Nick Wilde sighs in content, his arm draped over your sleeping form. You two had simply napped together as impossibly sweet as that sounded for the fox. Your head rested on the tuft of fluff beneath his chin, your paws settled on his sides comfortably. He observed you carefully; everything from the soft orangey hues of the sunlight that danced across your features through the peaks of the window to the slightest twitch of your nose—god, he was lucky.

His padded pawtips trail over your back, tracing idle circles while you slept soundly over his torso. He hummed, thinking about how to two got together again only to hear you stir.

“Morning cupcake,” he teases affectionately before pressing a small kiss to your temple. He shifted carefully, making sure you were still comfortable.

“You sleep okay?” He asked curiously, his voice gruff from little use. His green hues landed over your sleepy features and his chest squeezed with affection.