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Another month of life down, another month spent with Anacrusis. Recently, his language has expanded dramatically. He used the word “Bombastic” (Properly, I might add) the other day. I honestly hadn’t even heard that word in a few years up to that point. I actually had to go get the dictionary (Away from everypony else, of course) to remind myself what it meant, and then it made sense. The little pocket dictionary we keep in the bookshelf was missing. I don’t need two guesses to know who took it. I guess I know what I’m getting some special colt for his first birthday.
In other news, Flutterheart’s officially pregnant again. I swear, I said a special little prayer hoping that I gave her a filly. I have no idea what she’ll do to me if it isn’t.
Missing a dictionary,
“Alright, so Anacrusis is headed off to summer camp for the weekend, and I’m going to be spending the weekend in Canterlot with the girls. Flutterwing’s friends will be over around 7. Dinner’s in the fridge, there’s a movie at 8, although there are some in the cabinet if they don’t want to go see that one. You know where the boardgames are, and-”
“Flutterheart, I got this.” said Trey, putting a hoof up, smiling at her.
“Are you sure? I mean, Twilight totally had this planned ahead of time before Flutterwing wanted to have the sleepover and-”
“Don’t worry, honey, I got this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Really? Because I can cancel if you need the help! I don’t want to leave you swamped and-” she started, before Trey quickly kissed her, silencing her to nothing but a gasp and sigh.
“I got this.” he said, giving her another kiss. She stepped back, smiling at him, picking her saddlebags up, hoisting them on her back.
“I’ll feel a lot better if the cottage remains standing when I get back. Can you at least promise me that?” she asked, giving him a mischievous smile.
“How many kisses is that worth to you?” he asked, flashing her the same smile.
“You’ll get none if the cottage isn’t here.” she said, giving him a little nuzzle before giving him another kiss. He gently put his neck next to hers, hugging her.
“I’m going to miss you.” he said, rubbing her back.
“I won’t.” she said, giving a small, sly laugh.
“Yoohoo! Fluttershy!” yelled Rarity from outside the cottage.
“Sounds like you’re all set to go. Have fun!” said Trey, giving her a quick kiss.
“I’ll do my best. I love you!” she said, nuzzling his nose.
“I love you, too. More than anything. Have fun! Bye!” he said, giving her another quick kiss before sending her out the door. He watched from the window until she disappeared from view.
The doorbell rang, sending Flutterwing galloping to the door, skidding across the floor.
“Oh, hey, Cherry!” she said, welcoming Chocolate Cherry into the house. Since Anacrusis was gone for the weekend, she was more than happy to spend some quality time with Flutterwing as well.
Cherry hugged her, closing the door behind her as they trotted off to the living room. Trey smiled at them, reading in the other room, waiting for the other guests to appear. Soon enough, the doorbell rang, sending Flutterwing rushing to the door before Trey even had time to get up.
“Yay! Butterscotch!” he heard her say, shortly before a butterscotch colored filly with an equal colored mane trotted in. Her mother waved goodbye, giving Trey a small nod before trotting off. They retired to the living room again. Trey decided to loiter by the door, waiting for the doorbell while keeping an eye on them. They were having fun starting a game of cards, giggling about some names Trey assumed were some colts at school. Perhaps Flutterwing would get her first special somepony soon. He heard a small, timid knock at the door, promptly answering it to find a small, white filly with a beret staring up at him in fear.
“Now, Easel, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” said her mother, reaching down to nuzzle her in comfort. Trey gave her a friendly smile, calling Flutterwing to the door. Easel put on a big smile and galloped in to meet her.
“She’ll warm up, don’t worry.” said her mother, giving him a friendly smile.
“Oh, I’m not worried. They’ll have fun, I’m sure.”
“Is Fluttershy not in?”
“She’s spending the weekend in Canterlot with her friends.”
“Oh. Well, good luck with that. Don’t let them wear you down.”
“Are you kidding? I’m a teacher. This’ll be easy.”
“Well, good luck with that. I’ll come around and pick her up in the morning. Have fun, Easel!”
“Yes, Mommy!” she yelled from the living room.
“Daddy, come play with us!”
“What? You fillies will do just fine on your own. Besides, I don’t want to win.” he said, looking for an excuse to let them have their own fun.
“But...” started Flutterwing, beginning the onslaught of the puppy dog eyes she’d inherited from her mother.
