his arms in a huff, and pouted with all of his might.

Nick glanced over at Judy and gave her a wink. She scoffed and crossed her arms as well, but she was wearing a grin of her own, and Nick assumed that she must be enjoying this as much as he was.

"Christopher?" Judy raise an eyebrow at Nick, he had a bad feeling about that. "You wanna know how I get your daddy to do what I want?"

"No, no, no carrots!" He glared at her. "Don't even think about it, it's too early for this!"

Christopher nodded, wairing a sly grin. He must have been aware that this was going to be very embarrasing for his father.

"Say," -she leaned forward and puffed out her lip in a sad "puppy dog" face- "Pleaaase daddy… I wuv you."

Nick drug his claws across his face in agony. "God! It's like nails on a chalk board, or- or- dragging a dry hand over a balloon so it makes that," -he cringed- "horrible screeching noise…"

"Please daddy!" Christopher had resumed his bouncing on Nick's stomach. "I love you!"


"See, Christopher?" Judy wore one of the most smug grins of self satisfaction Nick had ever seen, for a moment he figured she'd surpassed him for the title of king smug. "I told you it works, every time…"

Nick was not pleased in the slightest, he decided there was no way he could let her off easy this time.

"Hahaha," his laugh was fake and exagerated. "That's right pal…"

He looked at Judy, who was starting to look worried and for good reason.

"When you see gramps this weekend teach him that trick. Tell him all he has to say is "please daddy," cuz' that's what mamma says aaaalll the time at home."

Christopher looked confused, Judy however, was mortified.

"No Christopher! Don't you ever say that to gampa!" She was fire truck red, and it was hard to tell if she was embarrassed, or boiling with rage.

The car ride wasn't as pleasant as it could've been. Nick supposed that it was to be expected after what he'd just done.

She didn't say much when they got there either. Other than "don't forget your sunblock Christopher" or "hold my hand Christopher."

She didn't say anything to Nick…

"Hey pal," he had a tendancy to worry. "Don't go in the water without me!"

"Oh Nick…" It looked like she'd softened up a bit, and it was the fist thing she'd said to him since they'd left. "Let him play, look at how much fun he's having."

"Believe it or not carrots, the ocean actually CAN kill you… I wasn't joking about that."

She only rolled her eyes and spread out their blanket. Nick watched Christopher like a hawk while Judy dug through the canvas bag they'd brought with them, pulling out some of his toys and a thermas filled with iced tea.

"Come on buddy. Come get a popsicle, or build a sandcastle… something safe!"

"Leave him alone Nick." She patted the blanket next to her. "Get in here."

She tilted her head and smiled. Reluctantly, Nick took his eyes off of his son long enough to sit down and help himself to her iced tea.

"Did you ever think it would turn out this way?" She looked troubled by the question.

"What," he was rummaging through their canvas bag. "You mean at the beach?"

"No Nick," she grumbled. She folded her knees to her chest and hugged her legs. "I mean… us. Did you ever think we would end up together like this?"


She shot him an angry scowl, which he laughed off. After a moment of silence he could see that she was still bothered by it.

"But," he sighed. "I wouldn't sell it for a million bucks."

He glanced at her again to see that she was smiling now, watching Christopher play in the waves. She nestled herself into his armpit and sighed, "me neither."

"I always knew you'd make a good father Nick." She pined over her iced tea. "Because of how we met, I found out it was all an act, but I guess it was just too convincing… y'know?"


"You remember when we met… right?" She looked up at him with a face full of innocence, seemingly inviting him to tell her a romantic story about their first meeting.

"Of course," he sighed. "How could I ever forget? Here comes this cute little meter maid to the rescue, and I thought…" he stopped to grin at her. "I wonder how much money she's got?"

She wasted no time in jabbing him in the ribs. "Aa-how! Could everybody stop hitting me today!?"

"Nicholas Hopps-Wilde admit it," she looked frustrated, but then she grinned. "You wuv meeee."

He looked away.

"I'm quite fond of you, yes."

"Damnit Nick!"

He quickly looked to see if Christopher was listening. "Hey, language!"

"Tell me you love me right now!" She was definately annoyed, enough so that she wasn't holding back any of her anger.

"What do you want from me fluff, you want me to sign a contract that says "I'm happy?"

"I want you to tell me you love me!"

He couldn't help but glance towards Christopher again before he did something he didn't want him to see.

"Ok carrots where's that contract- oh! Here it is, ladidadida!" He pretended to sign a fake contract on her chest. "There, you happy now!?"

She gave a silent, offended gasp at essentially being groped in public.

"Almost Nick, but I'll feel alot better once we get it noterized! Oh don't worry, I'll get it! Lalalala!" She angrily 'signed' his lap.

"Would you knock it off!? Our CHILD is right over-" he was interupted by a snort of laughter. He'd just realized why she'd 'signed' his crotch, and he had to admit that it was pretty funny. "Alright… you win."

It didn't loo like she was convinced. She sat with her arms crossed, tapping one of them impatiently.

"Fine… I- love you… I guess." He couldn't loo at her. He didn't know exactly why, but, he hated mushy stuff like that. He waited for another protest considering he'd added "i guess" to the end of it, but none came.

"C'mon," she stood up with a chipper skip and turned to him with a vibrant smile. "Let's go play with Christopher."

"Aren't you gonna'… whine at all?" He really hadn't expected her to be ok with "I love you I guess."

It looked like she was thinking about it for a minute, "good enough for me Nick, besides, we have a family now, it's not like you could get away THAT easy." She shrugged and skipped away.

When they got home they all had sunburn, but it was a memory they'd never forget.