Rarity had known she loved her son from the moment she’d learned he existed; really, even before then she’d loved the idea of him. It had been exhilarating to know she carried within herself half of her children, who would continue their lineage in the same way she would; the day she found their other half had been one of the best days of her life, next to the day on which she married him. Today, however, threatened to eclipse them. After nearly a year of waiting, she held him not between her legs in her belly, but between her legs lying with her on a bed. His hooves and horn were still covered in feathers, and they were staring at each other. He had so many of his and her features in him; he was gorgeous.
She didn’t even know his name yet, but she knew she loved him.