Lavender put her maid outfit into the washing machine after a hard day’s work. Several prominent families in Fillydelphia employed her to clean their mansions due to her reputation for being completely thorough. She had been doing this for over five years now; ever since she left the Wonderbolt Academy. She was happy: she had a job doing what she loved, was paid well, and…
“Mommymommymommymommymommymommy!”
A small colt came galloping in and ran circles through her legs. He was almost the spitting image of his father with a yellow coat. The only differences were that his mane and tail were a pale shade of yellow—verging on white—and he was a pegasus.
Lavender tried to pin down the colt, but he was proving to be too fast and energetic for the exhausted mare to catch easily. Soon, the colt was too slow trying to run between her and the washing machine and she snatched him up and blew raspberries into his belly, causing him to squeal.
“Gotcha,” Lavender said triumphantly before setting the colt back down. “Did Grandpa bring you home already Lemon Fresh.”
“Yeah,” Lemon Fresh replied. “He’s on the couch and said that an ‘old geezer needs rest.’ What’s a geezer?”
Lavender couldn’t help but smile at the scrunched up face on the young colt. His mouth was pursed shut, nose wrinkled and eyes slightly crossed. It was adorable.
“It’s just something Grandpa likes to call himself these days,” Lavender explained.
“Oh,” Lemon Fresh beamed. “Can we play now mommy?”
“You mean you haven’t had enough playtime with Grandpa?” Lavender shook her head amused. “Not yet, Mommy needs to get cleaned up first.”
“Awww,” Lemon Fresh moaned in disappointment. He immediately perked back up though. “Grandpa tells cool stories about the Wonderbolts. I can’t believe he was one! Do you think I’ll be a Wonderbolt?”
Lavender nuzzled the colt, causing him to squeal. “Only if you want to be.”
“YEAH!” Lemon Fresh cheered, escaped her grasp and ran out of the room before turning back for a second. “I love you Mommy.”
Lavender chuckled as she walked down the hallway. She stopped in front of two pictures on the wall. One showed her and Limoncello holding their son a few months after he was born, and the other was a picture that used to be on her bedside table for several years her entire fillyhood. She looked deep into the brown eyes of the scarlet pony and put her hoof to the face behind the glass.
“I love you too, darling,” Lavender said softly before turning away.