"Spike, what are you reading?" I nearly got a heart attack as the voice of my wife hit my ears. The book in my claws dropped to the ground and the ink on the desk infront of me spilled over the frech parchment I had rolled out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
I sighted and grabbed a towel I had ready in case of drool emergencies. Saphire like to play whit her fathers "toys" a little to much these days. "No it's ok sweetie", I assured the unicorn, who was already gathering the ink on the desk and levitated it back into the little bottle. "I was just reading over the old material for the book."
"So you finally writing it? For real this time?" She shoved me a little, picking up my old diary from between my feet. "I remember this. It was your first one right? The one you started with. I haven't seen it in years."
"Well," I rubbed the back of my head. "It has some very embarrassing stuff in it. I would probably burn it, if it would not contain your letter. You know, the one with the permission to ogle you all I want." I turned my head slightly so Sweetie Belle could se my wiggling eyebrows, but also to look at her. I had just read the last entry and a ten years younger Sweetie Belle was still in my mind. But the version I got was even better. She didn't keep her slender appearance after our second foal, but she was still the very definition of female beauty. Her mane was also longer, and combed instead of curled. "How was work?"
These days, she worked with Vinyl Scratch in her studio. The DJ was very much past her prime and now made money with localizing movies from Germane or Prance. Thus, she needed voice actors. It was an easy enough job to do for someone gifted like Sweetie and she liked to have a bigger audience than me and the kids. "You know Vinyl, I had to improvise half of the dialogue, because in her translation every third word was 'radical dude' or 'hell yeah'." She grinned and as one we leaned forward for a little kiss. "Did the kids behave?"
"Well, Aunt Rarity came over with little Elusive and took Barb with her for ice cream. And Saphire is sleeping upstairs."
"So", Sweetie started, again with a grin. "we are alone for now and have a dirty magazine?" She levitated the diary in front of my face. "Let's read it. I want to know what little Spike thought about me."
"Well, little Spike thinks your the most gorgeous mare ever and would like bury himself between your flanks. And my younger self was just to nervous to even think about that." I love Sweeties laugh. "But I have a proposal to make. I let you read mine, if I can read yours."
"I lost it!" OK, that answer came way to fast and I could only raise an eyebrow at her. "I burned it, buried the ash in Everfree Forest and burned that too!"
"Well, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention. Where is it?" Sweetie dropped my diary and made a step backwards. "It's in the attic, isn't it?" Her eyes widened, then she bolted. A dragon high on her heels.