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// Have to say... 
// Story: Alone Time 
// by Rose Quill 
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	“The second best day?” Rarity said, looking at Fluttershy. “What was the best day?”

The meek girl smiled, still stroking her daughter's hair while she answered.

“It’s a tie,” she said, smiling.

“Between?” Twilight asked, leaning forward.

“Between that night on the cruise when Rarity said yes,” she said. “And when I had this little angel.”

Melody was asleep, head in her mother’s lap. My daughter, on the other hand, was currently hanging from a tree branch. Which is perfectly fine, all things considered.

My wife also hanging from a tree branch, however, is a little embarrassing if you didn’t know her like we did. I sighed and looked at them.

“If either of you fall and break your arm,” I said, pulling on my old grump to set the tone. “I am not going to sing it better.”

Rhapsody dropped promptly out of the tree, brushing her hands on the front of her coveralls. Pinkie, however, crossed her arm, clinging to the branch with only her legs.

“Don’t be such a downer, Ari,” she said while I just blinked at the fact that she seemed to be defying gravity…again.

“So, two groups left, it seems,” Sunset said. 

“Three, technically,” Sonata said.

“Well, yes,” Sunset said. “But you haven’t married him yet…

“If you want to get technical, all we’ve been doing is telling proposal stories,” Adagio said. “I believe Melody had asked about the weddings.”

“Ah, but we were all there for the weddings,” Rarity said, crossing her legs and setting her hands in her lap. “I believe I made the gowns for all of you, as I recall.”

Twilight laughed. “All right, settle down,” she reached out for the bottle and set it spinning again. It took three tries before it pointed at myself.

“I hate to break it to you all,” I said, picking leaves and bark out of Rhapsody’s hair. “But it’s not anywhere near as romantic as the last two.”

“OOH!” Pinkie exclaimed, popping up from under the table. “Does that mean I get to tell it?”

I glanced at my wife, far too used to her lack of respect for physics to react. “No,” I said with a smile. “I got it, Pinks.”

“Though I have to say, it wasn’t anything like I imagined…” 	“