Being a mother was the best thing that ever happened to me. After I spoke with Princess Twilight Sparkle, I immediately went to the foal store on the other side of Ponyville. I bought a cradle, a play pin, a proper foal sash, and a few other things a foal would need. I had the owner give me a cart to use to pull all of the items in it, and even if I wasn't strong, I was determined; though it was nice of him to give me the cart for free.
The things ponies do these days. Such a kind stallion. Steam Snowflake fell asleep as I pulled the cart, and I got it home with only four stops along the way. I parked the cart outside my home and carried the sash in first. I set it down in the living room that I counted as a foyer and I opened it, putting Steam in it and putting it around my neck. It was black in color but it worked fine. I threw the trash the the garbage bin outside my home and pulled in the play pin very carefully.
It took a little while but I got it open. The next part was even worse. True, it came with tools and instructions, but it was way more difficult than it needed to be. But once the red, yellow, and blue colored foal container was assembled, I put Steam in it. I watched her through the mesh material and she looked around with a smile.
I quickly galloped back to the cart and got a bouncy ball and a stuffed brown dog, and put them in the pin. She picked the dog up and played with it, hugging it and rolling around with it. I picked up the cradle and began the horrible task of opening the box and putting the thing together. I closed the front door and began building the cradle whilst keeping an eye on Steam.
After about two hours of confusion and mysterious tools, I finally finished the cradle. I pushed it into my- our bedroom and laid the mattress, pillow, and blankets on it. I trotted back out to Steam and she smiled up at me, carrying the doggy in white magic already. I was astonished, but amazed once she flapped her wings, bumping her nose against mine affectionately.
I smiled and hugged her and she giggled, hugging my neck as best she could. "Mama! I wove mama!"
"I love you too, Steam," I grinned as I petted her mane.
I set her down and stood before her as she looked up at me with a smile. If she was going to use magic and fly, she'd have to have rules. "Okay, Steam, you can't fly out of the house without mommy, okay?"
She nodded with a smile, closing her wings against her body. It was a good start.
"You can only use magic when mommy says it's okay to, alright?"
She nodded again, still hugging the doggy toy. I smiled and laid down next to her. She played with my mane and her toy and had the most fun she could ever have.
"What's your doggy's name?" I asked.
She thought for a moment, her pink eyes looking at the ceiling in wonder before telling me. "His name is Mr. Woofs."
"Mr. Woofs? That's a lovely name." I smiled, making her smile.
"Mr. Woofs is my friend." She smiled, hugging the plush dog close.
I stood up and looked out the window. It was almost noon. I walked to the fridge and listened to Steam play with Mr. Woofs for a while, as I prepared our lunch. I chopped up some carrots into teeny tiny bits and made some corn, putting them in a bowl and setting it on the table. I made myself some oat cereal and set it down across from the other chair, looking at Steam.
She had wandered over to watch me sometime between the corn and my cereal making. She looked at her wings that were pressed against her body and she looked to me again, then at the chair. She held Mr. Woofs in her mouth and tried to climb up the rungs of the chair, but couldn't quite get there. I used my hoof to boost her the rest of the way up and she set Mr. Woofs by her bowl with a smile.
"Can I have milk?" She asked, her adorable foal lisp still present.
I nodded and poured a glass of milk, setting it next to her. As I ate my cereal, I watched her carefully. She set a single piece of corn and two tiny bits of carrots next to Mr. Woofs with a smile. She ate the rest of her food quickly but not too quickly as to get a tummy ache.
"Are those for Mr. Woofs?" I asked.
Steam nodded with a smile. I was surprised at how well she could speak and how intelligent she already was for two years. She picked up the corn and carrots in her hoof and pretended to feed Mr. Woofs, then ate them herself.
"Mr. Woofs can't really eat, so I eat for him," She explained with a bright smile.
I nodded and helped her down the chair, then set her in the play pin. I walked back to the kitchen and cleaned up the bowls and glasses, putting them in the sink. I sighed. Being a mom was great but all that had occurred really took it out of me. I walked over to Steam Snowflake and chuckled softly as she snored slightly. I guess a full tummy did make one sleepy.
I carefully walked around the play pin, my hoof steps quiet as a mouse. I sat on the sofa and closed my eyes. I thought it was a minute... maybe even four seconds before I heard her whimper. I fell off the couch in surprise and jumped over to her, as she was waving her arms around and crying slightly.
I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"Scary closed eyes time," She said, looking up at me before burying her face in my fur.
"A nightmare, huh? Aw, don't worry, sweetie. It was just a bad dream. Those happen sometimes, but they're not real." I assured her with a smile.
She nodded lazily and her eyes blinked less and less often, eventually snoring being heard once more. I walked into our bedroom and laid her in the cradle- it would probably be more comfortable. I went back and picked up the doggy, laying it next to her. I turned the lights off and cracked the door open slightly and sat on the sofa, reading one of my old books.
It was a romance story, a lovely one at that, and I knew I had lullabies and story books in my bookshelf, but my filly was already asleep. Might as well indulge myself in some romantic literature.