YOU'RE GONNA DO WHAT?! o.O
So after my first session, I felt a bit better. But that dosen't mean that I don't miss her. And it does help a bit that they were friends and one of the ways that she help both me and Dashie get better is to hang out. Like have dinner together,have lunch. You know stuff like that.
Now,you might be wondering 'Soarin,you going to have kids to a woman you don't even love. What are you two gonna do about it?'
Well.....Of course I'm not abandoning Spitfire and leaving her to take care of the kids. I am the father after all. So we decided to live together and raise the kids together most likely in my place,since we bought a house with at least 5 bedrooms. And our reason for making that decision:so one of us won't have the problem of answering the question 'Daddy/Mommy,Where's Mommy/Daddy?' 
We were aloud to see other people. But it'll probably be only Spitfire. Since I'm sure as hell am not replacing Dash with any other girl.
I know,she's dead,and I can find someone else to date. But I don't think that any girl will fill the void Dash left me with.
I mean that's what me and Spitfire but when she does finally find a husband,What will happen to the kids? I guess that's one issue we should tackle soon. By soon I mean right now.
TO SPITFIRE'S OFFICE I GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I went to her office and knocking receiving a 'Come in' as a reply.
"Spill." She demanded,never taking her eyes off the paperwork she has to do.
I sat down and asked "What's gonna happen to the kids when you get married?"
She stopped and looked at me and said "Well I guess you'll take care of them most of the time since they will be living with you." shrugging at the end.
"YOU'RE GONNA DO WHAT?!" I yelled,shocked.
"I'm gonna let them stay with you and you'll get to raise them. But of course you won't do it alone. I'll help you of course but you'll be with them most of the time. And I'll help if you need help of course." She said.
My left eye twitched.
"Or I'll take care of them and you can come and visit them." She suggested.
"I'm not going to be separated from my kids." I growled at her.
"THESE KIDS ARE MINE AS MUCH AS THEY ARE YOURS SOARIN!!" She roared,glaring at me.
"I'm-I'm sorry Spitfire." I said looking down in shame.
"It's ok Soarin. I know what you mean." She said calmly.
"If you don't like those ideas,then we could take one each?" She suggested.
I sighed and shook my head. "I don't know Spits I mean,I don't really mind taking care of them....But if you're gonna leave the kids for a new family they might think that you don't love them." I said.
"GOd,I haven't thought about that yet.." She said slowly. "Am I that willing to give up my own child to please a man?" She asked herself and I could see tears began to form at the corner of her eyes. "Am I that bad as dad?" She whispered looking down at her swollen stomach.
That's where I had to draw the line.
"No Spitfire. You are not your father. I know that even if you decide to let them be raised by me,I know that you'll still love them with all your heart." I said with the most comforting smile I could muster.
She sighed and smiled back and said "Thanks Soarin,I needed to hear that."
I smiled and said "Anytime Capt." patting her back.
"So you really don't mind taking care of them if I do however get a husband?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.
I shook my head and said "I don't really mind. It is my job as their dad." I said.
She nodded and smiled. "But hey,don't worry. I will not stop loving these kids. I'm not gonna be married too soon."she said with a laugh.
I laughed with her and kissed her cheek. "I'm gonna be in my office if you need me Spits." then I got up and went back to my office.
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I sat down and saw Fleetfoot looking at a photo of probably Dash and I.
"What are you doing here Flatfoot?" I asked her.
"Oh come on! I thought that we agreed to never call me by that name again!" She huffed at me causing me to laugh.
"Whatever Flat." I said sitting down.
"Clipper." She spat.
"Flatfoot." I spat back.
"Ok I give up." She said angrily.
"Ok why are here?" I asked sitting on my swivel chair.
"Fine,I was gonna ask if you need tips for parenting?" She asked,placing the picture back to where it belongs.
I shook my head. "Not now,but soon though.Thanks Fleet" I said with a small smile. While I did some minor paperwork.
"Ok just tell me when you need those advices." She said before walking out of my office.
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After a long day from work, I went home. Then I had dinner,got ready for bed and fell asleep.
I usually don't dream when I sleep but right now I was dreaming about Dash...we were playing on a grassy hill.
We were so happy. Then suddenly the grass on the hill slowly died and the ground opened up swallowing Dash whole. She was calling for me,begging for me to save her. But I was too late. She gave a blood curling scream as demons and other hell-like creatures came and dragged her down to the fiery depths of hell. "RAINBOW DASH!!!!!!!" I screamed reaching out to her but she was gone.
"DASHIE!!" I screamed,tears pouring down my face as I watched her struggle kick and be drowned in sorrowful souls.
"No,No,NO DASHIE!!!!" I cried out before I heard a laugh at my back and I saw Spitfire,with a bottle in her hand that said 'Poison' and at her feet was the start of the crack that caused Dash to be swallowed. "Why?" I asked her,hurt by her betrayal .
"Why,simply because I wanted you all to myself hunny." She said sweetly.
"I am not your hunny!" I yelled at her.
"Now,now. I'm sure that you're just confused and let me help you clear your mind." She said walking up to me,them smashing her lips on mine.
I struggled for a second before I felt something pierce my neck through my back.
I gasped as I felt it go deeper and deeper and deeper.
"I'm so sorry Soarin." She said before sliding what I presume is a knife across my neck and pulled it out and back away.
"I'm so sorry Saorin." She said before I woke up gasping. "What was that?" I asked myself .