//------------------------------// // CH8: Pre-Wedding Jitters (10 Weeks pregnant) // Story: Our Daughter // by lillytheomegawolf //------------------------------// In the early light of a new day Spitfire stood in front of a small mirror in their cramped bedroom looking at her own reflection. “Do I look fat?” “No way.” Soarin shot back defensively as he sat up in bed. His mostly healed wings still had a few visibly short feathers as his wings shot out. “Why would you even ask me that?” “It’s been about ten weeks now,” Spitfire mused.   “Yea, true,” Soarin mosyed up close and gave his mare a kiss on her cheek. “And I still think you’re the most beautiful thing in the whole of Equestria.” “What about outside of Equestria?” Spitfire side-eyed her stallion cheekily. “Well...” Soarin sat back as if something did in fact come to mind. “Hey!” “Joking Sunshine!” Spitfire tackled the light blue colt and the pair tussled around playfully on the bed together. After their moments fun subsided, Spitfire relaxed on her side and Soarin mirrored her movement. She admired the young stallion who filled her whole world and enjoyed the feeling his wandering eyes brought her. “Eyes up here,” Spitfire cautioned as his gaze sank lower. Instead, the cornflower blue colt smirked while his eyes roamed around her lower body. She licked his snout and he jerked back. Spitfire smiled brightly at her companion. “Like what you see?” “Of course. I can’t see any baby bump either and I have no other idea what else could have made you ask me if you looked fat.” Soarin gave his mare a quick peck on her cheek. “I still think you look beautiful.”   “Well.” Spitfire paused, “We are getting married tomorrow and I wondered uh-” “It’s going to be fine Spitty. We fly up, we exchange a primary feather and have a big famliy feast. Then we bang. Again.” Spitfire could tell from the grin on his face exactly how appealing the last two parts of the day were to him. “You make it sound so easy. What are you going to do, carry me off someplace secret to have your way with me after the foods all gone?” “Something like that,” the confident reply put silly smiles on both pegasi’s muzzles. “I may have a plan in mind. And since it’s the school holidays, no pony is gonna miss us if we disappear for a day.” “I thought we were leaving the travel till the honeymoon, when I start to show?” “We are. I simply have ...ideas.” Soarin smiled slyly as he ran his hoof slowly up his lover’s side. The yellow side quivered under the touch of the light blue hoof, “then I look forward to seeing this surprise of yours. Anyway, time for our morning flight. I want to race you to Ponyville and back.” “How about to Ponyville, Canterlot then back?” “You’re on.” The bright yellow pegasus rose and stretched. She left the room to quickly prepare breakfast for them both. Spitfire grabbed an apple each then placed them on the table. She turned to source something extra when a noise drew her attention to the front door. Was that... the doorbell? 

Somepony was visiting them? Spitfire hastened to find out as a second and third ring chimed out. She opened the door to reveal- “Dad?” “Hi. Errr-” “What do you want?” Spitfire bristled. She relaxed a bit at the touch of a blue wing as it settled over her. “Yea. Are you lost?” Soarin seconded his wingmate. Tempest Wind glanced between two. “That’s some welcome I see.” “You trashed my wingmate.” Spitfire’s reply came sharp as steel.   “And hurt your own daughter. What are you doing here?” Soarin added. “Yes, yes. I don’t wish to argue with you both.” Tempest took a deep breath, “look, I’m sorry. I lost my temper and I should not have so. What you both did is wrong, but since we are here are you willing to forgive me? Could you please give your old stallion another chance?” Silence. One uncertain stallion stood in front of two surprised young pegasi. As the shock faded from Spitfire, she threw herself at her father and gave him a big hug. After a moment’s stiffness, she felt him hug back and a warmth that she had not felt in weeks spilt back into her system. She squeezed her eyes shut against the happy tears that threatened to spill out.   