“No, don’t do that.” he said. She continued to widen her eyes.
“Hnnnng....” he muttered, trying to avert his gaze.
“...fine.” he conceded, trotting off to the living room.
“And the topic is...slimy!” said Trey, throwing down a card. Flutterwing, Cherry, Butterscotch, and Easel threw their cards in the pile. He gathered them up and layed them out, reading them off.
“Slimy...let’s see...we have...Manes.” he said, reading the first card. “Not unless somepony hasn’t heard of good hygiene. Then there’s...mold. That’s a good one. Let’s see...trumpets. Well, now, that just isn’t fair.” said Trey, sending the girls into hysterics. “We’ll just toss that one out.” he said, throwing it into the “reject” pile.
“But wait! What if the trumpet got covered in slime?” asked Cherry, pleading her case.
“It didn’t say ‘Slime covered trumpets’, did it?” he said slyly.
“Well...no, but use your imagination.”
“Psh. It’s Summer, I’m on break. I’m not going to use my imagination for a while. DENIED!”
“Aw...” she said, laying her head low.
“And, last but not least...oh, come on, really? Stallions? Was that the best you could do?” he said, to which the girls laughed again. “Stallions. No. Just...no.” he said, tossing it into the reject pile. “So we’re left with manes, and mold. I think we know the obvious answer. Mold it is.”
“Yay!” said Easel, gathering the card.
“Wait, she has 5 already? I only got three...” said Butterscotch.
“I was so close...” said Flutterwing, spreading out her 4.
“I feel terrible.” said Cherry, who didn’t have any winning topics at all. Flutterwing laughed at her as Trey whinnied at his two.
“Wanna play again?” asked Flutterwing.
“You fillies go ahead. I think I might go watch some TV.”
“But...I want you to play with us...”
“Yeah, you’re like...the cool dad.” said Cherry.
“Well, thanks, but you fillies need to have some fun without me! I can’t be there for everything! What if you wanted to talk about all the cute colts?”
“And makeovers? Aren’t those common? And pillow fights?”
“Makeovers? That sounds fun!” said Flutterwing.
“Yeah!” said the girls, as they clamored upstairs. Trey trotted to his room, turning on the TV, hearing the fillies laugh upstairs.
“Nothin’ to it.” he said to himself, flipping to “Dr. Whooves”.
“Daddy?” he heard Flutterwing yell.
“Yes, Little Flutters?” he answered, trotting to the staircase.
“Um...something’s wrong. We need your help.” she said, as he heard the other girls laugh.
“I don’t know how to explain it. We just need you to fix something.”
Trey raised his eyebrow. “Alright then.”
He trotted upstairs, pushing open Flutterwing’s door, seeing nopony there.
“Hello?” he asked, trotting further inside. He heard loud laughter as he was suddenly tackled to the ground, Cherry and Flutterwing laying on his back, preventing him from moving.
“Get me the comb!”said Flutterwing, as Butterscotch used her magic to give her one.
“What are you doing?” asked Trey, fearing an answer he knew was coming.
“It’s a makeover, silly!” said Cherry.
“Oh, no, no, no...” he said, struggling against the weight of the two ponies on top of him.
“It’ll be fun!” said Flutterwing, using the comb to braid Trey’s hair.
“No, please stop...” said Trey, sighing, laying his head on the floor, awaiting the end of his doom.
“There!” said Flutterwing, hopping off of Trey. Easel held a mirror up to his face, revealing a long braid, complete with glitter and some fresh blueberry-mango-peach-melon-strawberry-carrot-cucumber-grape hair spray, infused with aloe vera, Keratin, and assorted vitamins and minerals for long-lasting strength, shine, and brilliance. He had a small amount of blush on his cheeks, and a horribly mangled attempt at lipstick smudged on his upper lip and nose.
“You’re beautiful, Mr. Trey!” said Butterscotch.
“Yeah...” said Trey. “...B.E.A. Utiful.”
“You girls want to go to the movie now?” asked Flutterwing. Trey’s eyes opened wide in fear.
“I’m not going out looking like this.” said Trey.
“But you’re beautiful, Daddy!”
“I can’t go out looking like this.” he said.
“Please?” asked Flutterwing, giving him the puppy dog eyes. The other three followed suit.
