Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie was observing herself in front of the big mirror in her room, which was next to a distorted one.
She quickly straightened any pink hair that might be out of place. She did a sensual pose and vibrated when she saw that she was ready.
"Tootsie Wootsie!" She called for her husband.
"I'm coming my love!" Cheese shouted from the bathroom.
She ran closer to him, but not seeing the small chair halfway, accidentally hit one of her hooves on it, which hurt more than she thought. Before the cry of pain escaped, she held her lips and composed herself.
"What happened? I heard a noise, are you okay?"
"Yes, yes nothing happened, don't worry!" She said, but inside she was:
"There's no pain Pinkie, there's no pain, the pain's only in your mind!"
After relieving some of the pain by rubbing her hoof, she locked the bedroom door.
"Hey cheesy sweetie pie, the girls are sleeping!" She hummed.
"How nice, sugar!" He said.
Upon noticing him coming from the bathroom, Pinkie leaned against the wall and did the pose, but he didn't notice her.
"Darling? Where are you?" He asked when he didn't see her lying on the bed.
Pinkie rolled her eyes and approached him, poking his shoulder.
"Oh, there you are!" He smiled, but soon found it strange when she started looking at him with a suggestive smile. "What is it? Is there anything strange about my pajamas?"
"No, I love your pajamas!" She said in a quite despondently tone of voice.
"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
She came closer, making their lips come dangerously close.
"I've been better!" She whispered.
"What happened Pinkie?"
"The girls slept, I locked the door and it's just the two of us here, you look handsome, I look beautiful!" She gave tips, starting to strip him of his robe.
Cheese's eyes widened when he finally understood what his wife wanted. The night was one of the only times when they could spend time together alone, so why not?
"Got it, I got it!" He said, wrapping his front legs around her body and pulling her closer to him. "No one knows how much I love you!"
"Oh, but I love you more!" She said back, before attacking his face with kisses.
Meanwhile, their 5-year-old daughter Buttercup, name they named her because her skin was oranged-brown and her curly mane was brown, colors that made everyone remember the candy, but she had Pinkie's blue eyes, woke up from a nightmare.
At the same time, Chee Chee got up to have a glass of water. She found it strange to see her little sister awake with Boneless 7 in her arms and still very sleepy.
"Butty, what's wrong? Are you gotta go to the bathroom?" She asked.
"No, I just had a nightmare!" She replied, scratching one of eyes.
"Awww this is dreadful, do you want to sleep with me in my room?" She offered.
"No thank you big sis, I wanna go to sleep with mommy and daddy!" Buttercup politely declined.
"Okay, good night then!" Chee Chee said, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead and went back to her bedroom.
Buttercup walked down the hall to the parents' bedroom door and turned the handle to open the door and enter.
"Wait, wait, what was that noise?" Cheese said, reluctantly breaking away from her.
"Nothing, just ignore it!" Pinkie said, kissing his lips again.
Seeing that she couldn't open the door, Buttercup began to beat it as hard as her little paw could.
"I think it's Butty!"
"Mommy, Daddy, the door is locked!" She screamed, which stopped them.
"I think it's over, right?" He said.
"Yeah, today it won't happen!" She agreed.
"Why did you lock the door?" She screamed again, as she turned the handle incessantly to try to open it.
They both looked at each other and laughed. Pinkie got up from the bed, walked to the door and opened it, from where a very angry Buttercup entered.
"Why did you two lock the door?" She asked, wanting to look serious, but she looked too cute to be taken seriously.
"Sorry baby, sometimes your dad and I lock the door so we can ..." Pinkie tried to explain, while Cheese buttoned up his pajamas again.
"Do you allow me?" She asked.
"Sure, sunshine!"
"What happened to my little princess? Did you had a nightmare?" Cheese asked, noticing the sad expression on her face.
"Yes, it was awful. After Apple Belle said that before her mom died, her dad and her aunts lost their parents, I got scared and dreamed that you two left me too!" She explained, almost crying again.