Soarin’s maw hung loose for a moment before his mind caught back up with his body and he snapped it shut. “You too.” “What?” Soarin asked, totally unsure as to what the older stallion meant. “Come on, join in. I want to hug both my children.” The older stallion extended a wing in invitation. With trepidation Soarin sidled up alongside his lover. A dark orange hoof reached out and pulled the light blue pegasus in. After a moment's hugging, Tempest Wind pulled back and smiled at his two youngsters. Spitfire spoke up, “look, I don’t know if I can forgive you for beating my Soarin up like that. But Dad, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. That day you walked in on Soarin and I. You know, the one where he asked if it was alright to marry me?” Tempest Wind’s smile fell and he nodded, “yes, I remember.” “Well-” Spitfire began. “That’s when my Sunshine broke the news that she was pregnant.” Soarin took over. “And all I knew was that I could not get rid of our foal. We were prepared to live with what we did, but didn’t know how to tell you. So... we planned to hide it all and give our filly-” “Colt.” Soarin quirked an eyebrow at his lover, “-foal to like, an orphanage or something. You could never have killed Spitfire when your wife was carrying her could you?” Tempest Wind narrowed his eyes at the younger stallion. “Of course not. What are you suggesting?” “Well, I could not kill something we created either. Nothing can change that.” The blue colt’s gaze drifted to his love and he affectionately ruffed her mane with his wing, “nothing can change how much I love Spitfire.” The dark orange stallion’s gaze took on a far off look. After several moments in thought, with both youngsters in suspense he sighed. “Alright. I think I understand what you are getting at. I will continue to keep your pregnancy a secret and I will support this union. But I expect you both to continue to provide for each other without my help. Although I guess I will cover your house when you leave to hide the last few months of your pregnancy.” “Okay, thank you dad,” Spitfire replied “If there's nothing new you two wish to surprise me with, I have one last request before I leave.” “And that is?” A hint of challenge entered Soarin’s tone. Tempest looked his daughter in the eyes, “it is tradition for the mare to not see her colt on the eve of their wedding. I know you have not saved yourself till after the feather exchange but will you at least allow your parents one last night before we hand you over for good?” Spitfire met her fathers gaze with her own hardened stare, “I’ll think about it.” “But that’s tonight.” “So I’ll give it some thought and if you see me at the door, you’ll know the answer. If you see me in the morning when it’s time you’ll also know your answer.” Tempest sighed, “alright. Just make that decision before dinner. Your mother misses having you at the dinner table.” “Okay. Goodbye dad.” Spitfire reached up and hugged her father then withdrew to her colt’s side once more. Dark orange wings spread wide as the stallion turned then took off into the early morning skies. “You could have just said yes you know.” Soarin turned to his lover. “I know. But after what he did to you I don’t know if I want to go back there yet.” “Alright.” Soarin lent in and gave his very special pony a tight hug. The CMC burst out of school to find Big Macintosh, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash outside awaiting them. “Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy!” Scootaloo rushed into Fluttershy’s open hooves and hugged the lanky pegasus. Rainbow Dash join in the quick hug. “Hey Squirt, how's your day been?” “Great! We had lots of fun at lunchtime and classes were pretty good too.” “Cool. Want to head home now or are do you want to have some more fun with your friends?” “We were thinking of going to the clubhouse,” Scootaloo answered. “What happens if we have a sleepover at Fluttershy’s place after? You know, since it’s Scootaloo’s new home.” Apple Bloom put forth, her gaze came to rest on her brother, seeking his approval. The large red stallion shrugged, “okay.” “I don't see why not.” Fluttershy conceded. “Yay!” “I’ll quickly ask my sister if its okay. I’ll see you two at the club house soon.” Sweetie Belle took off toward her sister’s shop. As the other two cutie mark crusaders rushed off, Big Mac headed into the school house. After watching the farm pony for a moment, the two pegasi turned and began their trek to Twilight’s new castle. Dash turned to her fillyfriend. “Should we tell them tonight?” The shy mare receded slightly, “oh, I don’t know.” “Come on ‘Shy. Don’t you think they are gonna wonder why I’m sleeping in your bed with you?” a big cheeky grin covered the speedster’s muzzle and she nudged her companion playfully. Fluttershy flushed slightly, “oh. True. I guess it might be a good idea to let them know we are a couple, providing they don’t tell anypony else quite yet.” “I’m sure it will be fine, the girls were all supportive of us when they found out we were gonna adopt Scootaloo.” “Applejack didn’t seem all that impressed.” “Yea.” Dash nodded thoughtfully. “I don’t think she’s all that keen on half the group being into girls.” “True.” Fluttershy agreed. “Hey Twilight.” Dash greeted as the couple