//------------------------------// // CH5: Upsets (7 Weeks pregnant) // Story: Our Daughter // by lillytheomegawolf //------------------------------// Spitfire’s room was lit with soft predawn light. Soft enough that she could close her eyes and pretend there was still plenty of time left before she had to face the day. Yet she knew it was not so. Sometime soon, Celestia’s sun would peak through the curtains in her cloud room and announce the start of another active day. Spitfire rolled over in bed to face the ceiling. It felt like forever since her life had been flipped upside down. To think it had only been seven weeks since she had found out that she was carrying new life inside her. It was crazy. It felt both like no time at all, yet also it felt like forever. Spitfire glanced down at her tummy, she knew it would be some time still before she started to show yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that big things had definitely changed within her body. She sighed and did her best to relax into her bed. Tomorrow was the weekend. Tomorrow was sure to be a fun morning of cuddles and practising tricks with her favourite colt. She was thankful that his parents were happy to hear about their engagement. That brought another thought to the front of her mind. Three weeks to go. Just three weeks, then she would be a married young mare. The first rays of dawn broke through the curtains and spilt into her room. She flipped around and buried her face into her pillow to avoid the harsh rays. Nope, she did not feel ready for this day to start quite yet thank you very much. Her tummy did loops and swirls as she continued to lie there. Come to think of it, today she might not be feeling all that well. That’s odd. Yesterday she was fine. “Spitfire! You’re usually up by now. Get up, lazy bones.” “Yes, mom!” With a sigh Spitfire extracted herself from the bed. As she ate her oats for breakfast, Spitfire couldn’t help but wonder why her tummy continued to feel a bit off. Oh well, no time to wonder about why her body was acting weird, it would soon be time for her morning flight to Soarin’s house to drag his lazy butt out of bed. A usual start to her day that had been going on for several years now. She didn’t mind the extra exercise. He might now be her betrothed wingmate, but it clearly did nothing to get him out of bed any faster. The answer to why her tummy felt a bit off came soon after she made it to school. Fleetfoot touched down nearby the young couple, Soarin waved at her while Spitfire felt the sudden and desperate need to rush to the bathroom. She made it just in time before the contents of her stomach decided it was time to evacuate. She hunched over the loo panting, just in case anything else unwelcome decided to exit her system. “Spit! Spit! Are you okay?” The worried tone of her coltfriend made it to her ears just before he reached her side. “Sunshine, Are you okay?” he asked again. Despite the unpleasantness of her situation, she couldn't help but smile a little as his snout brushed against the back of her neck. Spitfire slowly sat up as the nausea cleared and she cleared her throat in the nearby sink. The proud pegasus sat up straight and turned to face her concerned colt. “I hope so. We got a full on day of school.” “Alright. But if you start feeling sick, I’m gonna take you home.” Spitfire rolled her eyes. “I’m fine pie boy, now get out of the little fillies room.” “Oh, right!” Soarin put a wing around his young mare and guided her out of the filly’s bathroom. He made sure to caress her with the tips of his feathers as he withdrew his wing. 
Fleetfoot stood in wait in the corridor. She smirked at the display of affection from Soarin. “It’s funny seeing a colt rush into the little fillies room like his tail is on fire. Especially when she’s ‘just’ his friend.” Her attention shifted to the pegasus at his side, “are you alright?” “I’m fine. Just had an upset stomach or something. Let's go to class.” Spitfire led the way. Fleetfoot shot Soarin an enquiring glance and he shook his head and mouthed back, ‘she’s fine.’ Spitfire and Soarin exited the school together at a leisurely pace. Another day of learning was over, it was time to enjoy themselves. “Hey Spitfire!” The duo turned to face a lanky pegasus colt with a deep blue coat and a grey mane as he approached them outside of school. “Yes?” Spitfire asked cooly. She wondered what Cool Breeze could possibly want. He was not the kind of pegasus to usually talk to Soarin or herself. “Hey, uh... me and the guys were wondering, are you two like ...dating or something?” Spitfire wasn’t entirely sure how to answer that, however, she noticed a sudden grin etched on Soarin’s muzzle. Soarin turned to his engaged wingmare, “hey, that’s like... a great idea, hey Spit, would you date me?” Spitfire ignored her future husband in favour of answering the laky pegasus