Sour Sweet Motherhood
Recently, Sunny Flare’s family had welcomed a new addition as her cousin gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Sunny made sure to take lots and lots of pictures at the hospital. Pictures that she just HAD to show Sour Sweet during a Sunday afternoon visit to her mansion. A butler brought in a platter of finger sandwiches as Sunny prattled off and swiped excitedly on her phone.
“Oh, and just look at this one! Isn’t that just the cutest face? Aww, here’s the baby in Gram Gram’s arms! Couldn’t you just die from the adorableness, Sour Sweet?”
“Oh, I think I could survive. Up until the diaper needs changing, then I’d die from the fumes.”
“Come on, doesn’t looking at pictures such as these make your maternal instincts just scream with envy?” Sunny Flare joked.
“Sunny Flare, haven’t you learned anything from living in the age of third-wave feminism? Women aren’t just baby making machines!”
“So sorry for being old fashioned, Miss Radical,” Sunny Flare sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes. “But seriously, haven’t you ever considered having children one day?”
“Of course I have.”
“And?”
“And I can’t have children,” Sour Sweet stated as she took a nonchalant bite out of a finger sandwich.
Sunny Flare’s eyes widened with concern. “Sour Sweet, what do you mean that you can’t have children?”
“Don’t play dumb. You know EXACTLY why I can’t.”
“Sour, haven’t you realized that you’ve been getting better lately? Everyone else can see it. Gilda has even begun to back off since she’s been losing so much ammunition against you.”
“I do believe that you’re forgetting what happened during my babysitting days. You heard me screaming over the phone at that poor boy!” Sour Sweet’s head lowered. “You didn’t hear the things his parents yelled at me after I had to admit to them about my condition, Sunny. They were things Gilda wish she could think up.”
Sunny Flare took Sour Sweet’s hands. “No matter what anyone says about you, I know you are a great person and would make a wonderful mother if you decided to be one.”
“But what if Child Protective Services deem me mentally unfit and take my children away?”
Sunny Flare gave her a determined smirk. “If that happens, you’ll have the help of good friends to rain hell upon them until you get your children back.”
“Doctor Chrysalis said that there’s a ten percent chance I can genetically pass my condition onto my children.”
“Sour, if there’s a ten percent chance of them having schizophrenia, then there’s a ninety percent chance of them not having schizophrenia.”
“I know basic math!”
“Besides, even if your children do get your condition, they’ll have a mother who knows exactly how to help them through it.”
“What if my symptoms cause me to harm my children in some way?”
“Your boyfriend helps your mind focus. Don’t you think your own children would too?”
Sour Sweet shook her head. “I just don’t think I can do it, anyway. I can’t see myself being a good mother… mental condition or no mental condition.” She sighed. “I wish I could be as positive as you, Sunny.”
Sunny Flare pulled Sour Sweet into a tight hug. “I hope you work out these anxieties of yours one day, dearie.”
Later, Sour Sweet left Sunny Flare’s mansion utterly depressed. She was so down that she forgot that she had taken the last lithium pill in her bottle that morning. She walked right past the street which led to the downtown pharmacy where she was supposed to stop by before coming home.
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Sour Sweet was awoken from her peaceful slumber by her alarm clock. She sat up, yawned, and stretched out her arms while making sure to extend her middle fingers to let the Monday morning know exactly how she felt about it. From there, she went about her daily routine of showering, dressing into her Crystal Prep uniform, eating breakfast, and brushing her teeth. She was about to grab her pill bottle, when she noticed the emptiness.
Sour Sweet groaned and slapped her forehead. “Dammit! I was supposed to get more yesterday!”
Right then, three options entered her mind:
Option one, she could go to Crystal Prep without medication and go get more in the afternoon. The problem with that was that her unrestrained symptoms would embarrass her all day, promptly giving more ammunition for Gilda’s taunting.
Option two, she could travel downtown to the pharmacy before going to Crystal Prep herself or possibly phone her boyfriend or her friends to go and retrieve her medication for her. The problem with that was that an out-of-the-way trip this close to the first bell would guarantee tardiness for all. Tardiness, of course, being something Principle Cinch did not tolerate and brought the hammer down severely for, regardless of reason.
Option three, she could call her parents ( who leave for work earlier than she wakes up ) at their office to pick up her medication and bring it to her during their lunch break.
