"What?!" Cheerilee replied- getting her mouth quickly covered by BicMac.
"With Granny retiring, Applebloom being older along with Spike now living at the farm- it's got me thinking. Does the farm need me anymore? Do I need the farm?"
"BigMac- slow down dear, where is all this coming from"
"Well, if it ever came to us gettin hitched, I wouldn't want to make you move to the farm. What if we started a family, the farm would overflow. You bought a family home in case of guests or relatives... What if we want to ever start a fa-"
Cheerliee put a hoof to his mouth and BigMac stopped talking.
"You never speak this much, you've must've been holding all this on your mind..."
BigMac's head sunk down. "Eeyup..."
"Well... if you want to do it... it's your choice. You aren't bound to the farm or your grandmother."
"But..."
"But nothing. From what I know about your family and Spike they'd all be caring enough to understand how you feel."
"You don't get it, Cheerilee. They take the farm and family very seriously..."
"What do you mean?
"Well..."
It hadn't been long, only 3 months, since Pear Butter joined the Apple family and the other Pears had gone to Vanhoover, it wasn't easy, but surprisingly Granny Smith seemed... somewhat more accepting now. Apparently, someone else had ditched their spot as a head manager of the farmstead up in Appleloosa, causing Braeburn's father, Cripps Apple, to take over in replacement. She had run off with some guy, and that's why it was such a touchy subject, so when Granny feared it may have happened twice in a row, and now with "one of the Pears," she was worried. Did it excuse her or Grand Pears actions? Of course not, Pear Butter thought to herself, but what can you do, running her tail up about it ain't gonna do anything...
"What ya' thinking about there, Buttercup"
Pear Butter jumped a little, startled as she had been lost in thought.
"Oh, it's nothin', just thinking about if Grand Pear got to Vanhoover safe is all, he may have... but that don't mean I'd want him dead..."
"I'm sure he got there safe and fine, now c'mon, Maw made apple butter pancakes with pralines"
"Sounds delicious Hon, I'll be right down."
Pear Butter, or Buttercup as her nickname went, went down the stairs for some of Granny's famous pralines, now pancakes are fine on their own but Granny's pralines make them a treat to die for, or at least that's what Bright had always said. While Buttercup was thinking if her father was ok, she had also found out something big at her most recent doctor's visit.
She was going to have a young colt and did not know how to say that to Bright, after all, she basically just joined this family and now she was going to add another member in not even a year.
"Thank ya, Granny, they were delicious"
"No problem dearie, but move your caboose, we'gots work ta' do!"
"Right Maw, c'mon Buttercup, those apples won't buck themselves, I'll race ya!"
"Oh Bright, you know I can't keep up- and he's gone."
"Yeah, doubt he'll be able to keep up with yer child either there Buttercup."
"I 'ssupose yer right Grann-"
"Wait, you know?!"
Pear was very nervous, how did she know when she hadn't told anybody!
"Oh phuleez missy, mare's intuition, we always know, I think I'm happy for you, but I can't be the one to tell Bright. That has to be your truth to tell, so it be true for him an' you."
"But what if he's not ready."
"Then I'll help ya whip his flank int'a shape!"
Pear had a lot to take in, but she was glad it was going better with Granny, it could only get better from here, right?