entered the library to the new castle. “What a shock to find you in here.” The speedster’s sarcasm was not lost on the princess who shot her a look, “hey, this new library has a lot of new books that need ordering.” Dash smirked. As she was about to shoot a reply back at the princess, her fillyfriend beat her to it. “We were hoping to borrow a few books on parenting? The only one I’ve read so far hasn’t been all that helpful.” “Oh?” Twilight perked up at this, “is Scootaloo being quite a hooffull?” “Well, it’s not that,” Dash replied. “I just want us to be more prepared for the continued care of Scootaloo.” Fluttershy added, “it’s amazing the difference a filly makes to our lives, even after just a few days.” “I think that’s delightful, I think I shelved a few books that might help yesterday,” Twilight beamed as her horn lit and she wandered off searching the rows of books. Fluttershy made to follow but was captured by a blue wing and snogged. The light yellow pegasus withdrew giggling softly, “Dashie, what was that for?” A blue muzzle pressed against the soft yellow ear, “because no pony is watching.”   “Ah ha, I think I’ve found something!” The excited voice of Twilight rang out across the library. “Coming!” Fluttershy broke out of her lover’s hold and hurried to find where their friend had gone. Rainbow Dash huffed then flew up, above the rows of books. She quickly spotted the princess and swooped down to meet her. Much to her pride, only a few pages were ruffled in the process of landing swiftly. “No flying in the library,” Twilight chastised. Dash rolled her eyes, why make things boring? Fluttershy walked up beside the duo, “what did you find?” “Well we have-” Twilight was cut off by a surprise teleport as somepony appeared on her right side. Dark blue hooves wrapped around her barrel and a blush darkened her already purple cheeks. “What has my Star found to read?” Luna nuzzled in close. Rainbow Dash was felled by laughter. Fluttershy’s smile almost split her face in two at how cute the two princesses before her looked. The one unsmothered purple wing rose from surprise and sudden enjoyment. “I- two books on parenting for Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. Not me.” “Parenting?” Luna realised that she had an audience and promptly broke off her hold on the smaller alicorn. “Did you test out that spell on them?” “What? No. It’s not ready yet.” Twilight balanced, almost dropping both books in the process. “We adopted Scootaloo to be our cool adoptive daughter,” Dash spoke up. “Fluttershy decided we could use some help because it’s a lot of hard work to raise a filly right.” “What spell did you think Twilight used on us?” Fluttershy asked quietly. “Do not worry about the spell. It is a work in progress designed to help couples conceive their own foal when nature would not normally permit it.” Still slightly flushed, Twilight offered the two books out to Fluttershy in her magic, “I know I can trust you with these, just bring them back whenever you are finished with them.” “Thank you, Twilight,” the yellow pegasus accepted the offering. “Come on Rainbow Dash, I’m sure Twilight and Luna would like some alone time.” "Let me know when that spell is ready, it sounds like fun," the speedster smirked knowingly at the two alicorns, then trotted after her mare. The late day sun fell on a lone cottage near the Everfree forest. This home had a rather large cloud hovering overhead with a light blue pegasus napping on it. Inside the cottage, a yellow pegasus prepared a meal in expectation of the arrival of guests and family. On the cloud, Rainbow Dash got up and stretched. After a satisfying nap on her cloud, she figured it was time to invade her fillyfriend’s peace and liven things up. She leapt into the air and looped around a few times till she veered off and landed on the doorstep of her still rather new home. She let herself in and wandered over to the couch. She sat facing the kitchen, with a perfect view of her mare while she worked. “Moving from one napping spot to another?” “Na. I’m enjoying the view,” Dash smirked. That got the yellow pony’s attention. With a slight blush on her cheeks, the lanky pegasus approached her lover and gave her a quick kiss. “Come on ‘Shy, you can do better than that.” “That was only a quick one, silly, I”ll give you more kisses after the girls have all gone to bed.” “But we’re alone now.” The cheeky speedster made herself extra comfortable and held out a hoof invitingly. “Come on, I’m sure the dinner won’t get burned if you spend five minutes with me.” Against her better judgment, Fluttershy laid another kiss upon her lover's cheek. She slipped into her fillyfriend’s wonderful warm embrace then went in for a