The Father.

by Fapman


Prologue.

The eyes of a little, purple lump looked up at the big, gray stallion. It was concerning him greatly.

Her unclear mood was affecting him and making him anxious, so he asked "did something happen, Twilight?"

"I'm hungry," said the filly gazing hopefully up at him.

"Oh," he smiled, "Alright then. Let me save the day, princess."

The little filly giggled when she heard "princess". She almost always did, so he called her that in every occasion.

"Ok," Twilight chirped and sat next to the table in the kitchen, monitoring every move of the stallion.

He smiled under his snout and opened a pantry. "We have to go shopping tomorrow morning, but it's enough for the dinner and a light breakfast," he intimidated to himself rather than to the filly.

The stallion gathered ingredients and made a salad. He used two carrots, three big and red as apples tomatoes, one long cucumber and of course a lot of leaves of lettuce, which was essential in every salad. He put a portion on a ceramic plate and set the plate on the table, exactly in front of the filly.

She was looking at the dropping sun, through the window. Her ears were pulled down and her face was long. She didn’t notice the food under her face, because her thoughts were somewhere else.

“This happens from time to time,” he thought, but he also knew what to do, so he put down a portion for himself and two glasses of water causing a noise.

Twilight rapidly returned to Equestria and looked over the room nervously.

“It’s always this same,” the stallion thought smiling a concerned smile.

Their eyes met again. Her grimace softened a bit.

She had located the glass and the plate and the salad, what changed her appearance even more. “Thank you,” her voice was truly grateful. Without hesitation and cutlery she started to devour the salad, smiling to the gray stallion between small morsels she had made.

He wasn’t eating because he was amazed at how this young pony could fill her cheeks with almost half of the meal he had planted on her plate. It was filling him with some kind of pride and disgust in this same time.

She was so clumsy that a big piece of tomato almost dropped to the floor but a gray magical aura wrapped around it and put it back on her plate, which was already empty.

“Sorry,” she said and ate that morsel of tomato.

“I saw nothing,” he winked.

She turned her head to the window again, taking sips of water from time to time, but he caught her still hungry look focused at his full plate.

He looked at her playfully taking a one lettuce leaf and put couple of other vegetables inside it, just like he would making a sandwich. “I guess you need bigger portions, princess.”

She only smiled this time.

“Oh,” thought the stallion.

He wouldn't be himself if he didn’t put his plate on her empty one.

She shyly looked at him lowering her head.

“Royals needs regal portions,” he waved his hood pretending to not be hungry. But she didn’t eat.

“Come on Twilight, it’s not like it’s poisoned,” he tried to fake a laugh but her sad eyes stopped him.

Then on her face showed an odd smile, “then check it.”

He didn’t move so she explained, “check it for me, you’ve said it’s not poisoned and the royal sister's get a food tester to… you know what.” After that she pushed the plate into him, at least as far as her little legs let her.

It surprised him at first but he quickly understood.

With one hoof he took his veggie sandwich and the plate went back to the filly.

She licked her lips but hesitated as long as he finished his food.

“See, it’s completely safe, prince-” he grabbed himself at the chest and grunted several times, “princess, I was wrong, the food is poisoned!”

That made her laugh aloud lifting her head up so far that he was terrified she might fall from the stool.

But she didn’t. Still laughing and not looking at him one of her front hooves grabbed a piece of cucumber from the plate, which was sitting in middle of the small table.

He caught that and then he relaxed, letting his laugh fill the air, accompanying her. They ate the rest of the food together.

They were living like this only for a couple months, but they had acquired a peculiar bond already. They cared for each other, making each other smile and laugh.

“I hope you enjoyed our meal,” he patted her head. She gave him the warmest smile he had ever seen, but in fact he saw that everyday.

Nevertheless for him every one of them were special.

“Twilight, we have to go to sleep now if we want to be well rested and visit the market tomorrow morning. Not like we have a real choice anyway.”

“Right,” she said and jumped off the stool landing on her four hooves.

They went together to her room and picked her up to help her get on her bed. It was his bed in his room, but since she had moved into his apartment he yielded it to her. He slept on the couch in the big room, but that was not the point.

He covered her with a quilt and hugged her goodnight. He hesitated before he turned off the light and looked at her because at the beginning she used to had a problem with sleeping without light.

She was looking so pure and innocence that he only said “Good night, princess.”

There was no reaction because she was partly asleep already, so he turned off the light and when he was closing the door, because he was planning to watch some movies in the tv before sleep and not to disturb her, he heard weak-

“Good night, dad.”

The door closed behind him on it’s own speed.

His heart stopped for a single second.

He silently sobbed.

She had never called him that before.