“Forever?” Jonathan Apple asked.
“Forever,” Blue Skies replied.
Jonathan chuckled. The old tawny coloured earth pony turned to look at his sky blue pegasus wife. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Blue narrowed her eyes at the sky, challenging the expanse with a glare. “Nah, forever. I’m not losing you to something as lame as time.”
“Maybe apple pie.”
“... Maybe,” Blue relented. “But, you are a very close second!” She added.
He laughed, slapping the the grass underneath them with a withered hoof. A breeze blew through the meadow, shifting the dappled light overhead.
“Well, I can’t be too mad. My apple pie is delicious.” Blue eyed Johnathan’s rear, then waggled her eyebrows. He released a guffaw. “We’re too old for that nonsense, Blue.”
“Age is just a number, babe,” Blue countered.
“And functional hips are a requirement.”
“You’re no fun, John.”
“No, I’m just old.”
Blue maneuvered herself on top of Johnathan. She nestled her head into his chest. Vivid green eyes peered back at him from the bush of his fur.
“At least, we can still cuddle,” Blue said.
“Its the only thing we do!” Jonathan laughed, wheezing slightly from Blue’s weight against his chest.
“It very important.”
“It is. Can’t skip our daily cuddles.”
She nodded. Jonathan stroked her mane as she dozed off. A frown mared his face as a nagging thought came to mind.
“Do you mean it?” Jonathan asked.
“Mean what?” Blue mumbled.
“Forever?”
Blue scooted up and pressed her snout to his.
“We could live a thousand lifetimes, and I would still choose you,” Blue said.
“... I didn’t take you for a romantic.”
“With you? Always.”
She kissed him. He kissed her back. Two lovers near the end, entwined.