deeper kiss. She smiled into the kiss at the feeling of her lover’s wings as they closed around her. It was perfect, it was- “What the-!?” The shrill voice of Sweetie Belle shattered the moment like a glass exploding into a million pieces. The yellow mare on top shot up. Both pegasi sported blushes, highly embarrassed at getting caught by the three fillies who stood on the front door step in shock. “What is going on here?” Sweetie Belle gawped. Applebloom could only gape while Scootaloo stood there with her wings up in surprise at discovering her caregivers in the middle of such an act. “Well, uh...” Dash began, she gulped at the feeling of her partner hiding behind locks of pink. “Well... Fluttershy and I are together. Romanticly. Yea.” “Lock the door next time or something, you two are worse than my sister and Spike.” Sweetie Belle grimaced at the mental images. “Girls.” Scootaloo at last her voice, “this is my new home. These are my two moms.” “Really?” Applebloom asked incredulously. “No way!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. “Yep, her honorary sister has become her mom,” Dash grinned, her cheeks still flushed. “Well, I for one think it’s rather cute,” the young unicorn said as her legs, at last, remembered to function and she strode up to the two still entwined on the couch. “But please, a warning next time.” “Sure thing,” Dash shot back. “Dinner isn’t quite yet ready,” Fluttershy spoke up, eager to steer the conversation away from her relationship. “What would you girls like to do.” “Find out how you two got together.” Sweetie Belle grinned up the adults. The speedster sighed, “Fluttershy asked me out soon after we kicked Tirek’s butt. Before that, I had no idea she liked me. Okay?” “Okay.” Sweetie continued to grin. “What about you Fluttershy? How long have you liked Rainbow Dash?” "A long time..." Fluttershy trailed off as her mind drifted back to earlier days. Sweetie Belle, "Awwww." Scootaloo shook her head, “sometimes you can be a little bit too much like your sister. Ya know?” “Am not.” “Am too!” “Am not!” “Girls!” Fluttershy quieted the heard, “if you don’t mind, please give Rainbow and I some space to finish preparing dinner for you.” “Yea. Go upstairs or outside and play, it won’t be long,” Dash prompted. “Alright, call us when it’s ready.” Applebloom turned and rushed out the door, the other two hot on her tail. Dash flopped back down upon the couch, “well... now they know.” Fluttershy giggled and flushed slightly, “true. Now about our little um-” “Kissing session?” The blue pegasus smirked up at her lover. “Well, I think dinner will be okay for another minute.” “Fluttershy, I like the way you think.” Yellow met blue as the couple once again locked lips while hooves and wings shifted to more intimately grasp each other. In the fading light, one young mare touched down in front of her parents home. She paused at the door, was this really a good idea? Her mind drifted back to the conversation with her wingmate just before her departure. “Are you sure you will be alright?” Spitfire asked her light blue colt. “Yea.” Soarin sighed, “look... since you’re now going to your parents' house, I think I’ll go to mine and see if my parents will let me in for a night too. I think my two cousins and my auntie and uncle are visiting too, so I’ll have some company, don’t you worry.” The light yellow mare nodded, “alright. Sounds like a plan then. See you tomorrow?” “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunshine, my darling. My snuggly, cuddle-buddy.” Soarin grinned back at his lover. "Pie boy," Spitfire smirked as she stepped up to her colt and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to miss this big cuddly beast." "Oh, I'm a cuddly beast?" A yellow hoof prodded a slightly less than lean blue barrel, "feels to me like some of that pie missed its chance to become muscle." "Ouch, rough." "Thought you enjoyed rough," Spitfire ruffled her colt's mane playfully. "I don't know what you could possibly be talking about there, Spitty." "Oh, you know," the bright yellow mare leant in with a cheeky look. "That thing that you're totally gonna miss tonight." "Yea," Soarin did his best attempt at a sad pouty sigh, "I'm gonna miss our cuddles... playing with your wings in bed... our morning cuddles. You know... the good stuff." "Right." Spitfire's expression broke her companion's fake sadness. Both young pegasi grinned at each other. "It's been a fun three weeks living with you Sunshine, I can't wait for more," Soarin confessed. Spitfire felt tingles inside, it was wonderful to feel wanted and truly loved. She also felt less keen on leaving now. Neither pegasus moved. Another beat of silence. “Spitty, the sun is getting lower. Soon your dad is gonna think you’re not coming.” The cornflower blue colt tentatively broke the silence. Spitfire impaled her companion and the two landed on the soft cloud floor of their entrance room. She hugged her colt tightly and nuzzled under his chest, unwilling to let go. She smiled to herself as she felt wings and hooves wrap around her. “Sunshine, it’s gonna be alright. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for our ceremony.” “I know.” She continued to hold on tightly to the young stallion who lay on his back. “But?” Soarin prompted. “These last few weeks together.” “What about them?” A nuzzle followed the blue pegasus’s words as he attempted to raise her muzzle to look into his eyes. “I’m not sure I want to go back to my parents' place. You’re my home now.” Her confession left him grinning like a mad-colt while his insides fluttered. “Same here filly. It’s just for one night though. Then we can have all the cuddles and stuff that we want after that.” Spitfire choked on emotion as she laughed lightly, her nose bopped her companion’s as she, at last, came eye to eye with him. “You mean all the cuddles I want and all the sex you want.” “Hey, I enjoy cuddles too. And I’m sure I never heard you complain about our bedroom fun.” Rather than reply, Spitfire lowered herself once again. She nuzzled under his chin and lay upon her strong young stud. She could feel his excitement building but knew he was right, it was getting late and she really had to go if she was to make it in time for dinner at her parents' place. The sunny yellow pegasus rose, “You better be there when I fly up tomorrow.” “I would not miss it for anything.” Soarin gave her a great big silly grin. Spitfire rose and forced herself out the door. Spitfire soared over the high point in central Cloudsdale on her way to her parent’s place. She paused to watch two young fillies who looked around eleven or twelve, blue with a rainbow mane and yellow with pink as they played on a cloud. She smiled to herself, that tower had been made for young pegasi. It was good to see it in use. The two currently playing there reminded her of two certain ponies when they were young. It had been a lot of fun playing with Soarin up there. Look at them now, about to get married. She chuckled to herself. Maybe if the blue one was a boy the two friends below would get married too when they grew up, just like her and Soarin. ‘Come on. That’s just silly,’ Spitfire chided herself. It wasn't like they were a young couple destined to be married. Not like her and Soarin. The number of times their friends had made jokes about the two of them getting married when they were younger... Good times... The blue filly spotted her and waved. Spitfire grinned and waved back. She knew she should really be at her father’s place already. Just get it over with, yet she found it easier to loop around, pull off a few random tricks before she made a flashy landing in front of the duo. Spitfire put on her best smile, “hello you two.” The yellow pegasus hid behind her blue companion and Spitfire couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” “It’s okay, she’s just shy.” The blue filly spoke up as she rubbed her companion’s back to calm her. “But... stranger.” The yellow one spoke so softly, Spitfire almost wondered if she imagined the words. “Hey, she seems cool.” The rainbow maned filly turned to her companion and with a careful nuzzle, brought the shy pegasus around to face the young adult. “What brings a grown up to our tower of cool?” “Well,” Spitfire smiled as she sat down to better reach the duo’s level. “I’m on my way to my parents' house to spend one last night there.” “One last night? Why?” The blue filly scrunched up her muzzle in confusion. Having spontaneously made the decision that these two were completely innocent and were unlikely to tell anypony else, Spitfire did something that was sure to draw out the time until she had to arrive at her parents place even more. She opened her mouth and began to speak, “because I’m getting married tomorrow.” “You are?” The tiny voice of the yellow one spoke up in wonder. “I think you will make such a beautiful bride.” As soon as Spitfire’s gaze landed on the yellow filly, she withdrew as best she could behind the blue wing and pink mane. “Thank you.” Spitfire sighed, “sadly not everypony thinks that.” “Why not?” The bolder filly asked. “Well-” was she really going to do this? “my wingmate and I made a mistake and our families did not take it well.” “Well your families sound uncool. Say... you know, you have very good flying technique. Are you planning to join the Wonderbolts or something?” The blue filly asked excitedly. 
