Summary: Male!Jessica was the first to admit that he has feelings for her. For a rabbit who makes a fool of herself for a living, that’s just one of the reasons why she’s finding him hard to believe. Comeback of the Genderbend Universe. Cover Image by Rachel Ordway of CrackpotComics
Chapter 5: Why Me?
"Clusters of blue borages funneled like an overflowing cornucopia! Sweet daylilies flitted to add a little sweetness to their cucumber taste! Purple pansies here and there, giving the whole bouquet a dash of grape flavor! And look! There's-"
Jesse smiled at Rhoda whose eyes were sparkling like Christmas lights. She clasped her yellow-gloved hands excitedly as she yapped by the glass window. Edible flower bouquets were displayed inside the flower shop, attracting every vegetarian anthropomorph –like a certain rabbit for instance.
"Oooh and roses! They even come glazed in honey! Hey, Jesse! Remember when you gave me a bouquet once? How did you know it was my favorite at that time?"
Rhoda turned to him, waiting for his reply. His eyes were trained to bouquet of violas. Perhaps he was entranced by their natural symmetry.
"That was my first attempt to confess my affection," he said plainly. "It was a serendipitous, watching you enjoy it."
She stared at him as heat slowly crept up her cheeks. She turned away, yanking down her ears before steam could escape from them. Was that the reason why he kept staring when she was eating the roses?
"So… at that time. You weren't giving me a snack?"
"No." Of course, telling her that she made petal nibbling looked desirable would probably scare her off. "But I'm glad you liked it."
Rhoda hunched over embarrassedly or perhaps it was the cold night in Cartoon City. She took a long inhale, her nose sampling the fresh, flowery scent of toon floral. Animated scented plants were charged higher since it took a special skill from artists. She splayed her hands on the cool glass, her nose pressed on it.
It had been almost weeks since her Jester number in Charcoal Groove. Jesse could see it in her eyes before she'd look away, could see it in her the hesitance, the confusion before she'd interrupt moments that hint even a degree of tension.
There's something else Rhoda needs from your first, Pops' voice echoed inside his head.
There were suddenly giggles not far from him. A waft of strong perfume fought dominantly with the light smell of the flower shop.
"Go ask if he would like to join us, I dare you!"
"What? Not me!"
"C'mon! He's alone, he probably wants a good time!" a third voice said. He could hear shoes shuffling and scraping among the giggling, as though they're trying to push each other to him.
A gentleman doesn't roll his eyes. But right now, it felt like this situation deserved it. From the glass' reflection, he watched them hover behind a distance.
"Stand back, gals," a fourth, more confident feminine voice said. "I'll handle this."
At that instant, Jesse stepped closer to Rhoda and took her hand. She looked up in surprise, the clusters of scarlet nasturtiums and pinks forgotten.
Jesse stared hard ahead, pointedly entwining his fingers through hers.
Silence met his actions. A snort was heard.
"What a waste."
There was scraping of shoes that grew fainter along with their derision.
"Let's go, ladies."
Rhoda could see his jaw set, glaring at their retreating reflection, he almost frosted the glass. She looked back at the group of humanoid young ladies walking away, chatting and laughing.
She tugged at his hand, "Hey."
He snapped out of his dark clouds and he turned to look at the doe beside him.
Rhoda smiled at him. It must be hard to be hit upon constantly by random strangers. Good thing they're alone now. "They're gone," she said as she retracted back her hand.
Her hand was only clasped harder.
She looked up in surprise only to turn away, her heart emulating a tomtom drum again every time he looked at her like that. Ever since she knew, he had been… expressive. Almost beyond platonic boundaries.
A silence thick with the unsaid enveloped them when Rhoda firmly slipped her hand away from him before facing the window again. She could hear the traffic from afar and the absence of footsteps.
Jesse stared at her. The lamppost shone down on her lost expression, the way her hands crossed to cup her elbows, shoulders hunched. She looked so vulnerable, the way her ears flopped, that Jesse took a step forward.
But he froze when she spoke.
"Why me, Jesse?"
His eyes widen at her question but she kept looking at the glass. After following her gaze, he realized she wasn't gazing at the bouquets anymore.
He stared at the man and the doe in the glass.
His tall frame and her small stature.
His tanned complexion and her white fur.
His realistic human build and her floppy ears and feet.
"Does that bother you so much?"
