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It was perfect, almost foolproof. There was no way in heck that it could go wrong. Nick made sure of that for the entire week. 24/7, all day everyday, until Mother's Day was just around the corner. Everything was in order: the restaurant booked for the evening, the cake - albeit small - was ready to be picked up, the movie tickets pre-purchased and ready to be used after the dinner; the one item that was to kick off the weekend was a bouquet of assorted flowers in the colors of Spring and Easter. And it was to be given to the most wonderful woman Nick Wilde has ever known in his entire life, his mother Deborah Wilde, the day before Mother's Day.

Nick picked up the flowers during his daily run around the block to double-check that everything was still okay for the next evening.

It wasn't.

He stopped by the restaurant following the flower shop and entered to check on the status of the reservation. He was told, by both the host and the manager, that the reservation for two was canceled. When Nick asked why, they answered, with obviously blatant looks of hate and distaste for the tod, "There was a discrepancy in our booking system. The time you reserved for was already taken up."

Nick fumed at this, but he couldn't do anything about it. Until, of course, he spotted Fangmeyer and Wolfard in the line behind him and beckoned them over. He flashed the host and the manager his badge, as well as the wolf and tigress, and said with a slight smug tone that he could have this place closed down because of discrimination towards a ZPD officer and for tampering with the reservation system. That got them to backtrack and re-add Nick and his guest to the blank space on the list for tomorrow. He thanked the two odd lovebirds and left without another word.

Bouquet in one paw, and an ice cream cone in the other, Nick made the long trek back to his car, which so happened to be a ZPD police cruiser. His personal cruiser. Five minutes later, he was walking up the sidewalk to the front door of his not-so-humble abode on the outskirts of Zootopia. It wasn't big and nice like the other houses on the street, but it was still a decent little home that would be a good, cheap choice for new customers. If it wasn't already occupied, of course.

Nick shoved the remainder of his ice cream into his toothed maw and fished the keys out of his back pocket, only for the door to open and reveal a rather scantily clad vixen standing on the other side. Nick failed to keep his eyes from roaming around her body, which was on full display with nothing but a bra and sweatpants to cover her modesty, and found himself fixating his gaze on her large, full breasts straining against the bra. He gulped and quickly looked up into her eyes, which were narrowed in a scolding stare.

"Where have you been?" she asked in a similarly scolding tone, which caused Nick to flinch. "I wake up this morning wanting to cook you a breakfast-in-bed, and you're nowhere in the house."

Nick's ears folded back and pinned themselves to his head. "S-sorry, mom. I...I didn't know. I was just...just going around town."

"Doing what, exactly?" she demanded none too softly. "Screwing around with a bunch of girls at the clubs? Gambling? Screwing that rabbit girl?"

Nick shook his head to all of them as she listed them off.

"Then what, Nick?" she asked, her tone shifting from scolding to near desperation. "Why did you leave without a single word, or writing a note? I thought that you'd-" she faltered as tears began to fill her violet eyes and her throat tightened. "I thought you had left me, like you did back when-"

Nick cut her off by wrapping her up in his arms and softly hushing her. "I'm sorry I scared you like that, mom. I went out today because I wanted to make sure that tomorrow was still extra special. Just for you."

Deborah blinked and looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "What do you mean? Why tomorrow specifically?"

Nick pulled back slightly and looked down at her with a rather perplexed expression. "You seriously don't know what tomorrow is?" he asked with a crooked, unbelieving smile.

She shook her head and said, "N-no. I was...I was too wrapped up in my emotions to even care or notice." She tilted her head at him. "Why? What is tomorrow?"

Nick fixed his smile and guided her inside, closing the door behind him. Then he adjusted his hold on the vixen and brought the flowers into view, a smug smile spread across his muzzle. "A day where matrons from families all over the world are recognized for their efforts and sacrifices. And," he took a step closer to her, his smug smile switching to that of a loving and caring one. "A certain vixen's birthday."

He handed the bundle of flowers to her, which she gladly accepted with both paws. She buried her muzzle into them and inhaled deeply, then let it out with a satisfied sigh, looking at Nick with a glazed, dreamy glint in them. "You know me too well, Nicky," she said said with a smile.

Nick shrugged indifferently. "You _are _my mom. I've supposedly known you all my life."

She nodded. "True. And I'm sorry I overreacted, Nick. I really thought that you left me. I was scared."

"I know," Nick said with a nod and a frown. "It won't happen again."

"It better not," Deborah said in a feint scolding tone, her smile growing wider. "Otherwise I'd have to ground you."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Sure, mom. Sure."

She giggled and held the flowers tighter to her chest, squishing them against her massive breasts and inadvertently grabbing Nick's attention. "Well, is this why you asked me all those questions? Why you were out late pretty much all of this week? So you could...give me the time of my life?"

He shrugged with a small smile. "Pretty much, yeah. I made sure that everything was in order for tomorrow. Cake, movie, dinner."

She clicked her tongue and let out an "Aw!".

"Happy Mother's Day, mom. And Happy Birthday--oof!"

With a squeal of delight, Deborah tossed the flowers over her shoulder and launched herself at Nick, wrapping her body around his and locking her ankles behind his back and her arms around his neck, and peppered him with a flurry of kisses all over his face. He attempted to protest her over-affection, but his words were lost to her 'assault'. That, and the fact that her large breasts were squished up against him.

In an effort to shake off any dirty thoughts that entered his mind, he attempted to distract such thoughts by returning the embrace and indulging in her barrage of kisses. Only for Deborah to suddenly stop and give him a look with a raised eyebrow.

"Tell me something, Nick. Why is it that the first thing you stared at when I opened the door was my boobs?" she asked with a slight...smile?

However, Nick did not notice this as he was too busy turning into a tomato; his white cheek fur matched the color of his main coat of russet fur. He gulped nervously and stuttered out a denial. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

She snorted as she broke the embrace and landed on her feet. "Don't give me that, Nick. I watched as you eyed me up and down like a piece of candy until you decided to settle on these puppies." She emphasized her point by grabbing both of her massive tits with either paw and squeezing them repeatedly, giving Nick a half-lidded smug gaze.

The already-flustered tod looked away from the forbiddingly enticing sight and let out a whine of protest. A short moment later, Deborah smacked his chest with the back of one of her paws. "Don't be a perv, Nicholas Piberius Wilde. I thought I raised you better than that?" Nick looked at her in disbelief and opened his mouth to protest but she clamped it shut with the same paw she smacked him with. "You know what? It's not your fault; it's mine. After all," she reached and pulled up on the straps of her black lace bra, jostling her breasts with the movement. "I'm the one wearing close to nothing, you know?" She released the straps with an audible snap as they slapped her shoulders. Then she flashed him an innocent grin.

"All things aside," she continued. "Thank you for going out of your way to make my birthday a big deal, sweetie." She finished off with a brief kiss on his mouth, which stunned him. When she pulled away, her eyes were once againhalf-life, and a peculiar scent permeated in the air and flooded Nick's nostrils. But before he could do anything, she slowly backed away, picking up her flowers from the couch before slipping away to her bedroom.

Nick remained motionless, his mind blank as it struggled to comprehend what the hell just happened.