//------------------------------// // CH-28:Unexpected Events // Story: A Discorded Love (My Little Pony/Discord) // by JasminePosey //------------------------------// 3rd Pony POV Five months later... Maria's eyes fluttered open, her red and yellow orbs glancing around the room. Sunlight shone brightly through the curtains. She felt the opposite side of the bed to find that it was empty and cold, meaning that her husband had gotten up early. She turned to the side table, which held a clock that showed that it was about 10:30 in the morning. She vaguely wondered what Discord was doing getting up so early, seeing as they almost always woke up together. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, Maria stretched, letting out an audible yawn. Her mismatched feet padded against the carpeted floor as she walked into the bathroom to fix up the tangled mess that was her hair. As she was finishing, her nose detected a faint smell of eggs and bacon. She smiled. Discord was making breakfast. She wasted no time going downstairs, entering the kitchen. Discord had his back turned, but she could see him dressed in a giant chef's hat and apron. "Whatcha doin'?" she asked. He jumped slightly at the sudden sound of her voice, whirling around to face her. She fought back a snicker as she read the apron: Kiss the cook! "Maria! What are you doing up?" he asked. "I was just going to ask you the same," she said. "Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I was going to bring breakfast to you," he said. Maria smiled as she kissed Discord's cheek. "It might not be a surprise anymore, but I'm still happy you're doing this," He smiled goofily. "Anything for my queen." *** The two sat at the dining table, an unusual silence falling over them. Discord looked over at his wife with concern. "Are you alright, my dear?" She looked at her husband, nodding. She didn't want to admit it, but the eggs tasted off. But she didn't want to hurt her husband's feelings. It was, after all, the first time he tried to prepare breakfast on his own. Over the course of the months, Maria was teaching Discord how to cook something other than books. He was good at it, which is why she was confused at the taste. His eyebrows furrowed. "It's the eggs, isn't it?" he asked. She shook her head. He gave her a look, and she nodded, avoiding eye contact. "That's strange, they taste fine to me," "I don't know why they taste weird. Maybe I'm sick?" she suggested. "No, I don't feel sick at all. That can't be it." She was about to continue when a lump formed in her throat. Her jaw quivered and her mouth began to water. Without further hesitation, she teleported to the bathroom, where she threw up. Discord followed soon after, worry plastered on his features. Maria continued to spill her guts until she was empty. She leaned back against the wall, eyes closed and breathing ragged. Her body was weakened by the action, and she didn't want to move. "I need to go to the hospital," she said to Discord. He looked reluctant, but nodded seeing that he knew practically nothing about whatever was happening. He scooped Maria into his arms, teleporting them to the Ponyville Hospital. The receptionist at the counter shrieked in fright at the sight of Discord. She regained her composure as she saw Maria in her condition. She phoned a doctor before escorting the draconequus to an empty examination room. A nurse appeared quickly, looking over Maria. After the basic checks were done, the nurse pony wrapped a medical bracelet around Maria's wrist. Maria muttered something to Discord and he summoned a wastebasket for her to barf in. They sat in the room for a few minutes before a unicorn stallion walked in. His coat was a light blue, with a navy blue mane. He was covered in a white lab coat, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. "My name is Dr. Doctor, but you can just refer to me as Doc. What seems to be the problem?" he asked, examining a clipboard. Discord retold the entire thing to Doc, who nodded. When he finished, Doc scribbled something on the paper. "I have a theory about the issue, but I can't be sure until I check," "What's wrong with my wife?" Discord demanded rather loudly. Doc looked unaffected by the demand, as though he's dealt with it before. "Calm yourself, Mr. Discord. I'll need to escort you to a different room so I can properly examine her," Doc left the room for a second, returning with a mobile hospital bed. Discord helped to lay Maria comfortably on the bed, and a few nurses rolled her out of the room. Discord followed, entering a bigger room with a computer-like thing hooked up to a bed. He stared at it quizzically. Doc made sure Maria was comfortable in her bed before turning to the computer by the bed. Discord was by Maria's side, holding her hand and squeezing it gently. She returned it with a weak squeeze. "Alright, I need to put this gel on her stomach," Doc reassured Discord. Maria squirmed as the warm substance was rubbed over her stomach. Levitating a little remote-like thing, he gently rubbed it across her stomach. Some fuzzy images of black and white appeared on the screen, moving as the device glided along the surface of Maria's tummy. Doc hummed, nodding. "It seems my theory is correct," he said quietly. Discord panicked. "Is there something wrong? Is she sick? How long does she have left to live?" he panicked. Maria stared at the screen, her eyes wide. Discord growled at the doctor for not answering him. Doc turned to Discord. "There's nothing wrong with her. But I'd like to congratulate the two of you. Maria is pregnant," Discord sighed in relief. "Oh is that all," his brain processed the info and he went rigid, passing out on the hard floor beneath him. Doc chuckled at this reaction, turning to Maria. Her eyes were wide, staring at the monitor. She could barely understand what was happening. She was pregnant?! Discord came to, standing to his feet. "Pregnant?" he repeated, the word practically hanging in the silent room like a horrid odor. Doc nodded, turning back to the screen. He picked up the pen with his magic, still holding the device on Maria's stomach. He pointed to the white parts on the screen. "This is the baby. It looks healthy, but we'll do a few tests later just to make sure," he traced the white blob once before pausing, a confused expression adjusting his features. "What's wrong?" Maria asked in fear as Doc examined the screen. He didn't answer at first, moving the tool across her stomach at different angles. Finally, he sighed, turning to the couple. "I don't understand how this happened, but your child is a...filly."