They had dreamed of this day for months; the birth of their little one. Their bundle of joy.

As Nicholas held Judy's paw, he cringed with sympathy whenever the rabbit squinted and cried out in pain.

"It's all right," he whispered kindly in her ear. "You're doing really good."

"H-how do ...you know... that?" Judy panted, glaring at her husband.

Judy had a point. He couldn't feel what she was feeling. He couldn't even guess the amount of pain she was in as she forced a living creature out of her body.

"Push, Mrs Wilde! Push!"

Judy did her best to squeeze out the child, groaning long and loud.

A baby's voice screamed.

"We've got him!" One nurse passed the wailing kit to the other. "Easy does it..."

The infant was then cleaned up, severed from its mother, and swaddled in a blanket.

"Nick..." Judy reached out her paws, "Let me see him... I want to see our baby."

Nicholas was given the swaddled kit, which he placed gingerly into Judy's paws. She removed the covering from the infant's face and gasped.

The deformed animal was born missing an arm. It was dark grey in color, and it's forehead sloped inward. It's ears were like ribbons, thin and flappy, hanging down on its face like hair.

"It's a ..." Judy hesitated, then smiled hard. "It's a boy..." Tears welled up into her eyes.

Nicholas smiled and leaned against his wife. He lowered his paw and allowed the infant to claw at his fingers. "Look at our beautiful boy..." He said softly, planting a kiss on Judy's forehead.

...

Despite his appearance the doctors told the Wilde's that their baby was perfectly healthy and could be taken home the same day.

Nick drove the car as they headed home while Judy sat beside him, her shirt hanging low, nursing their little boy.

Neither of them could say to the other "he was your eyes" or "he looks just like you", because these types of statements would all be lies. The infant had pale blue eyes and looked like neither of them in color, shape, or form. Even his fur felt wiry, like hay.

Nick and Judy did not talk until they were home. Nick pulled up in the garage and walked around the car, opening it for his wife.

"I'm fine, I can walk." Judy said, her voice dry. She cradled the child close and followed the fox into the house.

The living room was nearly empty, having only a couch, a table, and a playpen. The kitchen was neat and tightly. The fox and rabbit walked by these rooms and into the master bedroom, where a wooden crib waited.

Judy unlatched the infant from her breast and laid him down on a blanket, saying nothing.

Nicholas stood beside her and kissed her neck. "Look what we made together..." He said with a kind smile.

Judy nodded. "Yes." She could not hide her disappointment. But as a mother, she knew that it was her responsibility to raise and nurture this little one. "He's ... He's lovely."

The infant wiggled and kicked at the blanket, as if hating it's soft texture.

Nick hesitated. "What are we going to call it- him..?"

Judy turned and faced her husband, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Monster! Demon! Creature! Thing!

She grabbed hold of Nick's arms. "I don't know...!" She whispered fiercely.

Nicholas lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "We'll think of something."