Kids.
“Have you ever thought of having kids?”
Rarity watched as Applejack paused, a bite of sandwich halfway to her mouth. The orange earth pony straightened up, looked to the ceiling, and mouthed the words as if not sure she had heard them correctly.
When it was clear her love would not respond any time soon, Rarity casually went on, “I’ve always wanted at least one. It would be nice, to have someone to help out at the boutique…”
This seemed to snap the earth pony out of her stupor. “Help out at the boutique? Heck no. If’n we ever have a youngun they’ll work at the farm.”
Rarity waved a hoof. “I’m sure we can split their time between working at both, darling.” She paused, and glanced at her wife slyly out of the corner of her eye. “So… how many would you like?”
“Heck, I dunno, Rares.” Applejack rubbed her neck, a bit uncomfortable.
“I think we should have three.”
“Golly. That’s a lotta birthin’. Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Rarity said with conviction. Then, more quietly she added, “I think it would be quite fitting, since we both have threes in our cutie marks.”
Applejack gazed fondly at her. “Well if ya want three kids, then I guess that’s how many we’ll have.”
The grin on Rarity’s face was worth the awkwardness of the conversation. Applejack straightened up proudly, and went back to eating.
“Oh, one more thing, darling.” Rarity chimed in almost nonchalantly. Applejack looked at her, her chewing slowing down a bit.
“If we have a colt, his name will be Jasper.”
The look in her wife’s eyes told AJ that there would be absolutely no arguing the matter.
“Whatever ya want, sugar.”
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