Rarity was humming to herself quietly in the sewing room of the Carousel Boutique, working on her latest fashion idea. It was at this moment that her beloved fiancé, Hayseed Turnip Truck paid her a surprise visit. The groundskeeper stallion walked in rather timidly, with what appeared to be a frown on his face.
“Hayseed, darling,” exclaimed Rarity. “It’s so wonderful to see you! What brings you here at this time of day?”
She sauntered over to give her fiancé a kiss.
“Oh…ah…just wanted to see ya,” Hayseed fumbled about. “Whatcha doin?”
“The usual,” she said. “Working on a fabulous new design.”
“That’s…really nice,” he replied.
“Are you alright, deary,” she asked with great concern. “You look as though you’re sick or something.”
“No, no,” he said. “It aint nothin like that. Ah…ah was just wonderin if ya were sure about marryin me?”
“Why on earth would you ask such a thing,” she asked in shock.
“Well…ah’ve just been thinkin about things,” he said. “Ah mean, ah aint the richest, smartest, cultured, or even best lookin stallion around. Ah can’t believe ya even started goin out with a country bumpkin like mahself. And…”
“Now you just stop right there,” she chimed in. “I don’t want you saying such terrible things about yourself. What brought such thoughts in your head?”
“Ah know what ah look like, Rarity,” he said. “Oh sure ah fixed mah teeth, but ah’m still goofy lookin by most standards. Ah see the way other ponies stare when we’re walkin around town. Every so often ah even hear ponies say stuff like ‘What the hay is that yokel doin with somepony like Rarity?’ And ah know how big you are on things like social status and fancy stuff. Sure ah make ok money workin at the park…but it’s not as if it’s money that’ll make us fancy pony folk. Then there was that one time in Canterlot, where ah…”
Rarity then embraced Hayseed warmly and began stroking his mane.
“I don’t want you to ever worry about silly things like that, Hayseed,” she interrupted. “That was a long time ago, and I’ve learned a lot of things since then. I’m not with you for your money or looks or any other sort of materialistic thing like that. I’m with you because I love you with all my heart and soul. You’re the kindest stallion I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you otherwise. I’ve been with plenty of stallions who were concerned with their own selfish needs, or wanted me for nothing but my looks. Some were even intimidated by my success with the boutique, or helping my friends save Equestria. But you’ve never treated me that way. You treat me as if I was the most important pony in the world.”
“Well, ya are the most important pony in the world,” he said, blushing brightly. “Aw man, that sounded so corny!”
“But I know you mean it,” she said, stroking his cheek. “And you’re the most important pony in the world to me. I wouldn’t want to change anything about you. You’ll make a wonderful husband, and a fantastic father.”
“Ya wanna have kids with me,” he said in surprise.
“Of course I do,” she laughed. “We need more wonderful ponies in this world like you. What better way to do that than having some little ones of our own.”
“Aw shucks,” he chuckled and blushed even brighter. “Ah’m too lucky to have ya, Rarity.”
“The feeling is mutual, darling,” she said, planting a long kiss on the lips.
After kissing, Rarity pulled away for a moment and started batting her eyelashes.
“You know, the store’s having a bit of a slow day,” he cooed. “Why don’t I, close shop for a while?”
Hayseed’s entire body turned beat red and he began to chuckle even more uncontrollably. That was all Rarity needed to hear, so she used her magic to lock the doors and then floated Hayseed to her bedroom; he was still chuckling as she levitated him along.