Option three was the best. She called her mother's cellphone to tell her about her situation. Next, she called her boyfriend to let him know why she wouldn’t be coming to school, information which he could then pass on to Sunny, Indigo, Sugarcoat, and Lemon. Today would have to be a sick day. Sour Sweet shivered as she could almost hear Gilda shouting, “More like a mentally sick day! HA!”
After changing out of her uniform into something more causal, she went into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. She turned on the TV and flipped until she settled on a retro channel which played only old reruns. Her mom’s lunch break wouldn’t come for a while. All she could do is keep calm and wait.
Within two hours, Sour Sweet was getting hit hard physically, mentally, and verbally. Her right hand kept being compelled to reach up to play with her hair and her mind began to tell her that a certain 1960s sitcom about World War II was a factual documentary, making her babble about it.
“Why the heck haven’t we learned about this Colonel Hogan in any of our history classes? He practically beat the Nazis by himself with his unorthodox tactics! Government cover-up, it must be. Shifty President probably reading my mind right now. Yeah, that’s right! I’m on to you AND the man who shot Liberty Valance!” Her eyes wandered to a decorative painting of flowers on the wall and she could tell that the petals were getting headaches. “Why don’t I hear the dishwasher running? Cowardly, that’s what it is…”
“Mama, who are you talking too?”
Sour Sweet turned her head. Right next to her sitting cross-legged was a pint-sized mirror of herself, appearing to be about four years old. She was looking up at Sour Sweet with a smile of pure warmth and innocence.
Sour Sweet winced and rubbed her temples. “No one, Bitter Honey. Mama’s just having a hard time thinking clearly.”
“Oh, is that why you didn’t go to work today?” Bitter Honey asked.
Sour Sweet perked up and smiled at her. “Yeah, baby, but it’s okay. Now I get to spend all day playing with you!”
Sour Sweet’s hands shot under the little girl’s arms. She got up off the couch, lifting Bitter Honey up into the air and started to spin her around. To Sour Sweet’s ears, the whole house was filled with the heart-warming sound of the laughter of a child.
“I’m a plane! I’m a plane!”
“Oh, yes you are!” Sour Sweet laughed as she pulled her in close for an Eskimo kiss. “The cutest, little plane in the clouds!”
Sour Sweet sat back down with Bitter Honey in her lap. She picked up the remote and flipped away from Hogan's Heroes until she found one of the kid’s channels for Bitter Honey to enjoy. What was on was a cartoon sporting an interactive format. They were just in time to be asked to dance and sing along with the characters.
“Ooh, mama! Let’s sing and dance with them!”
Frowning at the idea of obeying the asinine demands of a cartoon, she got up with Bitter Honey and began to follow the instructions. The song and dance were cringingly stupid from an older point of view, but Bitter Honey was having the time of her life, so Sour Sweet forced herself to endure. She was just glad no one else was around to see her.
After several more songs and dances, Sour Sweet was exhausted. She was grateful when the cartoon finally ended.
“That show was fun! Hey, mama, let’s play with the doll castle now!”
Sour Sweet titled her head. “Doll castle? What doll castle?”
Bitter Honey giggled. “Mama, you’re so silly. The one in your room, remember?”
Bitter Honey took a puzzled Sour Sweet by the hand and led her to her room. Sure enough, there was a tall, plastic toy castle surrounded by various dolls in the middle of the floor. Sour Sweet couldn’t recall ever having something like that in her room. Bitter Honey ran over to it and grabbed one of the dolls.
“Look, I’m the princess of this kingdom!” Bitter Honey declared, putting the doll up on one of the high ledges of the castle.
“And what a lovely princess you are!”
“Yeah, I have wings and a unicorn horn and I raise the sun every morning! If I had a sister, she could raise the moon every night! Mama, can I have a sister?”
Sour Sweet chuckled. “I’m sure I can convince your daddy later tonight…”
“Yay!”
Sour Sweet took hold of one of the other dolls and began marching it toward the castle. “Uh-oh! Watch out for the tyrannical Gilda the Hun coming for your kingdom!”
“Uh-oh! Send out the guards! Wait, wait! No! You know what? I don’t need the guards! I can fight Gilda off all by myself!” Bitter Honey began to punch Sour Sweet’s arm with all of her might ( which really wasn’t much ). “Come on, mama. Fight me!”
