Work Text:
It was a pure coincidence that Rosita and Bonnie discovered that all their combined kids shared a birthday. Judy was turning 25, while the piglets were turning 7 and the bunnies were turning 6. Finding a cake appropriate for 51 kids was a difficult task, and while Rosita was fetching the party supplies, Bonnie found herself scrambling to find a bakery that could accept such a large order.
She was certain that even in the mainland of Zootopia the elephants did not have a large enough bakery to craft a cake for her kids and step-kids.
Normally, Bonnie had herself under control, but this was the first year she was spending with her new wife, and they had moved to a new, larger home to accommodate everyone, but the stove in the house was far from large enough to be helpful.
Both Norman and Stu would be coming to the party as well, and she was certain that the entire theater family was going to come and celebrate as well. Finding a venue was difficult, but Buster's boyfriend's grandma had connections apparently, and was able to pull some strings and rent out a retired ballroom that was used for weddings and proms in the past.
At her wit's end, she slumped down at the kitchen table, mulling over her options. The birthday was in two days, and despite searching for weeks now, no bakery she found could take such a large order. She wanted each of her babies, step-babies included, to have a slice of a cake that was designed with all of them in mind, but it seemed impossible to complete this feat. Just as she was about to start crying, the front door opened, and in walked both Gunter and Rosita, the kids in tow.
Right away, the adults noticed the solemn expression on Bonnie's face, and Gunter led the children to the living room. "Is everything alright?" Roista's voice cut through her stress like butter, and she could only sigh.
"It's the cake. I can't find anyone to bake the cake. I asked Gideon, and then I called over a dozen bakeries, but none of them can do an order like this. What do we do?"
Humming, Rosita cupped her wife's face and kissed her cheek. "We'll figure it out, HoneyBunny." As if summoned, Gunter poked his face into the room.
"We should bake cuppy-cakes!" He suggested, hopping over beside them. "We can like totally get that done."
Slowly, Bonnie lifted her eyes to her lover's co-star. "Cupcakes could work.. I don't know how we'll find enough time, but we could try that."
The wives sat down at the table and made a dozen phone calls, rallying up their available friends for help. Starting a group chat, they quickly decided that everyone could bake some cupcakes at their own home and bring them. While it was an uncommon way of solving the problem, it was a solution that shortened the extensive list of preparations from the shoulders of the wives.
The party finally arrived, and everyone started to bring in their cupcake creations, and the mothers watched in amusement and surprise. Buster brought in cupcakes that were under-baked but decorated like a professional, while Ash brought in sloppy and burnt piles of rocks that she called cupcakes.
Gunter brought in cupcakes that all had his face on them, and Nooshy brought cupcakes that had crushed hot cheetohs on top of them, which she insisted added flavor. Meena, Miss Crawley, and Gideon all brought in cupcakes that were professionally crafted, and Porsha brought a few store-bought cupcakes.
As soon as the regular catering had arrived, everyone dug into their taco bar, the children scarfing down their food with the urgency of someone who wanted to get back on the bouncy house as soon as animalisticly possible.
Gunter did the same, for the same reason, while the rest of the teenagers and adults sat and enjoyed their food in a slower manner. As the evening continued, everyone seemed to be having a great time as they karaoked, bounced in the bouncy house, danced, and played the different party games that the two mothers and two fathers had brainstormed into existence together.
One of the games involved them pinning a cotton-tail on Gunter, who ran around gleefully, being tackled by the army of children several times. Another game involved the kids shooting down cups with nerf guns, which they also turned on Gunter with, ending with him covered in spots of blue and orange nerf darts.
All together, the kids laughed and spun in joy, and finally the time for cupcakes approached. The kids all took a cupcake or two and ate them alongside their siblings, some of them sharing one and tearing them apart with their little hooves and paws, and the wives watched gleefully.
Bonnie appeared beside Rosita, holding a cupcake in her hand. She pulled it apart and gently pushed the puffy pastry towards her pig wife, who laughed and carefully ate it. Just like at their wedding, they took turns feeding each other gently, while chaos began to reign again as the kids decided that hitting Gunter with pool noodles was yet another fun and entertaining game.
Shaking their heads and smiling, Bonnie and Rosita leaned against each other, making mental notes to thank their friends later for being so forthcoming and helpful. They especially decided to thank Gunter.