Rabbit ears stiffened at his question. She felt the hurt more than she heard it. Realization dawned when she saw him staring at their images.
"No!" she whipped her head to face him. "It's not that!"
She looked at him, her eyes revealing tentative confusion now that she's not avoiding his gaze. "It's just that…" she sighed and put a hand on her chest. "Why me?"
Rhoda shook her head hard, words tumbling out of her mouth.
"I -I know I'm silly. But I'm not stupid! There are women out there, prettier than me, smarter than me. A lot that guys would prefer over -over this!" she said, gesturing at herself.
Then she waved her hand at him. "And you! You're... perfect! Almost perfect! I'm not blind! You're kind and attractive and smart. A lot of women would loved to be with you-"
He continued to be silent. So why don't you?
"-and if they only know the Jesse that I know, they'd be breaking down your door-"
"-and you get things that I don't understand!"
Her heart thudded with the feeling of getting her rambling thoughts off her chest. So why was he giving her roses? Why was he singing her poems that could melt anyone's heart? Why was she the one receiving all that acts that she feared to even name it? She looked up to him with sky blue eyes that seemed to be beseeching. For what?
"So why me, Jesse?"
She looked up to him with sky blue eyes that seemed to be beseeching. For what?
He stared at her, she was so close but so far away. But every time he got to hold her, she'd zip away with a fast found diversion.
"The world is only interested in what they can get from you…"
Jesse looked back at the glass, his tone blunt.
"…and you're no different."
Blue eyes widened at his straightforward statement. Rhoda was used to his brusque manner of speaking but that was-
Then he dropped down to one knee, meeting her eyes. He tilted her chin with a warm smile that he rarely expressed.
"Except all you wanted is to make me laugh."
He wished he could have said it more romantically but it was the simplest form of the long list of reasons to her question.
She stared at him. But that was nothing special about her. That was just her being herse-
Rhoda suddenly pulled away and he stilled another stab of disappointment. She looked down on the ground, unable to meet his eyes. Savagely, she squashed the escalating warmth before it would project into stars or tweeting birds or hear-
"Go out with me."
"You heard me." He straightened up. "You seem hesitant about this whole thing. Think of it as test run. This time, official dating."
She cocked her head to one side. "We never un-officially dated."
"We did whenever we go out somewhere, eat somewhere, talk somewhere –together."
"That's not dating!"
Jesse smirked down from his height. "We're doing it right now," his hand waving once to indicate.
And since toons came from humans, suggested changes were always met with resistance.
Mina cracked her eyes open to a dark, bleary haze.
She scowled, wondering why was she awake. A thunder rumbled outside.
Lightning flashed outside the window, momentarily bathing the shadows. Baby blue eyes widened at the sight of a pale rabbit standing over her bed, her hollow eyes boring down at her.
"I had a bad dream."
Screeching bats frantically flew away from the sound of a long, horrified scream.
"Jinkies, Mina! You didn't have to hit so hard!" Rhoda rubbed the now painless spot where a huge goose egg had resided.
Mina glared at her with gritted teeth, her cherubic hand stabbing her stubbed cigarette with vengeance. "You were standing over me like a gawdamned horror movie! How did you get here, anyway?"
"The same way you broke into mine last time," the rabbit said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The "baby" sighed, rubbing her temple and remembering the happy, peaceful memories when Mina had acquaintances and no friends.
"Couldn't you wait to tell your nightmare a few hours later?"
"I dreamed I killed a human, Mina."
Mina's cheeks ballooned and a farting sound came out of her suppressed lips. She threw back her head in laughter. "Pffffft! You? You couldn't even kill time!"
"But it felt so real!" she exclaimed, her arms gesturing around in emphasis. A rabbit foot thumped worriedly on the floor. "It felt like I was riding somebody's head. My head!"
Mina looked at her with a new cigarette between her two chubby fingers, crossing her plump legs. "You're not making any sense."
"I felt like I was watching but I'm not the one moving." She hopped off her chair. "I have this dream where we're comic book toon stars and I'm brown and white who's only wearing a skirt but it was so normal! And I hired a lady to investigate our bosses, the DeOylie Sisters because-"
Mina looked dryly at Rhoda pantomiming her story in flashes: holding a comic book, wearing only a skirt with her arms covering her chest, wearing a trenchcoat and split-second splitting into caricatures of scowling high class women.