before her. “No. Why?” “Uh... would you be interested in going out to dinner with me? It is a Friday and I figure... if you’re not busy...” the nervous colt trailed off into silence. “Sorry. I’m not interested in dating and I don’t need a coltfriend. Besides, Soarin, Fleet and me had something planned tonight.” Spitfire replied. Of course, all of that was true, thanks to Soarin. She was not simply dating him anymore. Technically he was her engaged wingmate, not her coltfriend. “Oh. Right.” Cool Breeze bowed his head, defeated. “Hey, keep your chin up, I’m sure a nice young colt like you will find the right someone one day.” Spitfire offered. “Thanks.” With a sigh, Cool Breeze wandered away from the couple. Once out of earshot Soarin leaned into his mare and whispered, “did you know he liked you?” “Not at all.” Spitfire shrugged. “Hey guys,” Fleetfoot wandered up and paused. “What did I miss?” “Cool Breeze asked me out.” Fleetfoot stifled a snicker. “Oh yea, I caught him admiring you at least once. I didn’t seriously think he would ask you out.” She took off into the air and flew close to the pair. With a smirk, the arctic blue pegasus continued, “but we all know you and Soar were like together since you were little. I’m more surprised you both weren't dating before junior flight school.” Fleetfoot shot back cheekily. Soarin recoiled a bit, “Feet, Spit and me were like five back then.” “So? You two made a cute young couple at that age.” The cheeky pegasus shot back as she took off into the skies, laughter trailing in her wake. “Let's get her.” Spitfire turned to her lover, her wings up and ready for speed. “Race ya’.” Soarin grinned back. Scootaloo sailed through the air on her scooter. Her tiny wings worked the air like crazy. She closed her eyes and smiled. Moments like this were the best, she could pretend as though everything was perfect. As if she could fly and everything was right in life. She cracked an eye open and spotted Rumble just behind her, his wings were working just as hard. Greens and brows flashed by as they soared through the final leg of the race through the trees. She did her best to put on an extra burst of speed before she landed hard on the ground and lurched as she nearly fell off her scooter. Her friends erupted into cheers. Rumbles friends, Tender Taps and Button Mash joined in the cheering as Scootloo dismounted and grinned at Rumble. “I won!” “Yea,” the young colt panted, “you’re fast as a speeding pegasus on that thing. I didn’t seriously think you could keep up. Good job Scootaloo” He smiled back at her. “Thanks. I just wish I could fly for real though.” The young dark coloured pegasus colt shrugged. “Hey, I’m sure you’ll get there someday.” “Yea, I guess.” “Aww, don’t worry Scootaloo, I’m sure Rumble is right.” Sweetie Belle chimed in. “I know, It’s just... it already took us so long to earn our cutie marks. I don’t want to have to wait forever to fly too.” “Well how about I try and help you.” Rumble offered. “Really, you’d do that for me?” “Sure,” he replied with a smile and a shrug. “Ya know, Rainbow Dash has already tried teaching her, right?” Apple Bloom spoke up. Rumble gazed between the girls, “maybe she just needs some help from someone her own age, right?” “Worth a shot.” Scootaloo shrugged. “Anyways, I had better get home. My brother promised to take me out somewhere cool before dinner.” Rumble announced. “Yea, I guess we should probably head off too.” Tender Taps added. “Okay, see you boys at school tomorrow then.” Apple Bloom replied with a wave to the departing young colts. “So, do you girls have anything planned tonight?” Sweetie Belle asked as she turned back to her friends. “Homework? I’ll probably also need to avoid all the foals.” Scootaloo replied casually. “Why avoid them?” Sweetie Belle asked. “We had a new arrival yesterday, dropped off from somepony in Canterlot, so everypony is really excited. Plus, I kinda wish I wasn’t there anymore you know.” Scootaloo responded as she slowly trekked off, her scooter in tow. “You don’ often talk about that place,” Applebloom observed quietly. “Something wrong?” “Well... you know how it's my eleventh birthday in a few days.” “Yea.” “Well, I think it kinda sucks that I’m nearly eleven and still don’t have a forever home or even know who my parents are or what they do. I don’t even know why they left me.” Both friends moseyed in nice and close and gave Scootaloo a quick hug forcing her to stop dragging her scooter. “Thanks,” Scootaloo smiled a little as she picked up her scooter. “I could ask Rarity if it’s ok for you to spend the night with us if you don’t want to go home.” Sweetie Belle offered. “Or I could ask Granny Smith, I’m sure she would say yes!” Scootaloo considered her friend’s offers for a moment then brightened up, “okay. Just let me tell Sun Lilly that I have a sleepover tonight. How about I sleep over with