Pinkie Pie was soon moved and took her little filly in her arms.
"Awww my love, this isn't gonna happen okay? We'll always be with you, always!"
Buttercup smiled and stroked her mother's cheek with one of her paws. She put Buttercup to bed and she ran to her father, also giving him a show of affection.
"Now, at the first Olympics in my own room, number 23 athlete, Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie said, moving away for a distance and ran, climbing on the bed doing a somersault.
"You're awesome, mom!" She said between laughs.
"Everyone tickling mommy!" Cheese screamed and everyone tickled each other and laugh louder.
"Hey cutie pies, Chee Chee must still be sleeping!" Pinkie warned them.
"Eh, not really!"
They looked towards the door and there she was. She was quick to run and jump on the bed with them.
"I'm too excited to sleep after you two allowed me to organize a party on my own for the first time!"
"We know angel eyes, but we have to sleep because tomorrow we still have work to do, will you sleep here with us too?" Cheese asked.
"Yeah, we can accommodate ourselves, let's do it like tetris!" Pinkie said, moving in bed and looking like the video game block, which made her husband and daughters burst out laughing. It was music for her ears to hear the ponies she loved most having fun.
The next day, after a good night's sleep that she almost didn't had, Marble went into the bathroom and took a shower to prepare for another day's work.
She didn't just work as a secretary, some days she helped her twin sister with some small unresolved things and that day, it'd be for a wedding.
While washing the mane full of shampoo, Marble couldn't help but be confused when the water in the shower stopped pouring. She tried to turn the tap on, but it didn't work.
"Hey Caramel, I think the shower has stopped working!" She told her husband when she came out of the bathroom and saw him walking down the hall.
"Oh, it's a test I'm doing!" He replied.
"What do you mean?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I created a system that cuts the bath water after 5 minutes, because it's a sustainable way to save water in the world!" He explained.
"Honey, I think it's very beautiful that you care about our planet like that, but don't you think you should've warned me before?"
"Oh. You're right Marbs, I forgot, sorry!"
"Did you forget? A mare of this size with a huge mane needs enough water to wash me!" She protested.
"Marble It's 5 minutes. Isn't that enough time?"
Before Marble could retort that question, the door bell rang and she went to answer the door.
"What a longer shower!" Caramel muttered under his breath.
When the door opened, she saw that it was her sister, with the bride's dress in her arms.
"Marble, the bride's at the wedding site, but the dress zipper broke because she's, how can I say? A bit overweight!" Pinkie explained.
"There's no way for me to sew this now, sew it there at the wedding with her, that I'm already going!" She said, handing a small box to her sister.
"But ... What happened to your mane?" She asked, finally noticing. "This is your husband's thing, right?"
"You got it right, the bath here at home only lasts 5 minutes now, I can't even get the shampoo out!"
"But did you explain to him that there's no way a mare your size can bathe like that? Or you wash your mane or wash your body!"
"Hi Aunt Pinkie!" Rocky greeted her smiling.
"Hi my little painter, let me cover your ears that we're gossiping about your father!" She said, while putting headphones on her niece. "And then?"
"So if I talk to him about it, he thinks it's super normal!" Marble said, ending with a snort.
"How complicated huh? Can I say? Sometimes I understand that you want to divorce Caramel!" She said.
"You want what?" He asked, making them both startle at first with his presence.
"Why didn't you tell me he was after me?" Pinkie whispered, but Marble was too shocked to respond. "Don't be upset Caramel, this is silly, talk out what we're doing here and everyone who has been married or is married has already thought about getting divorced, haven't you?"
"I already thought, but I never talked about it, which is completely different!" He replied, leaving Marble surprised, but at the same time bewildered.
"... Have you thought about divorcing me?" She asked quietly.
"Apparently, you too!" Caramel replied coldly, before leaving without saying anything more.
It was at that moment, when Marble realized that her marriage was being like coffee, when it cools or ages, it loses its flavor. And it was desperate.