“Ouch! Ooh!” Sour Sweet playfully feigned. “You’re just too strong for me! Hey, you know what? When you get older, we’ll sign you up for self-defense classes. I bet Auntie Indigo would love to teach you a move or two as well.”
“I love Aunties Indigo, Sunny, Sugarcoat, and Lemon!”
Sour Sweet pulled Honey Bitter into a hug. “And they love you! How could anyone not?”
Time flew with more playing around with the dolls until Bitter Honey suddenly declared that she wanted to draw. Sour Sweet went and found some copy paper from her parents’ home office. From her closet, she dusted off an old pack of crayons from her own childhood.
“Mama, draw with me!” Bitter Honey pleaded as Sour Sweet presented her with the paper and crayons.
“Oh, mama can’t draw as good as you, baby.”
“Come on! Try it! It’s fun!”
“Alright, alright. How about I draw a beautiful portrait of you?”
She wasn’t lying when she said that she didn’t have great artistic skills. Trying her best, she took the crayons and attempted to capture Bitter Honey’s likeness. After finishing, she inspected her work. It was indeed very crude, but she could still see her daughter in it. That was good enough for her.
“Look, mama!” Bitter Honey cheered, holding up her work. “I drew you, daddy, and me!”
Sour Sweet admired the picture and smiled. Sure, it was basically just two big stick figures and one small stick figure, but it was the most superb masterpiece ever produced if only because the joy of her life was the artist. Picasso could suck it.
Just then, Sour Sweet heard the faint sound of the front door opening downstairs.
“Sour! I got your medication!”
Sour Sweet sighed in relief and jumped up. “Wait right here, Bitter Honey. Mama will be right back.”
“Don’t be gone too long, mama!” Bitter Honey laughed. “I love you!”
Sour Sweet bent down and gave Bitter Honey a kiss on the forehead. “Mama loves you.”
Mrs. Sweet waited at the front door until her daughter came practically skipping down the stairs as if she were Pinkie Pie.
“Sour, don’t forget to pick up your medication next time,” Mrs. Sweet scolded.
“Oh, I won’t!” Sour Sweet said, taking the bag containing the pill bottle. “And I must say that you are looking absolutely fantastic today! A real hot grandma!”
Mrs. Sweet frowned. “Hot grandma, huh?” She then shook it off and gave her daughter an understanding smile. “Alright, just take your medication right away and I’ll see you later tonight.”
They hugged and Mrs. Sweet left to go back to work. Sour Sweet went into the kitchen to fetch a glass of juice to down the medication with. She popped a lithium pill.
“Bitter Honey, mama’s back!” she announced when she returned to her room.
There was no response. Bitter Honey was nowhere to be seen.
“Bitter Honey? Bitter! Where are you hiding, girl?”
She looked all over the room, her nerves heightening every passing second. Finding no sign of her, she ran out to search the entire house. Screaming Bitter Honey’s name, she checked the backyard, then the front.
“BITTER HONEY!!! WHERE IS SHE!?! WHERE IS MY BABY!?!?!?!”
Sour Sweet ran to the living room’s phone and stabbed three numbers down.
“911, what is your emergency?”
“HELP, MY BABY IS – ”
Sour Sweet halted as the truth dawned on her.
“Hello, ma’am? What about your baby?”
“S-sorry. False alarm…”
Sour Sweet hung up. She felt like she was going to vomit, but managed to hold it down.
She slowly walked up the stairs. Entering her room, she noticed that the doll castle was gone. Looking down at the floor, Bitter Honey’s stick figure family portrait was nowhere to be seen. However, the Bitter Honey portrait was still there. Sour Sweet really did draw it. She picked up the piece of paper, sighed, and clutched it tight to her chest.
Once again, three options entered her mind:
Option one, she could drop down onto her bed right then to cry her eyes out and wallow in self-pity. The problem with that was that it wouldn’t do any good.
Option two, she could bottle up her misery and never speak of hallucinating about playing with a daughter who didn’t exist for the rest of her life. The problem with that was that it would certainly be a detriment to her health.
Option three, she could try to find something positive to take out of a sad situation just as Sunny Flare always seemed to do.