"-they were undervaluing me or something and that my husband left me for one of them! I had a whirlwind marriage with that man who looks like Jesse! But after 2 years, he started acting mean! And cold! Not Jesse crust-cold! Unlike Jesse core-cold! And he started womanizing and left me and I was so miserable and angry, I killed his girlfriend that was my boss!"
Then Rhoda was suddenly holding a bouquet and wearing a veil, then an exaggerated frowny face, then a parody of a womanizer with Mina as an unfortunate participant, and then she was miming a gun –all while she was talking.
The rabbit dropped the watergun with a clatter, looking sick.
"The whole time, my body was acting in its own. My mouth was speaking in its own. It felt like I'm an intruder of that body. But she's also Rhoda Rabbit."
She flopped back to her chair, her hands running over her face. "I woke up after she pointed the gun. But I knew what she did."
The mirror on the wall suddenly shimmered and Mario Poppins stumbled out and crashed unceremoniously to the floor.
"Accursed alternating inter-reality astral attraction!"
Pop stood up, dusting white disintegrating wisps off his butler suit.
Mina folded her arms, leaning back on her chair. "Hello, Pop."
"Wow, Pop! How did you do that?"
"Did what, Rhoda? I merely tripped."
"You just went through a mirror!"
"A mirror?" he asked incredulously before giving a vain sniff. "What utter nonsense!" he said as he poured a drink for Mina who held her glass.
"Ignoring the butler," Mina said, "I'm no psychologist. But what's eating you and you had a dream THAT ridiculous?"
"A one-in-a-million anomaly where a toon's astral body flits though the fabric of its reality and into another universe where it becomes attracted to its equal substance. The toon would have been induced into a death-like coma unless an intervention involves in travelling the astral plane to tug its astral thread back into its own original body," Pops said matter-of-factly, producing a bucket of ice from his coat pocket.
Rhoda and Mina stared at him.
Mina rolled her eyes. "Poppins, if you're not going to make any sense, shut your cakehole."
One side of Poppins' nose twitched before he primly arranged an immaculate napkin on his pocket. "It does make sense, if you know anything."
The "baby" bristled at his tone and both mistress and butler glare death at each other. "Why you snarky-"
"Someone just please tell me my dream is ridiculous and I'm ridiculous for even flipping out for it!" Rhoda appeased, waving placating hands between them.
There was a terse silence before both baby toon and butler turned away from each other, harrumphing.
"But really, Rhoda," Pop said, "the Rhoda in your dream isn't and will never be you."
Rhoda looked at him as though he just answered a history lesson to a math problem.
"But Pops," the doe said, "you weren't here when I told my nightmare."
"I got sharp ears," Pops said without missing a beat.
Mina made a "hah!" sound.
Rhoda played with the hem of her pajama top, her mind turning over the remnants of her nightmare. What she had told Mina were only flashes of what she could remember. But it was the tremendous emotions dream-Rhoda had experienced that made two things hard to forget: murder and a broken marriage.
The horror of someone going to be killed in front of her was going to give her sleepless nights.
But the broken marriage she had witnessed from the view of a crying, begging dream-Rhoda would always break heart. Before dream-Jesse left her, he even said-
"Mina, what does it felt like when I kiss you?"
The "baby" turned to her in surprise. Then her face returns back to disgruntled. "You mean the times you got to kissed me before I kicked you? Ticklish."
"Yeah, you're furry!"
"It's not like being kissed by a bearded, hairy midget?"
Mina gave her a deadpanned, deciphering look. "This isn't about Jesse, is it?"
"No!" she hurriedly shook off her embarrassment before her toon body would react to it. "Just… It just came into my mind."
Pops unfurled a comforter and let it waft gently over Rhoda who fell asleep on the sofa.
Mina grumbled and adjusted her lounging robe on her infantile frame. Something tapped her on the shoulder and she plucked it.
She stared at the crisp white envelope in her hand.
"My resignation letter," Pops said.
Mina grunted. "When's your replacement coming?"
"Tomorrow morning. It's done."
She snorted. "What? You've taken care of one of my valuables?" she asked, laying the sarcasm thick on the last word.
Pops simply breezed by her as she returned to her bedroom. "Yes, she is safe now."
Mina stilled at his words. "You have got to be kidding me," she said in disbelief as she looked at him over her shoulder.
But Pops was already closing his bedroom door to pack.
