Adagio stared at the kitchen counter blankly, trying her hardest to refrain from crying. She glanced at a bottle of wine across from her. She grabbed it up, swiped a glass from a cabinet, and filled it with some blood red potion.
Then she realized what she had just done, and pushed it away.
“Calm down, old girl, you’ll be fine,” she whispered to herself. Her phone rang for about the hundredth time, blaring that same emo-rock song that she both loved and detested. She knew who was calling based solely on the song, as she set it specifically for him.
She popped off the back of her phone and removed the battery.
“You’ll be fine, Adagio,” she muttered. “This is just a minor setback. You’ll figure it out. You’re a clever girl, you can deal with this.”
Adagio didn’t turn when she heard the door open. She didn’t care about anything, least of all the inevitable stupidity to come out of Sonata’s mouth. To her slight annoyance, the footsteps didn’t recede up the stairs, rather, they came closer to her. Aria walked in, stretching her arms as she did. Sonata followed closely behind, heading directly for the fridge.
“Sup, Dag,” said Aria. “Me and Sony were thinking about catching a movie, we were gonna ask you and Emo-Freak if you wanted to double.”
“No,” said Adagio blandly. Aria turned curiously to her friend, who she only then noticed to be rather down.
“Who pissed in your cornflakes today?”
“Bite me, Aria Blaze. I’m not in the mood.”
“Seriously, what’s up with you?” asked Sonata, her voice loaded with concern. “You’re sounding like Aria.”
“I do not want to talk about it,” breathed Adagio. “I repeat, I do not want to talk about it.”
Sonata grabbed her chocolate milk from the fridge and took a seat across from Adagio. Aria shrugged, then took a seat next to her wife. Apparently, they would soon be talking about it.
“Spill it,” said Sonata. “What’s the matter? We might be able to help you!”
“Yeah, you might as well tell us,” said Aria. “Sony is super persistent, she’ll never leave you alone if you don’t tell her.”
“Fine! You want to know so badly, I’ll tell you!” snapped Adagio. She sighed, then grabbed her glass of wine. Before she could bring it to her lips, she remembered the situation and lowered it.
“I was over at Silver’s house,” said Adagio shakily. “And he was being his normal self. Cute, funny, and waiting on me hand and foot. We started laughing and joking about the Tears of Plague trash that he calls music. Next thing I know, we’re making out.”
“Okay?” said Sonata in confusion. “You’re upset that you made out with your boyfriend?”
“Hey, I’d be upset if I had to make out with Emo-Freak,” said Aria.
“Shut up and let me tell it. We were making out, and he was apparently pushing all the right buttons,” said Adagio. She blushed faintly pink. “One thing let to another, and we decided to… Ahem. In any case, when we were done… doing the deed… We noticed that…” Adagio sighed. “It broke.”
Aria instantly began to laugh hysterically, but Sonata had quite a different reaction. She gasped in shock, her hand clamped over her mouth.
“It’s not funny, Aria,” said Adagio, which only entertained Aria more.
“Oh my god, is he okay?” asked Sonata. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with him in the hospital?”
“What are you even talking about?” asked Adagio.
“Well, if it’s broken… That must’ve hurt, a lot!”
Adagio’s palm met her forward with enough force to shatter concrete.
“No, you moron! That doesn’t make any sense!” Adagio shook her head in disbelief.
“I’m pretty sure those things can’t break,” Aria snickered.
“Of course they can. Bones break all the time, Ari,” said Sonata, as if it should’ve been obvious. “You really need to brush up on your biology.”
“It’s not actually a bone, idiot. That’s just a euphemism,” growled Adagio.
“Huh? Isn’t that murder in this country?” asked Sonata, tilting her head in confusion. “And he’s not in that much pain, is he?” It took Aria a few moments to see what Sonata was trying to say, and she slapped her own forehead when she did.
“That’s euthanasia!” exclaimed Aria. “Jesus, how can you be so dumb?”
“I don’t really get what Chinese kids have to do with anything.”
There was a pregnant pause, in which Aria and Adagio locked eyes and came to the same conclusion: There was no point in trying to make Sonata understand.
“The condom broke, Sonata,” said Adagio blandly.
“Ooooh! Well, that’s not so bad, is it?” said Sonata. “That’s what the second one is for, isn’t it?”
Sonata was met with several seconds of uncomfortable and amazed stares before she was ignored for the remainder of the conversation.