‘Dammit.’ thought Trey.
“So, uh...you look...beautiful.” said the ticket vendor, stifling a snicker.
“Yeah, my daughter’s got some amazing makeup skills.” said Trey, in a ludicrously high-pitched voice, trying to make a joke out of the entire situation.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure your wife will be EAGER to kiss you once you get back home.”
“Heh. We’ll see.” he said, accepting the tickets. “Come on, fillies.” he added, rounding them up, trying to quickly shuffle through the lobby.
“Ay! Mr. Trey! You look stunning!” yelled one of his students. “Can’t wait to see you in Summer band like that!”
“You’re going to fail REAL fast!” he yelled back, giving him a snarky smile. They both laughed, and settled in to their respective theaters.
“You uh...look beautiful.” said Frosty Freeze, giving each of the fillies their ice cream.
“I did that!” said Flutterwing, beaming at Frosty.
“Oh, is that so? I wish MY daughter made me look as pretty as you.” he said to Trey. Trey simply gave him a small shrug.
“Yeah, why don’t you just ask her? I’m sure she’ll be glad to do it.”
“Heh. No.” he said. Trey rolled his eyes.
“Ready to head back home, girls? Everything’s fixing to close, anyway.”
“Thank you, Mr. Trey!!!”
“Oh, it was no problem. Let’s just hurry and get home before it gets too late.”
“Everypony said you were pretty, Daddy! Did we do a good job?”
“Apparently. Now, let’s get home and get ready for a pillow fight.”
“Yay!” shouted the fillies in unison.
The familiar sizzle of hay bacon wafted about the cottage as Trey, still clad in the braided hairstyle, cooked up breakfast. Chocolate Cherry slowly trotted in, rubbing her eyes.
“Oh, hey Cherry. Finally woke up, eh?”
“Yeah, The other three are still dead on the floor.”
“Well, they’re going to miss out if they don’t wake up.”
“Perhaps you need to wake them from the dead, like Neighkenstien.”
“Payback for the braid and lipstick I suppose.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“It’s all good. You ponies were happy, that’s all that matters.”
“Yeah, that’s the most fun I’ve had in years. Thanks a lot, Trey!”
“Eh. I just got drug around everywhere. Thank Flutterwing for the fun. Speak of the Devil!” he said, as Flutterwing slowly dragged her hooves in the kitchen, flopping her head down on the table.
“Mmmm?” asked Flutterwing, moaning.
“Bacon.” said Trey.
“Bacon.” she said, trying to smile.
A loud thud banged against the front door. Trey opened the door to find Derpy laying on the mat, rubbing her head.
“You alright, Derpy?”
“Oh, yeah, just fell! I really need to be more careful...” she said, smiling.
“Oh, hey Mom!” said Cherry, trotting up and hugging her.
“Cherry!” Derpy yelled, hugging her tight. “I missed you!”
“I was only gone one night, Mom.”
“Well I still missed you. It’s not the same making muffins alone.”
“You made muffins AGAIN?”
Derpy smiled. “Yep! Chocolate chip flavor!”
“That...actually sounds pretty good. Need some help finishing them?”
“Maybe...I kinda made a mess in the kitchen and I don’t remember how to clean it up.”
Cherry rolled her eyes and smiled at Trey and Flutterwing. “Guess I’ll see you later, then. Thanks! It was fun!”
“Can I join, too?” asked Derpy. Trey laughed.
“The cottage is still standing!” yelled Fluttershy, stepping in the door. “Treyngel? How’d everything go?”
“You tell me.” he said, appearing from around the corner. Fluttershy gasped.
Fluttershy smiled, trying to stifle laughter, partially for how ridiculous Trey looked, but partially because of how sweet she found it that he put up with it. Not to mention how adorable Flutterwing was trying to be.
“Just don’t even ask.” he said. Fluttershy blushed a little, trotting over to him to give him a huge, tender kiss.
“Just one?” asked Trey. Fluttershy smiled and gave him another one as Flutterwing looked on.
“Don’t worry, it’s worth more than a kiss.” she said, turning to hug Flutterwing.
“Mommy, do you like how pretty I made Daddy?”
Fluttershy nuzzled Flutterwing’s nose.
“Of course. You should do it more often!”
“Oh, sweet Celestia, no...”
Fluttershy laughed as Flutterwing beamed in excitement.