"A little like us"

She came to him in tears. Martha White was a white albino hare, who made her living singing in clubs around Zootopia. She stood in front of him, still wearing her shiny flapper girl outfit, with streams of tears staining her flawless snow-like fur. Obviously this made Martin DeClawe rise, from his brown couch, to his feet. He had just returned home to his apartment from his job at the police station from downtown Zootopia, having just solve a bank robbery.

"Martha!- what happened?" He asked gently, placing his paws on her arms. She sniffed wiping away the falling tears.

"Oh Marty-" she softly groaned, she placed a paw over her mouth, letting out a shaky sob. "It was Franky."

"Your Boss?-tell me what he did to you Martha, I'll thrash that weasel!" He growled fiercely.

She shook her head at the growing anger he was emitting. "Please don't!"

"What did he do, Martha?" He demanded, shaking her slightly. "I'll go over there a sock him in that big mouth of his!"

Martha whimpered. "He....he found out about us."

He blinked. "What?"

"I-I didn't mean to, Martin!" She cried out suddenly. "He...he found the picture I kept of us in the my dressing room drawer."

"Why in the hell was he was snooping around?" His brow was furrowed, with his fur standing on end for that troublesome weasel that she had for a boss. He always thought she deserved a better manager. Martha wiped her tears away again, but she was unable to stop the new ones flowing out.

"I-I don't know but I knew I shouldn't have kept it in there, I always knew something like this might happen but I was so foolish!" She cried out, burying her face into her paw. Sobbing loudly.

"Martha-!"

"He fired me, Marty!" His eyes widened. "He fired me because he knew we were together and he got so furious!"

Martin began cursing under his breath. "Forget him, Martha! You can always find another manager."

"You don't understand!" She said wrenching herself away from him. "He told everyone! He ran out and showed the picture before I could even stop him!" She collapse on the couch with her shoulders shaking from her loud sobs. He sat down beside her, placing a paw on her back while inside he thought of ways to make that good-for-nothing weasel suffer for what he did to her. "Everyone turned against me, Marty! Everyone! They booed me out of the club and now, I don't think no one will hire me!"

"Don't say that Martha, any animal would be luck to have you..."

She sniffed, letting out a shaky breath. "Maybe we sh-should'ent...do this anymore."

"Wh-what are you saying?" He said in a low voice. She pulled away from his hand, placing it back towards him. "Martha?!"

She flinched from his sudden booming voice. "P-Please, don't be angry..."

"Martha!-how could I not be angry!?" He stood up abruptly. "You're telling me you don't want to be together anymore!"

"But what if your own captain finds out?!" She retorted. "You'll lose your job!"

"He won't find out!"

"I don't want to be responsible for you losing your dream job!" She cried out, her voice already breaking. "I can't do this anymore! No one will ever accept us!" She wiped her eyes again but they were already swollen and redder than her eye color. Martin let out a primal growl, his fingers twitching from frustration.

"We were just fooling ourselves, Marty." She quietly muttered, clutching tightly at the rim of her dress, the glitter sticking to her fur. "We're too different..." She was suddenly grabbed by the wrist, forcibly pulling her up towards Martin. His lips slammed into hers in a heated and passionate kiss. Her eyes widen in shock from his sudden and extremely intimate kiss. He had never kissed her so hungrily before, making her face heat up. She was pressed up against him, his right arm locked around her slim waist with his paw set behind her skull, refusing to her escape. He knew that she was a modest lady, their kisses were always innocent and he never once held her against his broad and brazen chest. She felt her knees go weak as her mind went black. Wanting to let him do whatever he wished. He pulled away leaving her panting slightly while he cupped her face, staring into her eyes.

"I love you." He proclaimed in a husky voice. "I love you, Martha. Do you really think I care what others think of us?" She couldn't cool down her face fast enough, or stop the tears from running. He chuckled slightly.

"You were always such a cry-baby, even when we were kids..." He said stroking her ears, trying to soothe her. He gently butterfly kissed underneath her eyes. Like he had always down when they were young. She turned her head away, adamantly placing her firm paws on his chest, making his ears lower.

"W-we can't." She whispered. With a glare he grabbed her right paw and swiftly went on one knee. She gasped. "No! No-don't do this to me Martin! I don't think my heart can take it!"

