Hey people! I'm not dead! Woop woop!

I'm sorry it's been quite a while. I really don't want to give excuses anymore because about everytime I do, it's always the same thing. Just know that I'm trying. I am, I promise that.

Anyway, I got this idea quite a long time ago, but then just yesterday at like 5pm I thought, "You know what sounds like a crazy idea? Writing a 5 chapter story and having it all posted by Valentine's Day! That's sounds like a great idea! What could possibly go wrong?"

When I write my stories, I always try to reach at least 1,000 words per chapter, but this time, I'm not gonna limit myself. Maybe this story will be great. Maybe it'll be average. Maybe it'll be trash. I don't know, but I'm just going for it! So let's get to it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Zootopia...

"I can't believe you were able to get reservations here!"

I was in complete and utter awe. Nicholas P. Wilde was somehow able to get us reservations at the best restaurant in all of Zootopia. This restaurant, or bistro, La Ratatouille, is one of the highest rated restaurants in Zooptopia, and a huge favorite of me and Nick's, and with good reason. Incredible food, excellent service, quiet, comfortable setting, what wasn't to love? The head chef who was also practically the owner was a rat named Remy and a good friend of Nick's. When Remy and two of his coworkers were fired from Auguste Gusteau's, another popular restaurant, Nick helped the three of them start their own restaurant. Remy was so grateful that he told Nick that he can eat there whenever he wanted for free.

I've only met Remy a handful of times, but he was a really nice guy, and everytime Nick and I ate there, we always left a very generous tip despite Remy's protests.

During the month of February, the restaurant was always jam packed with reservations. Whether or not you got a reservation didn't really matter though because there'd be a wait of about 2 hours if you just walked in. No one really knew why it was like this, but either way, it was really frusterating if you waited to long to get a reservation or had to show up about 2 hours before you'd normally eat because you had to wait.

I don't know how Remy did it, but he managed to convince some of his family members who had gotten reservations to switch days just so Nick and I could come and eat tonight.

"Give Remy some credit Carrots. He was the one to be pulling some strings this time", Nick said from across the table. Even though the restaurant is mostly casual, most people still put a little more thought into their outfits anyway because La Ratatouille should be way more fancy and expensive than it is. Remy has been told so many times that he has every right to raise the prices on the menu, but all Remy says is, "You don't need high prices to serve good food."

Nick was wearing a black tux, but was still wearing his usual tie. I was wearing a purple, flowing dress that went to my knees. I thought about wearing high heels just so I could look like I wasn't only half of Nick's height, but when I opened my apartment door and asked Nick how I looked, he said, "Lose the heels and you'll look amazing. I like that you're shorter than me. It makes it easier to wrap my arms around you and kiss your forehead from behind. Or, above?"

Next thing I knew, I had thrown the heels in the garbage, grabbed my jacket and apartment keys, and was leading Nick down the hall to the staircase.

Right now, we were sitting at the table, having already finished our entrees and were waiting for our desserts in to go containers.

"True, but you were the one to help him get this place so popular. He feels like he owes you", I respond.

"I suppose I can't deny that. He shouldn't feel like that though. I was happy to help him out", He insisted. I couldn't help but feel proud that Nick wasn't taking advantage of Remy's kindness. Remy and Nick had apparently known each other for a long time, but it wasn't until after Nick became an officer that Remy was fired and Nick helped him open his own restaurant. Nick had become such a better person in the 3 years and 3 months since he became a cop. Heck, we've both become better people. We've never been happier in our lives than now, in a time when we can help people on a daily basis and happily be together.

Nick looked oddly nervous the whole evening for some reason however. He kept fiddling with his napkin on the table, staring at the pictures and items hanging from the walls, and everytime we made eye contact, his voice would become slightly shaky. I can't really think of a reason why however. Unless-

My eyes widened and I had to stop myself from gasping. Was this the night?

"Um, I'm going to go the bathroom real quick", I say as I stand up.

"Okay, I'll wait for the desserts", He responds, reaching over the table and pulling my purse closer to him so no one will try to snatch it.

I speed walk to the bathroom and when I get there, I jump up on the table on sink and look in the mirror, trying to control my breathing.

Was Nick going to propose tonight?

We've talked about marriage before, multiple times in fact. We got together 6 months after Nick started at the precinct, so we've been dating for 2 years and 9 months. Of course the subject started coming up after 2 years. We visited my parents a few weeks after our 2 year anniversary and Nick told me on the train ride back to the city that my parents had asked him when he was going to stop beating around the bush and just pop the question already (I had called them and made them apologize, obviously). Some kind of inside joke had even started at the precinct where every morning when we walked in, somebody would announce to everyone in the lobby, "I don't see any ring yet!" So we obviously had tons of support, so why haven't we taken the next step yet?

When the topic started coming up more frequently, Nick had told me that he wanted to make sure that he did this kind of thing right. I had no idea what his defintion of "doing this kind of thing right" was, but I decided for now that I'd let him play around with the concept, and when he was ready, then he'd make the move.

I started running some cold water and splashed a bit in my face.

"Okay Judy, you can do this. Just take a deep breath and keep it together."

I turned off the water, dried off my face, and walked out of the bathroom. I made my way back to the table and saw Remy standing on the table, talking to Nick, both of them with rather serious looks on their faces. Nick appeared to have something in his hand and was looking around nervously. I was about two tables away when a female cougar turned away from a table after refilling some water and, not noticing me, tripped over my small form. The pitcher of water in her paws tilted and over half the pitcher spilled all over me. I screeched a little at the unexpected coldness and immediately started shivering.

"Carrots!" I heard Nick exclaim and saw both him and Remy rush over to me.

"I'm so sorry Miss Hopps!" The cougar exclaimed. I saw Remy out of the corner of my eye give the cougar a harsh glare.

Nick took off his jacket and wrapped it around me before picking me up bridal style.

"Let's get you home Carrots", He said as he walked back to our table and grabbed my purse and jacket.

Remy hopped back onto the table so he was in my eyesight and said in a harsh voice, "Judy, I am so so sorry. I suppose Angela forgot she has to look down before she starts walking."

I knew the harshness was not directed at me. I responded, "It's okay Remy. It was an honest mistake. Please don't punish her to badly. She didn't mean to."

"Alright Judy, if that's what you want. Get warmed up", He said as our waitress finally brought our desserts. Nick grabbed those too.

"Thanks Remy", I said.

"Yeah, thanks Remy. I'll call you tomorrow", Nick said as he turned and started to walk away. After a few seconds, I heard Remy beginning to scold Angela and flinched at the tone in his voice. I wasn't used to seeing or hearing Remy so angry.

When we got to the car, Nick made sure I was sitting on his jacket so the seat wouldn't get wet and as he started driving me home, I turned to look at him.

"Hey Nick?"

"Yeah Carrots?"

"You were acting kind of strange during dinner. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"...No. I'm fine."

I sighed as I turned to look out the window. Looks like it wasn't going to be tonight.

... and I don't own Ratatouille either! I didn't initially think to put that reference in, but when I was trying to think of restaurants, I thought, "I've seen Ratatouille...once." I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, please review, and I'll see you later alligator!