Sweetie and I had a talk today. A very important talk. Maybe even the most important talk of our live so far.
We were sitting in our cabin, watching out of the window how the snow entombed land passed by. Then it all started with; "Spike, can we talk?" She stood up, walked over to me and sat down again next me, nuzzling my chin. Than she told me how her last weeks went. How she did the shores Rarity had her do every other day, how she sung in the hospital and with the music ponies in the park and more importantly, how she felt about all of that. She knew that she had talent, but she doubted that she ever will be famous. "You know Miss Fiddlesticks, and Miss Octavia, my music teacher from Canterlot. Their are both good singers, but neither is really so famous that they can live from making music alone. Miss Octavia obviously is giving lessons and Miss Fiddlesticks is working with Carrot Top on her farm." She further told me that she feared that she would be stuck in this phase of her life. Living with Rarity, just one day after another.
I never had such fears. I was actually happy living in the castle, managing the library and all. I know I complain from time to time, but who doesn't?
Of course I tried to cheer her up, telling her that I really like her singing and that she belonged on a big stage next to Saphire Shores and the like. She just smiled, kissed me and shook her head. "That's is not what I'm getting at Spike", she added further. Sweetie continued how she had seen the world of the stars already. After all, her sister is a fashion star. It would be nice for while, she mused, bit in the end, it was very, very lonely. Rarity didn't had a special somepony in years. Either because she didn't found anyone, or because she didn't had the time. "I don't want that, Spike."
But now I realized why she wanted to move out, making a step forward. She felt stuck, getting nowhere. And why did I wanted to stay in the castle? Because I'm just lazy. Just down the hall is my workplace, I have big ass bathroom and every comfort I could wish for. I felt like dirt for even considering denying her wish. I loved this mare, for the last year I told her over and over again that she was my everything. It was time to back up that claim. I will rent or even buy a house as soon as we are back in Ponyville. Even if I have to take on a second job.
But Sweetie wasn't done. "Spike, listen. I know this might scare you, but... If I don't manage to get a job in a year or two... I want to become a housewife. You know, staying at home, cooking for you and maybe even..."
I knew she meant. A foal, foals. I was shocked, at least for a moment. I mean, we didn't even...
Well, we did kind off, you know. Licking and stuff... But not the real deal in any imagine of the way.
I couldn't say anything at that moment and I still haven't. I just kissed her again and held her in my embrace. Where she still is. Sleeping with her head on my belly. I hope by tomorrow, I know what to say.