Jesse stepped outside Charcoal Groove, his coat folded in his arm. The door slammed firmly behind him by the toon gorilla bouncer.
He looked up to see a silhouette of a finely dressed gentleman with a suitcase. Even in the dark alley, the tip and head of his cane glinted silver in the moonlight.
"Poppins." What's Mina's butler doing in the human city at this time?
"In the middle of the night?"
"The winds don't wait."
Jesse nodded as though that made sense. Then Poppins spoke.
"You're going to hurt her someday."
He felt himself sucked in air and his muscles tensed at his words.
"Who?" but then he already know the answer.
"The company you tend to attract, Jesse, can be quite obsessive about you."
Jesse gritted his teeth. So much for sentimental goodbyes, Pops was going away with a shiner if he keeps along to that vein. "I can pro-"
Poppins continued on as though he hadn't spoken. "You see her as a pure soul. But you?"
Mina didn't have to order him to get a background check on the male toon. Jesse's Cartoon City registration started the same time the shady side of toon showbiz had boomed in the 1920s before it was loosely banned. If he had been drawn for just singing entertainment, Poppins wouldn't know.
"You see yourself tainted. Someone who had seen too much. Probably been too much."
Jesse was too surprise to even glare at him. Poppins was talking in that I-know-better-than-you manner but his voice was bordering to sympathetic.
"And you're going to sacrifice anything and everything you've got just for her. Because you don't think you're worth it."
Poppins' dark eyes shone at him in the night. "And that's what's going to hurt her."
The wind whistled by, flapping their suit jackets. Poppins twirled his cane over his head. His feet lifted off the ground and the wind carried him away like a floating dandelion seed.
May Poppins be hit by a well-placed lightning.
Jesse scowled, remembering his departing words. The way he said them, it was as though he was prophesying. Ridiculous. He wouldn't let anyone touch her.
Which might be impossible for this case, for they were in a crowded area at the present time.
Rhoda bounced happily ahead with his hand in tow. She looked back at him eagerly and Jesse couldn't help but let a smile show on his face.
After being told "no" for weeks, she finally agreed after Jesse tricked her to say "yes" when she got him to banter with her.
He knew she still felt awkward about dating so he simply took her to the fair. Popcorns, balloons, games and rides. What more could a fun-loving bunny asked for?
And it's friendly enough to make her feel at ease.
"Jesse, look! A rifle game inspired by Buggy and Daphne and Elma Fudd!"
Sure enough, rifles were laid across the booth and in the distance, duck and bunny cutouts with target circles.
Rhoda looked warily at the rifles, remembering the pistol in her nightmare. She took a deep inhale. It had been just a dream.
"You know how to shoot?"
Snapped out of her thoughts, Rhoda shook her head. "Do you?"
Jesse paid the game master and held up a small-bore rifle. "I'm more skillful with a pistol," he tossed it from one hand to another before aiming it. "But this will do."
The air rang with fired shots.
Rhoda's mouth hung open at the successive successful shootouts. "That will do, Jesse?" she echoed incredulously, "that will do?"
"It's easy," he replied. Before she knew it, he lifted her on the counter and placed the gun in her hands. She could feel his body's length behind her as he guided her hands. "Let me teach you."
"You sure you wanna go out with 'im t'night?"
Rhoda came out from the divided section of her room, adjusting her yellow-and-blue polka dot bowtie.
Mina watched the wine pour into her glass before uprighting the bottle again. "It would be the third date."
"I know, Mina."
"Guys expect to get some action in the third date."
Rhoda halted in brushing her hair. A cloud projected above her head as she thought outloud.
Mina looked dryly at the cloud's content of swinging fists, explosions and obscene number of flying bullets.
"No, Rhoda. I mean getting into first base."
"We're not going to a baseball-"
"Not that kind of first base, you idiot! A kiss!"
The brush dropped with a clatter.
"What?! Do I have to?"
Rhoda scrunched the hem of her dress as she looked out of the car window. Now that Jesse was taking her home, her and Mina's past conversation was taunting her.
The car stopped and Rhoda startled.
She was doomed.
"We're here," Jesse said.
Just say good night and get out was Mina's sage advice.
"Good night and get out."
Jesse looked at her in confusion. "What?"
Rhoda banged her head on the dashboard. So much for Mina's sage advice.
