Willow's Whims
Willow Tree Knocked on the wooden door and waited patiently for somepony to answer. Spike opened the door looking tired and irritated. He grumbled a greeting to the brown mare and gestured for her to come in. She walked past him and saw Jasmine inside. She looked tired too. Her hair was tangled and her fur was ruffled. Draven and Sookie were screaming their heads off and tugging on their mothers tail. The other four infants were playing around on the covers of the bed.
"Wow, you guys really getting the hang of 'The Parent Look'," Willow said, chuckling.
"I swear they do this on purpose. They sleep all day, except for when I watch them, of course, then, they have random outbursts during the night," Spike groaned.
"Well, I wouldn't say that, Spike..."
"What do you mean?"
"They don't sleep all day. They take short naps and they most certainly do not do what they do on purpose."
"So, they knock stuff down and climb all over me by accident?"
"What? Yes... no... They can't be held accountable for what they do."
"Jazz, they are capable of much more than you think."
"Their just babies, Spike!"
"Babies that secretly plot about how to make trouble and messes for their parents!"
"Spike!"
"Jasmine!"
"And Willow Tree, together in the house but apparently, the couple forgot she was there and began arguing over the antics of their offspring!" Jasmine and Spike turned to look at the strange nurse. "What? I'm having a little fun here."
"We weren't arguing... We were just... discussing things... about our children," Jasmine said, glancing at Spike.
"Sorry you had to see us arguing, Tree." Spike apologized. Jasmine glared at him. "What? No sense in denying it."
"I just said we weren't arguing,"
"But that wasn't true..."
"You're not supposed to say we were fighting, Spike."
Willow Tree waved a hoof in dismissal. "I was enjoying the show, actually."
"But we were."
"That's not the point!"
"What point?!"
"Spike!"
"What?!"
"For the love of Celestia..." Jasmine facepalmed and rubbed her forehead. "I don't even know..." Spike stared at her for a second and she glanced at him.
"You need a hug?"
"Yea... Come here, my crazy dragon."
"Aw, my sweet draconaquus..."
"Okay, now I'm bored and disgusted," Willow Tree said in a flat tone and reached into her saddlebags. She pulled out a sleeping figure and threw it at the hugging couple.
Gah! Ouch! The sleeping creature rose and yawned and stretched. Jeez, I can't even enjoy a midday nap nowadays.
Jasmine and Spike stared at the creature, a fuzzy, striped, and very large zebra rat. "Science?! Is that you?" The rat, obviously named Science, grinned and squeaked excitedly.
Oh, hey! What's up, Jasmine! Science looked Spike up and down. Hey, Spike. I see you're still with her. She hasn't gotten tired of you yet?
"Science..." Jasmine said in a warning tone.
"Still the same old rat attitude, I see." Spike mumbled.
Hey! I'll have you know that I am as young as I look...and I look very young!
"Yea, you keep thinking that," Willow said, rolling her eyes. "Anyways, I thought it would be fun to watch you guys, specifically Spike, listen to the meaningless chatter the funny-looking rat has to offer!"
"What is wrong with you?" Spike groaned.
"Well, I like sparkly vamponies and I enjoy your awkwardness. That's two things."
Can I be the babysitter?! Science squeaked.
"Why?" Spike questioned.
"Since when do you like babies?" Jasmine asked.
Please. I don't have to like them. I just want to sit on the babies! Willow was on the floor, laughing loudly in seconds. Jasmine and Spike shared a look before face clawing.
"And that's what a babysitter is," Jasmine said. "Do you understand why you can't sit on the younglings now?"
Science nodded. Yea, I do but now the whole babysitting thing seems much less exciting.
"What's exciting about sitting on babies?!" Spike asked in exasperation. Science gave him a sideways look.
Everything. Willow Tree laughed again and turned towards the door.
"As fun as this is, I wanna see if Night Flower is making a complete fool of himself with Shy Heart," she said as she headed out. Science didn't even bat an eye.
We should totally hang out with her more, Jasmine. Oh, and Spike?
"Yes?"
If you scratch behind my ears, I'll be your besty forever.
Once outside, Willow Tree had only gotten so far before she ran right into a big, pink cloud. She stared at it in wonder, noting its large size and strange color. She also noticed that it smelled very sweet. Touching it with her hoof, she realized that it was very fragile. Some of the soft, pink fluff stuck to her chocolate-colored hoof as she pulled it away.
I wonder if...? Willow put the fluff to her lips and licked it off her hoof.
"Just as I suspected," she mumbled. She sat on her haunches and ripped off more of the fluff. "It's a cotton candy cloud. Why would anypony leave such good candy to waste?" She ate the candy cotton off in her hoof and leaned forward to nibble on the candy cloud itself. "This tastes amazing...wait what's this?" She lifted a hoof and saw that it was dripping with a brown, sweet-scented liquid. "Could this be...?" lick. "Oh my goddess...It is! It's freaking chocolate milk! Where's a cup when you need it?!" Willow grinned and hopped around. Then, she stopped and frowned. "Boy, if that wasn't chocolate milk...this would've been a whole different situation..."
"I'm glad you're enjoying my handiwork but can you stop eating my resting place?" Willow looked up, startled to see a rather amused male draconaquus staring down at her. "You're disturbing my beauty sleep."
"Beauty sleep?" Willow scoffed. "Trust me, that won't help you even a little."
"My dear, are you calling me ugly?" Discord chose that moment to distort his face in a comical way.
Willow took a step back with a yelp. "Now you've made it worse! Besides, I wasn't calling you ugly. I'm just saying, you aren't what I would call a 'pretty boy'."
"Ah, you mares and your standards. Would you prefer me like this?" Discord snapped his claws and turned into a stallion. Willow's jaw dropped and she stared in surprise. "Dashing, aren't I?" Willow didn't respond. She blinked. "Speechless?" Discord appeared next to her and he wrapped a hoof around her barrel. "Do my pony hooves excite you?"
Willow shook her head and pushed him away. "First of all, ew. Second of all, nopony says 'dashing' anymore," Willow thought for a moment. "Well, except for that Rarity girl. Don't know what's up with her. She's a born snoot, you know?"
"While I do agree, seriously, stop eating my bed. I'm really trying to take a nap here." Willow took a glob of fluff from the cotton candy cloud and stuffed it in her mouth. She smirked at Discord's irritated expression. "You...don't comply to orders or rules very well...do you?"
"What gave it away?"
Discord smiled. I think I can learn to be friends with this one.
Willow scowled. Why the heck is he smiling at me like that? "You better not be getting any ideas, Mismatch!"
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Little Miss Fiesty."