Night Storm laid on the soft bed, her emerald ring sparkling in the low light of the slight sunrise. Her breathing was slow but steady, signalling comfortable sleep. Drool dribbled down her lip, a light snoring sound escaping from her mouth. She smiled unconsciously, smacking her lips lightly as she talked in her sleep.
"Four pancakes... and a stack of ketchup... with little pieces of sprinkles...." She grinned, drool running down the side of her mouth.
Sword Right chuckled quietly as he watched her sleep. True, he'd missed the past three months of breakfast mornings, but seeing her smile and her chitin grow an teeny bit bigger each week made him happy. At first, Night Storm was upset that she couldn't make him breakfast every morning. Both of them were.
Night Storm made the most... unique kinds of food that Sword Right didn't really want to even smell, and she couldn't stay up long enough to keep the morning breakfasts for him. Sword, after a few weeks, demanded their roles be switched until she had the foal, since she fell asleep at seven and woke up at eight the next day.
Night smacked her lips together again, rolling over towards Sword. She got fairly close to his face, her head on his arm. Her mane laid on her cheeks, stuck with drool and spit. Night smiled again, murmuring words as she dreamed.
"Oh, Sword..." She whispered, nuzzling his arm affectionately. "Apples... and mustard... yummy food."
He chuckled and she leaned forward, bumping her nose against his and opening her azure eyes with a smile as she blinked and wiped at her eyes.
"Good morning, Sword." She smiled, stretching before cuddling into Sword's chest.
"Good morning, Storm. And good morning, foal." He grinned, rubbing her belly gently.
Storm laughed, giggling as his warm hands tickled her stomach. "S-Stop! It t-t-tickles!"
He smiled and planted a kiss on her lips, using his hand to wipe away her drool. She blushed and smiled, looking at him with a grin. Her stomach growled, making a gurgle noise, making the pony blush.
"Make me breakfast?" She asked with the cutest pout imaginable.
"What do you want?" Sword asked back with a smile.
"Anything." She murmured, rolling back over.
"Aye, captain!" He saluted, walking into the kitchen.
Night Storm continued her slumber, her drool dribbling down her chin and down to her shirt. She slept soundly, rolling back and forth in her pajamas. She sat up and rubbed her eyes when he came back in with pancakes.
"Breakfast is served."
"Yum!" She smiled, sniffing it. She nibbled the pancakes happily, and sloppily.
Sword Right chuckled, dabbing drool from her chin and scratching her cheek, making her stop and shudder. Her wings buzzed idly and she smiled; it was like a Changeling Off Switch. She made purring noises as he scratched her cheek, her chitin making clicking noises as she purred.
Sword chuckled and looked at her. "What on Equestria are you doing?"
Sword Right stopped and she immediately perked up, her ears up again. She smiled, leaning forward with a toothy grin. "Do it again?"
"What were you doing?" Sword asked again with a chuckle.
"It felt good. Like an itch you can't scratch." She continued, holding her cheek out for him to scratch.
"Okay, okay," He grinned, scratching her cheek again.
The Changeling began to drool again, sticking her tongue out and biting her lip with a happy grin. She continued making silly faces as he did so, not finishing her pancakes. He stopped soon with a laugh.
"Why'd you stop?" She asked with a frown.
"Eat breakfast first." He tilted his head. "For me?"
"Fine," She pursed her lips and ate her food again.
"What's it like? Being pregnant?" He asked, tilting his head.
Night Storm continued to chew on the pancakes, thinking about it for a second. "Well, it's like... like a surprise. You don't know what you're getting. Like, like your birthday, or Hearth's Warming Eve." She explained. "It's nice to have a baby curled up in your belly, but you can't lay on your belly, so that kinda sucks, but you're turning food into a baby! And you get weird food cravings, and you don't feel great sometimes, but I'm almost positive it'll be worth it at the end."
Sword Right hugged her gently, making her surprised. "I'm so glad you're having a baby."
She bumped their noses together. "We're having a baby." Night Storm corrected. "Now, let me finish my pancakes."
"But you just wanted me to scratch your cheek." Sword raised a brow.
"Yeah, but then I got hungry and now I want to finish them so you can scratch my cheek again." Night smiled, digging into her food and finishing it quickly. She swallowed it and drank the milk with a smile, holding her right cheek out towards him. "Cheek scratches?"
He chuckled, beginning to scratch her cheek again. "Cheek scratches."