Overprotective Parenting
By: Sam Cole
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"Twilight, stop." Rarity groaned as the princess stormed off, almost earning the moniker of a tyrant.
"Rarity, I can't believe you! I simply can't believe you want this- this thing around!" Twilight snorted as she turned around, thrusting the toy monkey under her wife's nose. "There is a recall on this toy! And I don't know about you, but I will not let our precious little filly play with such dangerous things!"
"Not Momo," Rarity whined, taking the toy away form Twilight unexpectedly. "Charity loves him. Have you seen her smile when she plays with him?"
"Rarity, the eyes come off extremely easily!" Twilight retorted, trying to reclaim the toy, but found herself frozen by the mother's stare.
"I saw that information yesterday. And I then when over and removed the eyes Momo came with, and added some new ones myself." Rarity hissed back. "Or did you forget you're married to a seamstress who makes baby clothes for a living as well as her elegant gowns?"
"I-"
"Twilight, I get where you're coming from, but Charity is going to be fine. Just relax, breath deep, and trust the monkey." Rarity smiled before she was interrupted by the cry of a small filly piercing the air.
"I'll be so much happier when teething is over." Twilight groaned as she and her lover returned to the small unicorn's care once more.
A cream colored filly with amethyst eyes and messy indigo hair that refused to cooperate with Rarity's design plans, but in a rather adorable way lay there now, commanding all attention like a true child of Rarity's would in any room.
"Why Charity? Why did you have to take after my father for your mane's volume?" Rarity teased. "Please, please please please, tell me you'll get that under control by the time you start school, little fluff ball?"
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that-" Twilight began, but was again cut short by the mother's glare.
"What did I tell you about teaching our foal about advanced mathematical concepts?" Rarity snorted.
"It doesn't count if it's only theory?" Twilight ventured to a weighted sigh from her tired better half.
"No Twilight. You're worrying too much." Rarity scolded as she lifted the foal to check her diaper.
"I just don't want our foal to waste any time of learning potential on silly things like Wonderbolt lineups or teen stars." Twilight sassed back. "Do you?"
"No, but you're still being too overprotective dear. Clean diaper?"
"I'm just so scared. You've had years of practice raising Sweetie Belle around your house. You're a natural..."
"You raised Spike." Rarity chortled.
"Spike can swim in lava. He's pretty disaster proof on his own." Twilight dismissed while Rarity set the filly back down with the monkey in tow.
"True, but you still had to learn about feeding, diapers, story time, and the like, no?" Rarity asked as she pressed her love to the wall. "I like to think you're a great mommy too. You're just a tad excitable."
"Meh, I'm just well read." Twilight teased while she wrapped her hooves around her lover. "How about we get some of that 'little thing' we can't really get anymore?"
"Darling, talking about 'That?'" Rarity laughed quietly while their foal slipped into slumber once more. "You know talking about it means it'll never happen."
"We can try." Twilight affirmed, taking Rarity's hoof and guiding her to the bedroom for a favored past time neither was fulfilling as of late. Just as the two heads hit the pillows though, a cry broke the air of the too briefly quiet home.
"Twi? Rares? I'm back from Sweet Apple Acres!" Spike hollered out as he came home, and like clock work the cries of Charity Sparkle Grace rang out through the house. "Oh man, why didn't you two tell me she was asleep?!"
"So much for sleep..." Twilight groaned.
"Twi, Charity needs a new diaper!" Spike hollered down the hall, walking into their room holding the filly at arm's length.
"I got this one Rarity. Try to get some sleep." Twilight smiled for her lover, just to find the mare had passed out as soon as she had hit the bed. "I will never figure out how you do that..."
"Twilight, what have you been feeding her?" Spike retched as Twilight took hold of the filly and walked her back to the nursery.
"Just what the top infant nutritionists recommend." Twilight smiled. "I may be the 'Overprotective parent,' but our filly's healthy, so that's all that matters."
"It smells like spinach and asparagus in here..." Spike complained to his friend of many years. "Besides, all those docs change their minds as often as you change her diapers."
"No they- Well... Huh, I guess they do..." Twilight reasoned while she finished with her daughter's diaper. "I am getting tired of asparagus diapers myself..."
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