“This is a disaster,” groaned Adagio. “A complete debacle! My entire life is going to be flipped on its head!”
“Aren’t you on the pill?” asked Aria. She still found the whole situation to be pretty funny, but Adagio’s preoccupation with her problem made it hard to enjoy.
“Well, thanks to you and your wife, I was out a bit early. My schedule got thrown off.” Adagio brainlessly grabbed the wine and very nearly took a sip, but caught herself just in time. “God! It’s already ruining my life!”
“Calm down, you psycho. What’re you so scared of?” asked Aria. “You might look it, but you’re not a teenager. You’re smart enough to take care of a kid, you have a halfway decent job, the baby daddy is there to support you, and Sonata babysits for free.” Aria took the wine glass and drained it. “What’s the issue here?”
“The issue is that I love wine. I love drinking in general,” said Adagio. “I love to eat junk food, even though I really shouldn’t. I love to have sex with my boyfriend. I love to not look like I swallowed a freaking watermelon! I love to not have mood swings, I love not to feel gassy, and I love to not have to waddle to the bathroom every five seconds! There is so much about being not pregnant that I enjoy, it’s shocking.”
“Dagi, so what if you have to stop drinking?” said Sonata. “And so what if you get fat and have to pee a lot and get stretch marks?”
“I never said anything about-”
“And so what if you get really moody and don’t wanna hook up with Silver as much?” Sonata continued, completely undisturbed. “And so what if he grows to resent you and doesn’t wanna look at you anymore? You’re still the second prettiest girl I’ve ever seen! You’ll bring him back home!”
Adagio dropped her face against the counter, sobbing softly at the depressing revelation that her entire life as she knew it was over. The whole situation was terrible, but it might’ve been a bit easier to cope with if Adagio wasn’t already afraid of their financial situation. There would already have to be cutbacks, and that was just with the three of them. Adagio wasn’t quite sure if she could provide for an extra person, a baby, no less.
“What happened?” asked Sonata. “Was it something I said?”
“Yeah, I’d say so,” said Aria. “Look, Dag, I know I was laughing earlier, but that was back when I thought you could deal with it. Listen, it’s really not all that bad.”
“How am I going to afford a kid?!” sobbed Adagio. Aria groaned in frustration. She was not supposed to be the one who was the emotional support.
“Ugh. What does Emo-Freak do for a living?” asked Aria. “What is he, 19? He’s old enough for a legit job, right?”
“He’s 23,” grumbled Adagio. “And he’s an aspiring writer. He just sent in a novel for publication. For the third time.”
“Well, third time’s a charm and all that crap, right?” Aria scratched the back of her head nervously. She was really hoping that Silver had a real job, so that Adagio would stop crying and they could all go to the movies.
“I’m going to my room,” declared Adagio. “Rarity will be here in fifteen minutes with a bunch of ice cream, and she is the only one I’m letting in. See you in nine months.”
Adagio dragged herself from the counter, then stomped down the hall and up the stairs. Aria and Sonata could only sit awkwardly as Adagio slammed the door behind her. Aria sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, we got twenty minutes until our movie,” said Aria. Sonata scoffed, and glared at her wife. “What? I already paid for the tickets! Now we gotta call Sunny and see if she and Twilight will come with us, or it’d be a waste.”
Sonata shook her head in disappointment, but pulled out her phone nonetheless. It really would be a shame if the tickets went to waste. No point in being miserable along with Adagio. Rarity would be with her, anyway. She’d be okay.
Right?
Adagio stared at her phone almost angrily for several seconds before she made the conscious decision to return her battery. When she turned it on, true to her prediction, she had 98 missed calls, almost all of which from Silver (though she was positive that the ones that weren’t from his number were from his friends’ phones). She held onto the thought of calling him, then disregarded it. If she heard his voice, she knew she’d start crying. So, she settled for the next best thing: A simple text.
Hey. Adagio hardly had to wait ten seconds for a response from her boyfriend.
Hey, yourself. You had me scared there. Adagio stared at his words for considerably longer than he did hers. She struggled to put what she wanted to say into words, which was not what she was known for.
Sorry for running out on you.
I wish you’d return my calls. A guy starts to worry after a couple of days.
I panicked.
Really? I didn’t notice. Adagio chuckled slightly. She hated Aria’s sarcasm, but Silver’s was somehow more charming.
So…
Alright, I don’t know where your head's at, so you gotta talk to me.
