The next morning, Trixie woke up first when the sun’s rays hit her eyes. She sat up as she yawned and stretched. She looked next to her to find Rarity still deeply asleep. She managed to find a way to tell her about Beau Monde intentions the previous night before sleeping. She didn’t want to wake her up in case she couldn’t easily fall asleep. Trixie put on her golden bracelet before walking downstairs, to the kitchen, to prepare herself some coffee. She wasn’t even in the mood to open the curtains. She sat on the table once she had her mug of coffee and drank it while she looked at her surroundings. I feel impotent. I can adapt to live on the streets again, but Rarity… I suppose that I can buy a small house, but where would we move? If only I kept my mouth shut! No, she was yelling at Rarity, I had to do something. But I could have avoided saying that we are married. Beau Monde… if I ever see you again….!
“Trixie?” The blue Unicorn looked to where the voice came from to find Rarity standing by a door. She was obviously still depressed. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Oh, sorry, Rarity. I thought that you would want to sleep more since we both had problems to sleep.”
Rarity could barely smile and made her way to the table. “Next time try to put a pillow as a decoy.”
Trixie chucked and had another sip of her coffee. “I’ll prepare you what you want. I don’t have an appetite.”
“I don’t either…” Rarity put her forelegs on the table and put her chin on them. “How can somepony eat in a moment like this?”
“I’m sorry, Rarity.”
Rarity raised her head, looking at her wife. “For what?”
“I shouldn’t have mentioned that we were married. Maybe she could have hired you permanently if I didn’t…”
The fancy Unicorn reached Trixie’s hoof with her own, causing the later to look at her. “No, no, you did the right thing. Do you thing that I would want to work for such a horrible pony? Yes, she might ruin my career with her review, but I prefer to be poor than losing my principles.”
“What about your boutique? Your home?”
“As long as we are together, I don’t care.”
Trixie smiled a bit. “We’ll sort this out somehow. Don’t worry. My lady won’t live on the streets.”
Rarity could catch the smile. “We’re not alone. Our friends will help us.”
“Yes, of course.”
Rarity’s smile faded as she looked at her front door. “Do you think that I should open?”
The magician pony looked at her back, to look at the door as well. “We won’t lose anything by trying. Maybe not everypony read the newspaper.”
"You're right. We must get presentable first, though.” Rarity stood up and walked upstairs alongside Trixie, who left her mug in the kitchen. They combed their hair and mane, applied their makeup and walked back downstairs, to the front door. Rarity looked at her wife, who nodded, before taking a deep breath and opening the door. “Wh-What?!” Both Rarity and Trixie’s eyes widened for what they saw outside. A very long queue was formed. They could swear that the line was almost as big as the one their friend Applejack had whenever it was Apple Cider Season. They noticed that Pinkie Pie was the first in line. She had a saddlebag with her.
“Yay! About time you girls opened!” The party pony cheerfully said.
“Pinkie?” Rarity was still surprised. “What are yo- what are they doing here?! Why are there so many ponies?”
“How should I know, I just saw a line and wanted to join in!”
“If you joined the line, why are you at the front?” Trixie asked.
“Because I was here first!”
“But you just said you joined the line...” Rarity spoke, not understanding her friend… again.
“I did.” There was a moment of silence. “Too much physics to explain, now let's get back to the original topic, the readers are probably getting bored.”
“What are you talking about, what's going on? Why is everyone here?” This was hurting Rarity’s brain.
“To buy dresses of course, silly. This is a dress shop after all! Or have you decided to change your business? Oh, no! I really loved your dresses! Why aren’t you making anymore?”
“Pinkie, we’re still making them.” Trixie said. “Wait, what did you mean when you said ‘readers’?”
“Oh, I meant them!” Pinkie Pie said as she looked at the ponies behind her. “They sure have liked the article about you on the newspaper. That’s why I’m here.” The pink pony said as she entered the boutique, smiling from corner to corner.
“Why are you here again?” Trixie asked to her friend as Rarity allowed some ponies to enter.
