After Connor and I finished our breakfast, we bid farewell to the others, and I made our way to one of the palace washrooms so I could give my little boy a bath. I turn my head to look at him with his little arms wrapped around my neck as he lets out a comforted sigh. My heart melts at the sight as I lean in to give him a tender kiss on his cheek.
He gives a little blush at the kiss and lets out a soft giggle. “Mommy, what are we going to do today?” He asks me with his usual soft and polite tone.
We arrive at the washroom and I use my magic to open the doors. I turn my head toward him as I trot inside. “That is a surprise darling, but I promise today is going to be special for my precious boy.” I give him a blushing smile and shut the doors behind us.
I trot over the tub and start his bathwater as I carefully levitate him off my back onto the floor. I look down at him with a warm smile. “Sweetheart would you like to take your bath alone or would you like for me to help give you a bath?” I reach up to tenderly stroke at his mane.
He looks up at me with a soft smile of his own and I hear a swallow escape down his throat. “Mommy, is it okay if I maybe take my bath by myself?” He wraps his little arms around my foreleg in a warm hug as I wrap my free foreleg around his small form.
I feel tears of joy sting my eyes at the gesture as I lean my head down to give him a kiss on top of his head. “Of course darling, that is perfectly fine.” A thought suddenly occurs to me. “I’ll tell you what Connor. While you’re taking your bath, I’ll make you a new set of clothes you can wear for today. How does that sound precious?” I stroke along his back as he looks up at me.
“Yes Mommy.” We gently break the hug and I turn of the water, but dip a hoof in it to make sure it was just right for him to take a bath in. I give a soft smile and nod as it is warm enough, and I use my magic to open the cabinets, levitating a towel, washcloth, a bottle of shampoo, and a bar of soap out.
I place the towel on the sink near the tub and the rest of the supplies on the tub. I look down at Connor “I’ll just be down the hall if you need me darling, okay?” He gives me a nod as I lean my head down and give him a kiss on the forehead before I trot out of the washroom and carefully shut the door behind me.
As I enter into the guest room we were staying in I immediately begin on creating my son’s new outfit. This time I decided to make an outfit of all royal blue. I decide to comprise it of a pair of soft wool pants, a white short-sleeved top, and a matching soft wool jacket.
Tsk…tsk…tsk… Rarity, what have you done? You’ve thrown away a great opportunity of becoming a widely known fashionista and expanding your business for being the mother of that little child. What are you thinking?!
Oh no, not you again. Why don’t you just leave me alone?! I’ve made my choice and the precious little boy deserves a caring family and a loving mother. I’m proud of my decision and by the understanding of my friends and the princesses, they believe I’ve made the right choice as well.
I try to shake away the nagging voice so I can continue working on Connor’s outfit. It takes me only mere minutes to complete his pants and top. Now I have to do is create the jacket and I’ll be all done. A proud smile creeps across my face as I concentrate deeply on adding the final touches.
Just imagine it though girl. Having all the fame, fortune, and upscale lifestyle you ever dreamed of, but that will never become a reality, you’ve chosen the life of a lowly, poor single mother.
Oh, would you please be quiet! I chose to be Connor’s mother, because he has gone through enough pain for a five year old. He has been abandoned by the ones who are supposed to be his real parents, abused by the hands of a foul creature who he simply calls ‘Sir’, and you want to try and convince me that my choice is wrong?! I thought you were supposed to be my conscience. You know, the voice that is supposed to support me with the choices I make.
I’m more than just your conscience dear, I’m the other half of you that yearns for those luxuries in a pony’s life; the fame, fortune, and the opportunity to live in the finest mansion in all of Equestria. Yet as I think about it, maybe having a little human child could really be beneficial in reality. Maybe not in the way I feel is right for you, but having him would make your life a whole lot easier.
I gasp at the egotistical, heartless thoughts that this other half of me is spewing at me. I’m able to finish my little darling’s outfit, but a look of frustration etches on my face.
What do you mean by that? Along with my friends, my family, having Connor as my fan will only make my life more joyous.
That might be true, but imagine not having to do anything around your home. Instead you could have your little darling of a son do all the work for you; you know, not only have him as your son, but your own personal servant.
I can feel my anger growing little by little. My brows furrow in anger, my lips purse into a scowl, and I stomp my hoof against the floor.
What?! How dare you refer to that precious little boy, my precious little baby boy as a servant? I could never do that to such a sweet and innocent little child as Connor.
Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but haven’t you always fantasized about some pony to serve you, answer to your every beck and call? Remember how you always dreamed of having a servant to give you a hooficure, organize your wardrobe, and better yet, perform all the chores around the house while you work hard on your designs.
Unable to resist the idea of having my hooves tended to, I let out a sigh, allowing a dreamy smile to replace my scowl.
Well…I…the thought of my hooves receiving a nice massage from such a sweet little boy, and for free does sound tempting.
That’s it Rarity, just imagine those little fingers relieving you of the stress of a day of dressmaking. Humans are the dominant species of Connor’s home called Earth, but you could put the little one in his place, and his place could be to serve at your hooves.
I hear a light-hearted giggle coming from my other half and it completely disgusts me. I would never, ever do that to Connor. A precious little boy such as he doesn’t deserve any kind of treatment like that; not a treatment like that he sustained from that ‘Sir’. I shake my head of these heartless thoughts.
No! Absolutely not! I cannot and will not do that to my son you vile voice! He is a wonderful child and I would never turn him into my personal servant, because he is my son and I’m proud to be his mother! So if you don’t like that, you can silence your tongue and never attempt to mess with my heart and mind again!
Tsk…tsk…tsk, such a naïve mare you have changed into of a sudden Rarity. Fine, I’ll leave you alone…for now, but everything would be a whole lot better if you would just make him into a true good little and obedient boy.
I stomp my hoof against the floor harder this time, causing me to retract it in pain. I shake it to get rid of the pain and clench my eyes shut feeling tears threaten to escape.
Enough! Just leave me and my son alone! Don’t you dare ever speak to me again! You don’t know what you are talking about. You’re just talking nonsense that only satisfies your fantasies.
I wait for a response, but after several seconds, there is none, and I let out a heavy sigh of relief. I close my eyes, take in a deep breath, and exhale deeply as I open them again. I levitate Connor’s new set of clothes and trot out of the guest room, down the hall.
As I approach the washroom, I carefully open the door, and trot inside to see my baby boy already out of the bathtub, wrapped in his towel. I trot up to him and look down at him with a warm smile. “Did you have a nice bath darling?” I reach up and stroke at his freshly washed mane.
He looks up at me with a bright smile, nodding his head. “Yes I did Mommy. The bath water was warm and comfy.” He lets out a giggle, earning a little giggle of my own.
I lean down to kiss him tenderly on the forehead. “That is good my precious.” I smile warmly down at him as I levitate his new set of clothes over to him. “I hope you like this outfit Conner.” He holds out his arms to receive them as I lay them in his arms and levitate his suit. “I’m just going to take this suit with me to put in my saddlebags sweetheart, and I’ll be right back so we can leave the castle and enjoy the day in Canterlot, okay?”
He nods his head. “Yes Mommy.” I pat at his back as I turn to trot out of the washroom and carefully close the door behind me.
I trot back down toward my room so I can place Connor’s suit in my saddlebags so I can wash them when we return to Ponyville. As I’m putting the suit up, a single, yet haunting thought forms in my mind.
I couldn’t really be that heartless to make Connor my own personal little servant. Not after all he has been through, could I?