Pinkie Pie was extremely nerviexcited as she was awoken by the cries of Pound Cake. It was the second day of the Cakes being gone and Lucky Clover was coming again today. Over the night Pinkie had a dream about her and Lucky it went something like this.
"Good Morning Honey do you want me to take care of the foal this morning." Lucky said slowing getting out of bed and stretching his limbs.
"Yes please I am so tired from that cupcake eating contest I think I might die." Lucky chuckled.
"Well I better get the foal then." Lucky walked down the hall way to the little room where the baby was crying. The little bundle of terror had all of his mothers energy and he liked to put it to use. He had a dark grey coat and big blue eyes, is mane was short and wavy with black and pink spun through it. His name was Happy-go Lucky, for he had his mom's happiness and his dads luck. He was currently crying in his crib but stopped once his father picked him up and brought him to his own bed. Pinkie was still laying there in a cupcake induced coma, untill Lucky was brought within the barriers of the room. She shot out of bed like a frosting powered rocket and scooped her boy from his father.
"How is my Happy boy today! You're happy of course. You're my foal and any foal of mine is sure to be happy."
"Wow, I wish you would wake up to me with that enthusiasm." Pinkie gave him a pitiful look and set Happy on the bed. "Oh I'm sorry Happy is taking all the attention from you." She leaned up and gave him a big passionate kiss that made even him open his eyes in surprise. They continued kissing until Happy started crying again and had to reluctantly part and take care of there little foal. To get the munchkin to stop crying Pinkie played his favorite game.
"Where's mommy?...Here I am!Where's mommy?...Here I am!" Happy was in a fit of giggles once again, and Lucky picked him up.
"What should we have for breakfast champ?" Happy spurted out a bunch of nonsense. "Oatmeal? I love oatmeal!" Said Lucky excitedly. The two happily tromped down the hall to the kitchen together in pursuit of oatmeal. Pinkie let out a contended sigh.
"How did my life get so good?"
Pinkie laughed at herself. She'd never have a chance with a good looking, smart, strong, lucky stallion like him. But she could hope right? Pinkie went into the nursery and fed Pound Cake his morning bottle deciding to let Pumpkin sleep for as long as possible. She couldn't get her mind of that dream and it made it hard to concentrate on the shop and the foals.
Lucky walked into the store with high hopes. Today was the day he was going to ask Pinkie out. Of course she wouldn't say yes. She was a funny, talented, happy, enthusiastic, beautiful mare that would never go for an average joe like him. She probably wanted a powerful unicorn or an expert pegasus flyer, not a regular earth pony like him. But he was going to ask her out anyway who knows what could happen? He rung the bell on the front counter. "Pinkie are you here. Iv'e come to help you again."
"SHUUUUUUUUUSH. Pumpkin Cake is still sleeping."
"Oh my Celestia, I am so sorry, I didn't know. I figured since you had Pound Cake, Pumpkin Cake was up too." All of a sudden a huge wail came from up the stairs. Pinkie was already trotting toward them but a big wall of grey stopped her. "I caused this I should fix it." And up he went to get Pumpkin Cake. He picked the bundle of orange in his arm and hopped down the stairs. Pumpkin was already cooing in his arms, and Pinkie noticed. "Hey little girl what do you wan't for breakfast?" A string of incoherable babble came from the little filly's mouth. "Was that oatmeal I hear? Guess what? I love oatmeal!" The two tromped into the kitchen. Hmmm this is just like in my dream. Maybe he will kiss me too! Pinkie followed the silly pair into the kitchen where Lucky was already heating up a pot for oatmeal, with pumpkin on his back pulling at his mane.
The store didn't open for another thirty minuets so Pinkie set Pound on the floor and started preparing the first batch of cupcakes and cookies for the day. While Lucky was feeding the foals, Pinkie watched him. Noticing all the cute things he does when he interacts with them. Letting them hit him with the dirty spoon and showing them how to scoop it with the spoon. He was enthusiastic about kids from what Pinkie could tell. To confirm this Pinkie asked him a question. "Do you plan to have kids?". Lucky looked over at her with a quizzical expression.
"Of course I do, Foals are my favorite things to play with. They just make me feel happy like I am a kid with them." Pinkie agreed with him 100% of course. Once they were finished and cleaned up it was time for the shop to open and to handle the morning crowd. Lucky was in the kitchen cooking the bagels and keeping an eye on the twins while Pinkie was taking orders and collecting the money.
It took about two hours of hard work to get through the morning rush and by 11:00 they were the only two left in the store, along with Pound and Pumpkin Cake. They decided to split a bagel with there coffees. "Cheers to getting through the morning rush." They smacked they drinks together and took a bite out of their bagel. They both went back to the kitchen to get prepared for the Lunch shift with a twin on there backs when they heard the door ring.
"NOPONY MOVES NOPONY GETS HURT!" Pinkie started to head for the front but Lucky stopped her. He handed Pound cake to her and poked his head through the door. What he saw was frightening. About Five or six ponies with face masks on were rummaging through the shelves and display cases. Lucky took his head out of the door and slowly backed up. He pointed toward the dry ingredients closet and they both slowly opened and walked in trying to not make a sound. Thank god the twins were asleep. Suddenly the kitchen door swung open and all of the robbers piled in they had burlap sacks and were filling them to the brim with sweets. They didn't seem to have taken any money only cupcakes, cookies, eclairs and doughnuts. In a matter of minuets they were gone all of the sweets taken with them.
As soon as they heard the door slam shut Lucky and Pinkie shot out of the closet. Lucky immediately checked the cash register. Every thing was accounted for. "Everything's here except for all the deserts. Who robs a baking store and doesn't take any money?"
"How did you know to go in the closet?" Pinkie asked marveling at Lucky's genius.
"Because any sensible robber wouldn't want to steal flour and baking soda, and I knew that this closet was labeled so I figured my best chance of keeping you safe was in here. Oh and the twins of coarse, not just you but I would protect you no matter what but of course the foals come first I don't know why I said just you I meant all of you of coarrrrrrr."His sentence turned into a moan as Pinkie pressed her lips to his. "What was that for?" He said blushing wildly and grinning from ear to ear.
"Just a token of my appreciation." Pinkie said in a sultry tone.
"Maybe we should get robbed everyday." Pinkie giggled and put Pumpkin and Pound in the play pen to sleep. They had to close the shop early because all of there inventory was stolen. The rest of the day they spent making deserts to try to fill the gap but it wasn't even close from what they had before.
Lucky and Pinkie lay exhausted on the kitchen floor covered in powdered sugar and sweat. The twins had gone to bed hours ago for it was the middle of the night. "I should probably get going. Are the Cakes getting back tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Pinkie said in a slightly regretful tone because she knew that Lucky would have to stop working here unless... "Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything."
"Did you enjoy working here?"
"Every second."
"Well if you want I could refer you to Mr and Mrs. Cake. You're a great baker and you're great with kids. I could tell them that if you really want me to."
"I would love that."