Sour Sweet suddenly smiled. Option three was the best, yet again. As she thought back, she realized that she was happy and that she had made her “daughter” happy. Despite it being just a hallucination, she felt like she had proved to herself that she could be a good mother.
Her cellphone then buzzed in her pocket. It was her boyfriend.
“Hey… Yeah, I’m fine… Lunch time, huh? What are they serving?... Sounds good. Hey, um, can I ask you a serious question?... Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have kids?...”
Who knew? Perhaps someday, mama and Bitter Honey would get to play together once again in real life.
THE END
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It's kinda sad, yet at the same time heartwarming. Even though it was just a hallucination, Sour Sweet had so much love and affection for her make-believe daughter. Perhaps, it's a manifestation of her desire to one day have a little girl of her own. Perhaps, this is a dream made real.
I love reading your Sour Sweet fics. Keep them coming.
I like the direction this story took- opposed to the emotional sinkhole she could have been in. Great job as usual.
God Dammit Nico! Stop messing with my emotions!
You get a fav!
A very strange but bittersweet story.
I've read comments by real-life schizophrenics where they've expressed their feeling that their more complex hallucinations aren't so much unreality but an insight into what was, what will be, what might be and what might one day be. As Sour Sweet has already created a mental image of what her daughter might look like, it is unsurprising that her screwed up brain chemistry should have brought that mental image to life.
However, you can't help but wonder if she's had an insight into a possible happier future for her.
On a darker note, it reminds us just how powerful and overwhelming these hallucinations can be and the degree to which it can so totally shake the sufferer's sense of reality. For a few minutes there, she was thirty-something mother and career woman Sour Sweet and that was more real to her than her objective identity and circumstances.
Loved it.
I love it! You made the story BitterSweet. I like how you do these BittterSweet Stories, it uplifts my emotions so vividly. It is nice to see her get better from her condition, it is also fun to see her fight it. Or in some occasion dwell on it, like this one. I'm like following a TV drama or something, where a girl deals with schizophrenia with the help of the people around her.
I want to see more how these progress!
Therefore I wish you the best! Xoxo
I got really sad halfway through reading about Sour Sweet having fun with her "daughter" while knowing how it was going to end. I hope you write a story were Bitter Honey becomes a real girl, if you know what I mean.
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7050266 You magnificent bastard. You work FAST!
Love it so much!!!!
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Thanks!. Whats the name of the documentary tho, I cant find it yet?
Is it good enough to be the new cover? lol
Aha! So you DID kinda take my "teenage pregnancy" recommendation. Not to full extent, but still. And that's good, fan fiction writers are usually afraid to tackle the issue of parenthood...for obvious reasons. The best stories in that respect I've seen written by people who themselves are parents and have enough experience to tell the story right.
We need a story set fifteen years later ASAP.
By the way, this maybe just my soft spot speaking, but this was the best story in the series yet.
7051492 Now i just need a story that's in the future where the Kid is real and i'll be a happy man.
This line is kind of odd. I would probably change it to something like "she babbled" instead. Also, the comma isn't correct in this instance.
This is probably the best one yet.
Don't ever stop writing this series.
If you end this series, it better be years later and be a big epilogue about Fluttershy learning what everyone at CPH is doing, how The Crusaders got e-famous, Chrysalis finally being a model again, and top it off by reaching out to Sour Sweet and her husband SLOW DANCER, FUCK EVERYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE, HIS NAME TO ME IS SLOW DANCER, HE RIDES HORSES AND HAS AN OIL BARON UNCLE AND BECOMES A BODYGUARD OR SOMETHING PHYSICAL, MAYBE CONSTRUCTION I DUNNO who are expecting a son, and their daughter Bitter Honey is learning to walk.
That was such a sweet story, nothin' more to say.
Also, I agree with everyone who says that there needs to be a Real Bitter Honey story in the future.
I can't beleive you referenced that movie! Awsome a fellow western fan!
Also I beg of you to keep writing these! I love em' I love em' I love em'! down the road I wouldn't mind seeing Sour Sweet and 2nd person as older being man a wife ect ect. Who knows? Maybe Bitter Honey will *Ehem* Return.
