“…Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle”, Twilight smiled as her draconic assistant Spike finished his scribbling and let out a belch of luminescent green flame, which encompassed Twilight’s letter; sending the lavender unicorn’s latest findings and reports of adventures in Ponyville off to the Princess. Spike let out a triumphant smile and then yawned, somewhat defusing his smug pose. He meandered and tottered all the way back to Twilight’s desk as she smiled at him warmly, He’s so cute when he’s tired she thought to herself.
Before he could let out a word of protest he was on her back with his favourite blanky and she was cantering to his bed. “Let’s get you to bed” Twilight said. Spike let out an incredibly intelligent and well-structured argument reasoning as to why he should be allowed to stay up, sadly for him the argument was cleverly disguised as incoherent babble to Twilight’s ears. She giggled sweetly and shook her head slightly as he babbled “Oh Spike, you’re really dozing on your feet aren’t you?” He did nothing, simply mumbled and devoted what was left of his willpower to keeping his eyes open.
She slowed down and carefully set him in his bed, covering him in a nice warm duvet while his favourite blanky was in a vice like grip. Despite his prior arguments his head was asleep before the duvet touched his scales. Twilight giggled at him, already snoring, and leant down; delivering a warm kiss on his forehead “Goodnight Spike” she whispered as she gave him a quick nuzzle before leaving the room and turning off the lights.
Before she reached the door, she heard a whisper. She assumed it was her heart telling her things that were never said, but as she slowly realised what the whisper was, she hastily closed the door and made her way back to her room with tears growing ripe in her eyes, ready to fall. The whisper was Spike, “Goodnight Momma” he had said. Twilight got into her bed and hugged a pillow imagining it was Spike, softly sobbing with happiness. There was one heart felt whisper from the unicorn before she drifted off to sleep herself: “Goodnight sweetie”