He ignored her pleas, giving her a gentle and warm smile "Martha Elizabeth White?..."

"Marty! I don't want to hear it, please let go of my paw!" She struggled to pull away but he was always stronger than her.

"Would you marry me?" —– Loud sniffling interrupted the story as Judy and the now older Martha and Martin DeClawe turned to Nick who was feverishly wiping his own face with his forearm.

"Do you need a tissue dear?" Martha asked gently, smiling at the sight. Martin crossed his arms.

"How about a diaper?"

"Martin!"

Nick out his left hand, shaking it slightly while he hid underneath his right arm. "N-no no, continue-I'm...I'm going to need a sec." —– Martha couldn't resist him any longer, falling to her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes! Yes! Of course I do!" She quickly pulled away, the doubts returning. "B-but...what are we going to do?"

Martin quickly brought them both off the ground, pulling away he rushed towards his office, snatching a briefcase off of his desk before returning to his fiancé. "We can use this!" The briefcase snapped open revealing rows of newly pressed money.

"Where did you get this?" She demanded.

"My last case, from my now last job, I can quit right now and you and me could run away from this garbage city, buy a house, and live by this!"

"B-but that doesn't explain where you got this much money! Your boss didn't give this to you did he?"

"Forget that hay-muncher! This is from the bank robbery, it's part of some evidence but they won't even know it's missing."

"N-no Marty! Are you crazy?!"

"This is 10,000! Unmarked! No one will know, I promise!..."

"I-I..." She clutched her head, her thoughts swirling, he slammed the briefcase shut and grabbed her paw.

"Run away with me, Martha..." He smiled, his canines gleaming. "We can buy a house and live together, far away from the city, far away from any animals who don't want to accept us, far away...just the two of us." Martha was slacked-jaw, her voice gone. It was a crazy idea, he might get caught and thrown in jail. He's asking her to leave everything behind, just to be with him? Her paw tighten against him, and nodded.

"Let's do it."

"Great, we'll leave now!" He began running to the door, dragging her behind.

"Wait! What about our things?!"

"I'll send someone to fetch them!" He replied going out the door and running down the steps of the 2nd floor stairs.

"What should I tell my mother?!"

"Tell her that you'll be happy! And you're going to be taken care of!" They ran towards the parking lot, towards his car. He opened the passenger seat, waiting for her to go inside.

"But where will we go? We should think about this!"

"I am thinking!" He argued. "I'm thinking of buying a house with five bedrooms and an open backyard with high fences so no snooty neighbors will peer in."

"But-!"

"How about a piano?" His mind was racing faster than his lips could speak. The cold night sky couldn't cool down his excitement. "A piano just for you, to sing and play whenever you want?"

"That...sounds nice but-!"

"How about that dress at Main Street? The blue one? We can buy that right now, we can buy the whole ding-dang store if you want! All the dresses you can count!"

"Marty, calm down!" She was afraid with the rate that he's going, he might blow a fuse.

"All the books you can read, all the music we can buy, and the wedding ring I'll buy you! It would be wonderful!" She bit the insides of cheeks, when he kissed her straight on her pink nose. "Just us, together...forever."

"Oh Marty..." She sighed, giving in. She went inside the car, with him closing the door behind her, like the gentlemen he is. She laughed slightly as she saw him holding a large grin that even a hyena could be jealous from it. He was swiftly beside her in the driver's seat, with a start, he drove away. Down one path, hoping to find their dream home.

"That was a really nice story." Judy smiled, her eyes glossing over, not entirely weeping like Nick, who still had his arm over his face. "But didn't you technically stole evidence?" She said in a serious tone towards Martin. He shrugged.

"Hey, I was young and crazy, plus if my department ever noticed I would have come back...maybe...but they didn't so, I got away."

"We have been living in this home for over thirty years." Martha said softly, reminiscing on a past memory. "You won't tell anyone about Martin and the money right?"

Judy frowned. "I-I guess...I could pretend I didn't hear a confession, and if there wasn't no report than there is no need to bring you in." She smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you dear."

Judy couldn't help but look at Nick in their own situation. Even if he sat next to her crying his eyes out and making Martin grow more uncomfortable, she was glad he found someone as sweet as Nick. No matter how different they are, or what others might think, she does not care.