"Nothing! Sorry my mind's all abuzz and it must have been one too many carrot sodas a while ago and is it getting hot in here? Whoo boy! We should definitely open the windows! Do you get that sometimes? When you feel like buzzy bee and-" all the while her hands gesticulated as though trying to summon the right words.
"Rhoda," he said quietly.
She instantly fell silent to hear him better.
"What is it?" he continued.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
It was a good thing he wasn't driving when she asked that. He internally felt himself lurch as though Earth stopped after he heard her question.
Momentarily his eyes widen before regaining his composure, his surprise only showing through the slight rise of his voice. "What?"
Rhoda took a big inhale, gesticulating faster. "I said-"
"Only if you want to."
He watched her deflate with relief. That almost hurt. She ran her hand over her ginger hair and rabbit ears. "Oh, okay. It's just that Mina said something about the third date and-"
She froze when Jesse leaned forward across his seat and on hers, his hands resting on either side of her seat.
It was déjà vu of the pantry room incident. But Rhoda could hardly analyze when Jesse was standing so close, she was drowning in his eyes.
"Remember, Rhoda, you have to meet me," he said, his breath ghosting over her lips.
She didn't lean back, nor did she move at all. She could see her eyes reflecting from his green ones, looking just as stricken as she felt.
Gentleman's kiss. Ninety percent. Ten.
He pulled away and Rhoda unlocked the car door.
Long idle fingers play bits and pieces on the aged yellow keys.
The inside of Charcoal Groove was dimly lit as the last remaining employees prepare to close for the night.
His fingers played the first part of Hungarian Rhapsody. It was solemn, in dark tones that stood in contrast with the ancient ivory teeth of the piano.
He thought dating would make Rhoda feel at ease. But in all honesty, he never asked how she felt about him.
His hands traced slow foreboding notes before quickening into cramped musical beads in the air.
They've been going out for weeks and Rhoda had been acting strange.
The symphony began to match his thoughts, his fingers swiftly keying the erratic flow.
She enjoyed their time together, he could see that. But lately at every drive back home, she had been quiet.
Rhoda… being quiet.
The rhythm slowed to more peaceful green-and-blue tones and the muscles on his shoulders eased.
He would ask her but she'd just say "Nothing" or "I'm fine".
The music strode faster like a pace of a hurrying man, a persistent little key rhythmically keeping in beat.
But what did she felt about him? What if she's acting strange because…
His fingers danced out of the pattern into a more upbeat melody, nearing the more vivid, cheerful part that made the piece famous.
And he couldn't. It just didn't match his mood.
He turned to the sound to find the black-and-white Bertie Boop standing in the stage's entrance.
"Whoit are you still doing here?"
He tapped a crescendo on the keys. "Thinking."
Bertie nodded and strode to lean on the piano.
"It's been a whoile since Rhoda Rabbit had a performance here."
Jesse frowned slightly at his words, remembering how infatuated the other man had acted.
"Yes, she mentioned that when we went out," he stated, lightly playing a three-note piece.
There was a pause before Bertie turned to look at him. "You're… seeing each other?"
Jesse brushed back his bangs that had always fall over one eye, to look at him directly with two. "Yes."
There was an awkward silence. But Bertie smiled and shrugged, lifting it away.
"I'm happy for you."
Jesse turned back to the piano feeling internally relieved. He liked Bertie for being down-to-earth and friendly despite being a "hot toon star" in the 20s. Most usually let it in to their heads.
"Was that why you were smiling moire often?"
"You were. You looked moire happy than Oi've seen you."
Jesse paused. He had no answer to that one.
Bertie grinned when Jesse looked down on the piano again. He was usually a pokerface but if being with Rhoda had made him smile like that…
"What a lucky goi!" he laughed, reaching over to slap Jesse on the shoulder.
The black-and-white toon bid goodbye and left, leaving Jesse with his thoughts once again.
His eyes slid to her side as he walked her back to her trailer.
The drive back home had been silent. Again.
Rhoda had sat on the passenger seat, leaning on the window. Again.
She had been silent. Again.
He trained his eyes back to the path. What if she was just being nice all this time? What if she was dragging her heels since day one because she wasn't sure how to tell him no?
Jesse watched her face furrowed in thought. She was still being silent when they climbed up the steps and neared her door.
"Well… good night, Rhoda," he murmured when Rhoda held the doorknob.
Rhoda suddenly turned her back on the door and hopped the railing of the trailer steps. Her brows were still grimly creased in thought as she faced him.