you Sweetie tonight and this weekend I’ll come round to the farm for a sleepover?” “Sure.” Scootaloo’s friends answered in unison, big smiles all around. With that, the trio split ways. Scootaloo raced along the streets. As she neared the edge of town, she suddenly slammed into somepony tall and yellow wearing saddlebags. “Fluttershy!” “Are you alright?” “I’m fine,” Scootaloo eyed the orphanage up ahead, it almost felt like Fluttershy had come directly from the orphanage. However, it was hard to tell because she had been so focused on going fast. Why would Fluttershy be going to such a place? “Say, what are you doing out here?” “Just out for a walk, I also visited the foals and said hi to Sun Lilly. They are waiting for you before they start the party.” Fluttershy knew? Great... Scootaloo forced herself to not sigh, “alright thanks. But please don’t tell anypony about this, I don’t need anypony thinking bad of me because I’m an orphan. It’s already bad enough having wings that don’t work properly.” “Scootaloo, don’t put yourself down,” Fluttershy warned, her tone a little bit too motherly for Scootaloo’s liking, this mare wasn’t a mother after all. “Rainbow Dash and I think you are amazing, just the way you are.” She lent down and offered a light nuzzle. Scootaloo allowed the warm fuzzy moment to end before she took a step away from her elder, “alright, well I better get going then.” “I’ll see you later then,” the buttery mare smiled as the orange filly jumped on her scooter and powered the rest of the way to the orphanage. Now it was time to figure out the best way to get permission to enjoy a sleepover with her friends. Spitfire smiled as she lay there in Soarin’s wonderful grasp. When she came by at her usual early hour on a Saturday, cuddles had recently taken the place of their early morning exercise. Not that Spitfire minded, it felt wonderful to be snuggled up against her own very special colt. As she lay there, her tummy did a few flips and she hoped that this morning would not turn into a rush to the bathroom like the previous day at school had done. However, as she continued to lie there, cocooned in her partner’s love, the sinking feeling continued to build faster and faster. Spitfire wished she had skipped breakfast or something. This didn’t feel good. The world began to feel a bit skewed and Spitfire caught the evil sensation of her breakfast upcoming. She darted out of the warm confines of Soarin’s hold, rushed along the corridor, wings in motion to speed up her rush to the toilet. Soarin was thrust out of wonderful dreamland by his wingmare’s sudden exit. The groggy young stallion dragged himself up, “whaa- Sunshine?” He heard the muffled sounds of her retching and all traces of the peaceful morning fog of sleep vanished. His love was in trouble! He raced out of bed and down the hallway. He skidded to a stop in front of the bathroom and much to his horror spotted his Sunshine losing what little was left of her breakfast. Unlike at school, it seemed she had not quite made it to the loo in time and Soarin cringed at the sticky, yellowish-brown mess on the floor near her. This would not be pleasant for her to clean up. No! Soarin’s inner resolve caught him, now was the time to help. He kicked into action and carefully made his way over. He brushed back her mane then rubbed her back soothingly. “What’s gotten into you Spitty, you eat something funny?” “I don’t think so...” Spitfire managed around the rather nasty taste of recycled breakfast mixed with juice. A light green mare with a flowing rich sky blue mane barreled into the doorway, “my dear, are you okay?” “I think I am now,” Spitfire replied, her eyes were closed and her insides knotted, but at least it felt like the sensation had passed for now. Having a foal was going to suck if this was what morning sickness felt like. Spitfire hoped this was only food poisoning or something, but the wiser part of her mind reminded her that Soarin had been rather overbearing whenever they were out. There was no way she could have picked up something from meals at home either. With a shiver to try and dispel the pukey feeling from her system altogether, Spitfire turned and froze under the older mare’s gaze. Soarin’s mother was studying her carefully with crystal green eyes and Spitfire could tell that what was about to come would not be good. “Clean that up you two. Then I want the both of you downstairs at the table. We need to talk.” With a final piercing look, she departed. A few stunned moments passed in the wake of the matriarch of the house before Soarin turned to his wingmare, his normally happy features were panicked. “We’re dead. I know it. Mom’s gonna kill me,” he whispered as he sagged slightly into his mare. “Calm down,” Spitfire hissed back. “Okay, okay,” the light blue colt withdrew and took a few deep breaths. “Let’s get this all cleaned up.”