 “I am yes.” Spitfire smiled appreciatively at the blue filly. “Cool! They’re like... the most awesome ponies ever!” The blue filly leapt into the air with excitement and did a little loop then landed precisely on the cloud next to her friend again. “I want to be one when I grow up too.” “Sounds good kid. Maybe I’ll be your commanding officer one day.” “Or maybe I’ll be yours.” The bold blue one challenged back. “Wouldn’t that be a sight. I’ll be a Wonderbolt before you, you know.” “So,” rainbow mane swished as the youngster stood on her hind hooves and declared; “I’m going to be the fastest pegasus alive!” Her companion giggled softly from her side and Spitfire couldn’t help but smile too. “It takes more than speed to make it into the Wonderbolts you know. In the advanced flight course I’m doing you also need to know how it all works in theory.” “But why,” the young filly asked. “Can’t you just do it?” That drew a short laugh out of Spitfire. “Kid, once you know how it works, you can work out what you can or can’t do without breaking bones. You can also draft up new moves on paper then take it outside and put it into practice faster.” The young mare laughed a bit at the incredulous look the younger wannabe Wonderbolt shot her. “I think I should be off though.” “Why?” “To spend one last night at my parents' place.” “Oh right, uncool stuff.” “That's right squirt.” Spitfire smirked at the outspoken youngster then flew off. Spitfire’s mind drifted back to the present and she sighed. Enough time wasting. It was either now, or she may as well fly back to her wingmate. She slowly raised a hoof and knocked on the door. Almost immediately the solid cloud door swung open to reveal a rather surprised orange stallion. “You actually came home.” “Yes, dad.” The young mare replied as she stepped inside and closed the door. Spitfire found herself wrapped in a tight hug that was soon joined by her mother. “Thank you for coming home, dear.” With the late day sun at his back, Soarin touched down in front of his parents home. He glanced around to make sure no pony paid him any heed before he rapped on the front door. “Go away Tempest, I’m done talking with you today!” The young stallion blanched at the anger in his father’s voice, “Tempest? What’s he done?” “Soarin?” Tyson’s confused voice rang out. Moments later the door was wrenched open to reveal a dark blue stallion with a very ruffled light red mane. “What are you doing here son?” “Well, Spitfire decided to spend her last night before our wedding with her parents as per tradition and so that we don’t see each other before the ceremony. And... yea,” Soarin trailed off. Tyson quirked an eyebrow, “really now?” “Well, yea. Why did you think I was Tempest?” “Nevermind that son. Come in, it’s almost dinner and your mother will love to see you.” Tyson turned to face the kitchen, “Honey, our son has come for dinner!” “Oh! Well, I better set two more places,” the delighted tone of Dawnrush replied. “No honey, just Soarin!” light red mane swished from side to side as Tyson shook his head. “Come in son.” Soarin was quick to accept his father’s invitation and the two strode through the hallway to the dining room. A light green mare appeared in the doorway blocking the two stallion’s path. “Alright. What happened?” “What do you mean?” Soarin wondered. “What’s wrong? Did you do something? Why didn’t Spitfire want to come too?” Soarin blinked slowly, unsure as to why his mother would ask such things. “Uh. Nothing’s wrong mom.”
 “Then where is Spitfire?” Dawnrush stepped toward her son, concerned. The light blue colt glanced between his parents. “Why would something be wrong?” “Because she’s always with you,” Dawnrush pointed out. “Well yea, when we come for dinner,” Soarin fidgeted. “But we don’t spend every waking hour together. That would be a bit weird.” Tyson snorted a laugh down, “I’m sorry, we just thought you two were joined at the hip.” Soarin rolled his eyes, “what’s for dinner mom?” “Something I’m sure you’ll enjoy,” the light green mare replied. She continued to block her sons way to the table. “But first, where’s Spitfire? Are you both okay?” “Yes, mom. She just went to her parents' place, you know... cause we are getting married tomorrow and she wants to see me on the day and all.” Soarin replied, eager to see the conversation over with. Both parents shared a look. A rich sky blue mane bobbed as the matriarch returned to the kitchen. The way his dad followed her left Soarin sure his parents had just shared some kind of communication and come to some sort of agreement. Whatever it was, he had no idea. But if his father did not want to talk about Tempest, there was sure to be nothing he could do to get his dad to talk. Tomorrow was sure to be quite a day.