//------------------------------// // CH1: Young lovers mistake // Story: Our Daughter // by lillytheomegawolf //------------------------------// Spitfire threw herself violently onto her cloud bed. Aside from her heavy breathing her bedroom was otherwise silent. Why did the test have to show up as positive? 
That stupid colt! Why did he have to do that? What do you mean stupid colt? Another part of her mind asked herself. It takes two to do the deed. The vibrantly coloured mare fumed to herself as a tear ran down her muzzle. She squeezed her eyes shut hard in a vain attempt at stopping the incoming tide. If they had only the sense to wait another few months, this all might have been fine! 
But no. She just had to go and suggest they do that. ...And he just had to say yes. But it had been wonderful to seal their relationship in such a manner, even though they were not yet married. 

But once her mother found out she would kill them both for this. Her father would definitely murder Soarin. Spitfire allowed her gaze to roam to the Wonderbolts posters on her walls. Her heroes showed no sign of care for the distressed young mare or her troubles. The walls felt like they slowly closed in on her till she could no longer move. My heroes. I bet none of you ever did something this stupid. Now I’ll never get to fly with any of you. She curled up in the fetal position and hid her head in her fluffy pillow. Tears escaped unchecked and untamed as she allowed herself to wallow in her despair. “Spit.” That voice. It sounded as though he was just down the hallway. “Spit! Where are you?” The worry in his tone ripped at Spitfire’s chest. 

“Spitfire! I’m glad I found you here.” Spitfire snorted. “Don’t be like that. Tell me what’s wrong.” Spitfire curled up facing away from her best friend and lover. “Please?” the poor stallion sounded desperate. After a few moments silence Spitfire felt a wing tenderly wrap around her side as its owner tentatively slid into the bed with her. She became his little spoon as he carefully cocooned her in his loving hold. “Spitty, if you don't tell me whats wrong, I’m gonna cuddle you till you do.” 

Spitfire drew a shaky breath and weakly lifted his wing with her own. “I’m serious my dear. I’m not gonna let you go till you tell me.” True to his word, Spitfire felt his grip gently tighten. The light blue wing carefully, yet forcefully settled back over her and slowly slid around to tickle her tummy. “Go away, you big dummy! I- I don’t want to talk to you right now.” “But... you didn’t meet me like you said. So somethings gotta be up. I know you.” Spitfire didn't bother to fight back as blue hooves carefully flipped her around to face her coltfriend. As the fiery young mare's face left the safety of her pillow, Spitfire didn’t even have the energy left inside to wipe the tears from her muzzle. “I’m...” “Hmmm?” that confident grin filed the young stallion’s muzzle. A grin that helped still the tempest inside. After a few moments more of silence, Spitfire at last found her voice. “I- I’m pregnant.” The grin fell from Soarin’s face faster than a speeding Wonderbolt. “What?” “You big dummy. Neither of us thought to use protection.” “But you weren't on your cycle.” “Like that mattered!” Spitfire almost exploded, a hint of tears in her eyes. “Hey,” Soarin lend back down to run a hoof through his mare’s mane. “It was our first time. We probably just you know, missed something little.” Spitfire snorted in response. “It was still special, right?” “Of course it was, pie face, but now I’m stuck with the result.” “No.” This got Spitfire’s attention. With as much tender care as he could muster, Soarin nuzzled his precious mare. “We both did this, so we can both share this too.” “But I want to make it into the Wonderbolts. They don’t take pregnant mares or young mothers with responsibilities who cant give it their all.” “Well, I’m sure we can find a way.” Soarin encouraged. “Besides, your Spitfire. You're like, the greatest. Whenever you put your mind to anything, you nail it.” “Hey, you're not all that bad yourself.” A light chuckle from Soarin gradually fell into contented silence while the couple lay together, content to cuddle. After what could have been hours, Soarin piped up. “Hey, uh... Should I ask your parents if I can marry you or anything? I don’t want your dad to throw me into those vats in the rainbow factory or anything when he finds out what I’ve done to you.” That at last caused a spark of a laugh from Spitfire. “They hardly know we’re dating.” “I know... but your folks seemed all like...” “Traditional?” “Yea.” “Look, Soarin.” Spitfire paused to gaze meaningfully into her coltfriend’s big beautiful eyes. “We got a few months before I’ll show. If we can’t think of anything by then, I guess I’ll just run away for a while.” “You cant be serious.” Soarin withdrew in surprise. “Yes, I am. We are in this advanced course together because we want to make it somewhere in life. I will not be a nopony.” “The Wonderbolts.” A big silly grin slid across the stallion’s muzzle, it led to a light touch of one on his companion to match. “Exactly. If I disappear for a few months, you can stay at advanced flight school and keep up the good work. Then I can ditch the foal and then return here and we should still make it into the official tryouts next year together when our course ends.” “You don’t want to keep it?” “And you do?” “I- I suppose so? I dunno. This is all Kinda ...sudden. You know.” Sptfire rolled her eyes at that. “How about. I ask your parents. Then we think of something from there. The sooner I ask them for your hoof in marriage the less likely they are to think we did something we shouldn’t have. Then we can have a secret wedding to keep our relationship hidden and see if we want to keep our foal or not.” Something warm and fuzzy swept through Spitfire’s system at the mention of our foal. The only problem here was, she didn't want warm and fuzzy and she definitely did not want to have a baby! Everything about this all was wrong. Everything except Soarin. If nothing else, he would be here for her and that meant everything would be okay in the end. "Spitfire, are you home?" the deep bass of a middle-aged stallion rang through the house. Spitfire jerked and hurried to sit up in bed, "shit, Dad's home." "We gotta get you cleaned up a bit," Soarin whispered as he hurriedly untangled himself from his fillyfriend. Spitfire quickly nuzzled into her companion's chest and made sure to give an extra vigorous rubbing to try and dispel the wetness. "There good enough," Spitfire remarked as she pulled away. "Okay then," agreed Soain. Spitfire leapt off her bed just in time. A pegasus with a rich, burned orange coat and a short green mane with cyan tips paused in the doorway. "Oh, hello Soarin. I didn't expect to see you here too." The older stallion paused to take stock of the room. "I do hope I am not interrupting anything?"