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“A… rabbit?”
You nod, smiling happily at him as he looks upon the small creature in your arms with confusion.
“His name is Mocha, if you’d like to address him as such. I’ve been wanting you two to meet for a while now.”
Anthony huffs out a chuckle. “I am not going to hold him, if that’s what you’re implying.”
Looking down at Mocha with a small fake pout which quickly turns into a grin, you give the rabbit a few pets on the head. His fluff has been getting particularly dark with the approaching winter, small patches of the lighter brown from the summer still remaining.
“I thought part of your vows were to honour and cherish all of me?”
“That doesn’t mean agreeing to everything you say, my love.” He replies quickly, his hands linking behind his back as he gives you a smile.
Trying to hold back a smile of your own at the endearment proves useless, and you hold out Mocha towards him, your hands under his front paws to let his legs dangle down. “But it is such a simple request. Hold. The. Rabbit.”
Mocha grunts slightly at the change of stability, his feet kicking a little as he grows weary of being held outwards. Anthony just looks between you and the animal being pushed towards him, almost like he’s trying to figure out if you’re being serious.
After you give him a convincing smile, he rolls his eyes and relents, taking the rabbit from your hands and cradling him against his chest with a little smile that he thought you wouldn’t see.
You gently guide his hands to make sure he holds Mocha safely, and the rabbit eventually settles and continues to look out into the garden, likely yearning to run around and dig. With one hand supporting his back and the other carefully petting his head, the twitches of his nose eventually start to slow. He’s relaxing.
Anthony catches your growing smile, returning it with one of his own immediately.
“He likes you.”
He almost didn’t catch that, the small whisper coming from you as you switch between looking up into his eyes with love and looking down at the rabbit with something resembling pride, though both are full of joy no matter the specificity.
For the life of him, he cannot grasp how happy the sight makes you. Your husband, holding an animal so dear to you it’s practically a son.
Anthony’s hair and Mocha’s fur are the same shade of brown.