“To give you this!” Pinkie Pie said as she took the day’s newspaper and gave it to Trixie. “Carousel Boutique made it into the news! Page 23.”
Trixie searched for the page and began reading while Pinkie Pie skipped to where Rarity was. The title read Fall from the Top. Trixie read the article. Yesterday afternoon, the most successful fashionista, Beau Monde, lost her job, her fortune and our heart when she tried to write a bad review on a resident of Ponyville for having gotten married to another mare. Her superiors didn’t like her hatred on same gender marriages and fired her. Mrs. Lulamoon has a small but successful shop called ‘Carousel Boutique’ in Ponyville, as we previously pointed out. If any of you want to try her dresses out, go to her boutique, you won’t regret it… Trixie stopped reading and grinned. She galloped to where her wife was and showed her the article.
Rarity read it quickly before looking at Trixie. “Is this too much? I know that she’s mean, but…”
“Sweetheart, she tried to ruin your life. She’s not dead, she lost her fortune. She didn’t deserve it, nor her prestige. She will have to live the rest of her life as a no one.”
“Yes, you’re right…” Rarity slowly smiled. “We’ll discuss this further when my hooves aren’t full.”
“I’ll help you.” Trixie put the newspaper on the kitchen’s table and trotted to help Rarity.
Carousel Boutique’s closure time arrived and the last customer Rarity could attend left and she changed the sign to ‘closed’ before sighing of relief.
“What an exhausting day, don’t you think, Trixie-boo? And the rest will return tomorrow.” The fashionista waited for Trixie to speak, but she didn’t. Rarity looked around, not being able to find her wife. “Trixie?” She looked for her significant other in the kitchen, where she only found the newspaper which Pinkie Pie brought and Trixie’s coffee, which was long cold. Rarity walked out of the kitchen. “Trixie? Where are…? Oh.” The fancy Unicorn smiled. She found Trixie, resting on their couch. Her belly was up, she had her forelegs behind her head and one of her rear legs was hanging from the coach. Her eyes were closed.
Rarity walked to where Trixie was napping making the least noise possible. My, my. Somepony’s completely exhausted. I wonder if she will mind if I… Rarity stopped just in front of Trixie. She could see how peaceful she was. Rarity took off her glasses and got on top of Trixie, with her forelegs on her withers. She closed her eyes just when Trixie half opened hers. The showmare embraced Rarity from her waist before closing her eyes. Rarity snuggled her head against Trixie’s chest before both of them fell asleep.
***
The next day, at nighttime, the couple was getting ready to sleep after another exhausting day of work. Rarity was sitting on her bed while she waited for Trixie, who was brushing her teeth.
The fashionista spoke as soon as Trixie returned. “I’m glad that we have attended all of the customers, I don’t think that I would resist another day working as hard as we did these two days. Thank you again for lending me a hoof, my love.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Rarity. I’m glad that you now see how exhausting it is to work as much as you used to.” Trixie said as she approached to the bed.
“I will never forget the argument we had last year, Trixie-boo. You’ve made me open my eyes. I won’t risk losing you.”
“Rarity…” Trixie got on the bed and crawled to give Rarity a peck on her lips. “I’m forever yours. You won’t lose me, never. I did what I did for your well being.”
“Still, I won’t do that again.” Rarity was smiling. “When was the last time that you did something selfish?”
“How long have we been together?”
Rarity giggled and turned to put her golden bracelet on the night table beside her side of the bed. Trixie did the same on her own night table before embracing Rarity from behind and closing her eyes. The fancy Unicorn spoke again after a couple of minutes passed. “Trixie?”
“Hmm?” The showmare opened her eyes. Rarity would only call her only by her name in serious situations.
“I need to have a word with you.”
Trixie got really worried. She sat up. “What about? Did I do something wrong.”
“Oh, no, Trixie, it’s not that.” Rarity said as she sat up as well, looking at Trixie directly into her eyes. “It’s the complete opposite, actually. I have been observing your behavior since we got married.”
“What do you mean?”
“Trixie, I’ll just say it. I want to start a family with you.”