Cute,
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Since you obviously have a lot of firm ideas, I wouldn't mind at all if you yourself wrote that fic ( and I wouldn't mind reading it ). Just be sure to tack on a note saying, "Inspired by Nico-Stone Rupan's Sour Sweet stories" or some such 
7053352 Not that I don't enjoy a good Western now and again myself, but that particular reference is actually from the documentary that I mentioned in the Author's Note. The person with Schizophrenia featured in it randomly dropped "the man who shot Liberty Valance" as if he was referring to a real person.
This is so adoracute, Nico...
Keep churning out these cute, yet Awesome Fics Please!
makes you wonder if bitter honey comes sooner rather then later
7053817 The main idea of "everybody's happy, we all made it brah" is what counted there, but oh man I have permission.
Permission to fuck around in someone's world.
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What I am being given is not so much an opportunity, but a rite of godhood.
Haha, 69 likes.
7054347 Ooh, baby
Are we sometime going to have sour interact with twilight?
Also, there's a series you should check out called shadow bolt adventures.
7054791 I've been trying to come up with a story for her and Sci-Twi ( I have about a dozen ideas that don't have complete plots yet ).
Yeah, I was a big follower of Shadowbolts Adventures early on, but then Dragonshadow started to make a lot of story decisions that I personally didn't enjoy and thought were kind of nonsensical, so I gave up on the series a while back.
7055367 hahahahahaaa...I scored a lot of downvotes and frowny faces when I pointed out that he portrayed Sour Sweet as a slut, and Lemon Zest as a cheater. I'm also not happy with the idea that the world of EG is some kind of else-human world, and not just straight up Earth. Rather than help immersion, that alienates some readers. Such little things like referencing the WWII, as you did, always make me happy.
It was at this moment Sour Sweet realized:
An 8 story series about my favorite new character form the 3rd movie? Whelp, I better get started.
Seriously, how have I never seen any of these before?
EDIT: the feels in this one.
The level of diabetes...
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7055367 when you give up on that? The series just got real when sunset messed up sours medicen
7057835 I gave up reading at Chapter 2 of Independence Day. I just didn't like the weird turns and characterizations the series was starting to get.
I am aware of what happens in A Step Too Far which turns me off of Dragonshadow's writing even more. Story-wise, it's flawed because if Sour Sweet was homicidal if she didn't have medication she would certainly be institutionalized for safety reasons, not freely going to school and hanging around everywhere with her friends. Not only that, it contributes to the stereotype/overgeneralization that everyone who has a mental condition is a serial killer which is EXACTLY what I try to address and go against in my stories.
Oh...my.
This was just so...I don't know what to say.
I'm not schizophrenic, but my life has been ruined by a mental condition. I've never been able to provide for myself and have never had and never will have a sweetheart. And naturally a family of my own is not even within the realm of possibility. Life is very lonely and dull much of the time and I'm afraid it's only going to get more so. This is certainly better than hallucinations, but the fact that neither your Sour Sweet nor I can have a normal life really does hit hard in a very tender spot. The main difference (other than her being fictional) is that she's just at the beginning of her life and I am towards the opposite end of the spectrum.
I'm glad she has hope, and someone who loves her.
This was amazing as usual. Your writing skills are superb! Any chance we'll get another story with Sour Sweet and Fluttershy? The I enjoyed the first one a lot and would like to see a continuation of their arc.
7060130 "Shy and Sour 2" is still on my list of stories to come up with a full plot for.
What is this sudden feeling in my chest...
That was really good, I teard up a little at the end I hope you write one where she does eventually have a kid.
Great whickering stallions ;-; THE FEELS FROM THIS STORY. I thought that she was actually going to turn out to be having a kid (Thanks to your last fic) and I was like... what. I expected this to be a thing about teen pregnancy.
Sweet Celestia, I was wrong.
This fic threw me in more ways than one. I love it, it's amazing. I need more of this in my life.
~SoDF
This is freaking beautiful.
One of the most heart warming fics I had ever read... You made me feel better about my day today.
7107818 I'm so happy to hear that. Thank you.
This was nice and fluffy and adorable. Except for when her meds kicked in... That was heart wrenching.
So many emotions... I'm missing panels and stuff at BABScon because I want to read these. Sour Sweet, you'd make a wonderful mother.
right in the feels..... i don't think i can recover from this one guys, go on without me!
great story!!!!