I’d rather keep it to text, if you don’t mind.
Whatever. Just spill it.
I’m scared out of my mind and I’m pretty sure you’re going to leave me before it’s too late.
Wow, do I really come off that brave? Here I was thinking you saw me as a coward. Adagio snickered sort of sadly at her boyfriend’s poor attempt at humor.
What are we going to do about this? This time, several minutes passed before Silver responded.
I don’t really know what you’re asking. Are you asking if you should get a…?
Look, it’s not Jesus Christ or Lord Voldemort, you can say the name of it.
I’m not a huge fan of that plan. I know it’s not ideal, but if push came to shove…
You know I hate that ellipses nonsense.
If push comes to shove, there are very few people I’d rather have a baby with than you.
Really? Who are the people you’d prefer?
Morgan Freeman.
You’re an idiot. Adagio realized that she was smiling, despite the fact that the world was ending.
Ifly.
I love you too.
How you doin?
I’ve made a decision.
Did you?
Yes.
Feel like sharing that decision with me? I mean, it’s your call. It’s not like it impacts me in any way.
I can’t keep this kid, but I don’t want to have an abortion.
So what? Adoption?
How do you feel about that? Adagio was afraid, because there was a five minute pause before she received the return text.
I think any choice we make kinda sucks. I know that I’m not ready for a kid yet, so this is probably our best shot.
Am I supposed to feel this sad?
I dunno. Last time I was pregnant, I got pretty sad when I had to give up the baby, but I don’t know if that’s typical. Adagio rolled her eyes before wiping them of tears.
You’re not funny.
Soz.
I hate that word.
Sozza?
I’m leaving you now.
Well, living was overrated, anyway. Suicide might not be so bad.
Again, not funny.
Sorry.
You tell your friends yet?
Sure did. Conj tried to be supportive, W was… Well, he was W.
Yeah, more or less the same here. Nata made me feel ten times worse in her attempt to make me feel better, and Aria laughed at me.
Seriously? Isn’t she supposed to be your friend?
Well, she laughed until she realized that I didn’t have it under control. I guess she just got used to me having an answer for everything. You know, she hasn’t seen me cry in over a thousand years.
Yeah, I keep forgetting that. You don’t come off as 1,000.
1,729, actually.
Jesus. Can someone say May/December?
I told you I was old.
I got a thing for older women. Adagio couldn’t help but laugh at that. She loved how he wasn’t afraid to say bizarre, scorn-worthy things like that.
That could come off as kind of creepy to the wrong person.
Good thing you’re the right person.
You’re so corny.
Ikr
I have to go deal with the idiots. I’m pretty sure that they’re trying to find a way to burn down the house.
We should head up to my parents’ lodge next week.
Random thought.
Sorry, I was just thinking. It could be like a kind of couple’s resort. Aria and Sonata can come, and we’ll have a good time. It’s beautiful this time of year.
Sounds good. I’ll run it by them. I’ll talk to you later, love.
Cya.
YES! YES! YES!
It’s nice to hear from you, Daniel Bryan, but I’m expecting a text from my gf, so I’m going to have to talk to you later.
Guess what???
Aria got hit by a van?
Nope!
Bus?
Stop guessing.
Okie
I just got my period! I’m not pregnant!
Awesome! Dodged a bullet, eh?
I’ve never been so happy to bleed in my entire life! I’m going to drink ALL of the booze in Canterlot City!
Just be sure to pace yourself.
Is it weird that I feel kind of empty?
I expect you would. You kinda need a baby to feel full.
Seriously. I was starting to get used to the idea of having your baby.
Well, you should. It’s going to happen eventually.
Sorry?
Well, I’d like you to, anyway. Maybe sometime in the future, when the book takes off.
Right. Well, I’m coming over.
W is here.
He can watch.
I hope that’s a joke, because you know he would.
You really think, after all that just went down, I’m in a rush to get pregnant for real?
Yeah, now that you mention it, that does sound kinda dumb.
Sonata gave me an idea on how to not get knocked up.
This oughta be good.
She said that you should wear 2 condoms.
There was no response for a few minutes, which made Adagio positive that Silver had gotten up to show his friend, and the two were sharing a good, hearty laugh about it.
Keep an eye on that one. She’s going places.
I can’t wait to see you.
Nobody is making you. Get your butt over here. We have video games to crush. Adagio grinned happily, then grabbed her coat from off the bed.
On my way.