"Can… can I kiss you?"
If he thought the world had stopped when she asked if he wanted her to kiss him, it was nothing compared to now.
"I just want to know if you would like it."
Fifty miles away, a man got suckerpunched in the face.
Jesse stared at her.
Her arms rose up and down agitatedly in front of her as though trying to summon the right words in thin air. "Because what if you won't?! What if –wait, what?"
Emerald eyes bore at her in the moonlight, "If you only want to kiss me for that reason, then no."
Rhoda stood there on top of the railing, hardly believing her ears. He's the one who said dating was a test-run. This was almost the same thing.
"But Jesse, what if you won't like it? I mean, I'm furry! What if-" she faltered, too embarrassed to continue. She hid her face in her hands, wishing the Earth would just swallow her whole.
What if they're not that compatible? What if after was all said and done, Jesse would snap out of it, finding her coat too hot or uncomfortable against him? What if they won't work because they're too different?
His brows scowled at her. "We had a deal, remem-"
"But what if I don't want to give my ten percent?!"
His eyes widened and his chest thumped heavily like a resonation of a heavy blow.
Warm hands cupped his face and he found himself staring into skyblue eyes.
"What if I want to give more than that?"
Jesse could only freeze when her lips ghosted shyly over his before touching his. He could taste (or was it smell?) something sweet and creamy with a hint of carrot cake –her dessert a while ago.
She pulled back, surprisingly out of breath, standing back from tipped toes. Her eyes caught his inquiringly that still bared his surprise.
It was chaste, it was innocent and it was certainly neither a ten nor a ninety.
She just gave him a hundred.
Sometime in the 1950s…
"It was nice to finally meet you, Rhoda Rabbit!" a human woman declared. Behind her, her teenage son looked around, bored.
Rhoda beamed when the woman asked for her autograph, "You too, Ma'am! It's always nice to see people enjoy our shows."
The mother chuckled, "Not just me, really. You were my son's childhood crush."
The teenager who was standing around apathetically, suddenly sputtered. "Mom! She's old and married and that was a long time ago!" he exclaimed before storming off.
The mother laughed and winked at Rhoda, "Can you sign that for him?"
Rhoda watched the mother's retreating form. Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Old and married? Really?" Jesse asked dryly. Toons don't age.
She chuckled, "Well, I am old and married." Her thumb rubbed over her ring beneath her glove as memories came back to her. Who knew?
Jesse must have seen her glance at it. "Remember when…"
They were sitting idly on the bench in the park. Or more specifically, Jesse was sitting on the bench and Rhoda was comfortably perched on his shoulder.
Toon crickets chirped a lazy lullaby from afar as constellations in the toon sky move and twinkled.
"Jesse, there's something that I've been wondering about."
The humanoid turned his head to his bunny girlfriend. She looked back to him with a solemn gaze. Rhoda uncurled his arm around her calves and hopped off his shoulder to face him better.
"It's been in the back of my mind but I never had the nerve to ask."
Jesse's response was his eyes to widen slightly in curiosity as Rhoda took a deep breath.
"Remember when you first encountered my I'm-such-a-natural-disaster-guys-get-hurt-around-me trait?"
Her yellow-gloved hands clenched at her sides. "Did-you-look-up-when-I-jumped-over-you?" she babbled, her face crimson red.
A beat of silence as Jesse stared at her.
"Rhoda, you were wearing black tap shorts."
"Aaaaauuuurrrghh!" she yelled, yanking her ears over her eyes.
"I didn't see anything inappropriate, Rhoda," he calmly said as she went through her stages of embarrassment: freeze, fluster, flip out.
"Even so! That's only a sight for a doctor or a husband to see! It's a rule! This is just-"
A smile, more pronounced than usual for Jesse, lit his eyes. She just gave him a way to introduce the topic.
"That could be arranged."
Rhoda put a hand on her face, "I thought you were planning to study medicine at first!"
His low laughter teased her ears. "Marrying you was the plan all along," he said casually as he matched her pace.
His wife stumbled before righting up. "You're kidding me!"
"I'm not," he reached for her hand as they walk along. He had to reflect a lot when he realized that he was in love with a rabbit. "I knew what I wanted."
Rhoda was still looking at him with outright disbelief, "No."
"Yes," he smirked and scooped her up to his eye level. "What part of 'I'm coming for you' did you not understand?"