Precious
I look at you, fast asleep and peaceful.
You don’t know I’m there- or maybe you do, because you seem a little more relaxed as I watch you breathe. Maybe you can smell my scent, and it calms you. I’d like to think that, but I’ll never be sure. I look at you, and I see me. I see my hopes and dreams realized in your existence. I see my future in your eyes. I see a love so strong it will not be broken.
I have known love before. I’ve known the love of two parents, an incredible brother, an amazing sister-in-law, and a beautiful niece. But this was different. It has always been different. I have known friendship, and I have known family, but until now I haven’t known known the love of a child. And yet, I do- because you’ve been there for practically my entire life.
When I was a child, I thought like a child, and could only see things through that viewpoint. As a filly, I saw you as a playmate, and later on an assistant. It wasn’t until only recently that I understood more. I understood, suddenly, that you have always been my son. You didn’t grow under my heart, but in it. And I have never felt the kind of love for anyone, like I do for you.
We’re different, you and I. Different species, different eyes, different tastes. But anyone who knows the two of us always says we’re so much alike. I have a coat and you have scales, but it doesn’t change the way you used to lay on me for comfort after a nightmare. You’re a dragon, who grew up in a land of ponies, and you probably didn’t even realize how different you were until a few years ago. But you learned. You grew. You understood that you were a product of where you came from. Instead of being a harsh, brash dragon, you’re one who shows unfailing kindness and support.
Sometimes, in the dark, where light dares not go, I think. I worry. In those late hours, I look at myself in the mirror of somepony else’s gaze. I look at my actions through a lens, and I wonder, Am I enough for you? You probably have a family. A mother, a father, a brother, or maybe a sister, somewhere out there. I’ve given you food and shelter and family and comfort and my love, but sometimes, it doesn’t feel like enough- because you won’t know where you came from. I feel sick sometimes when I think about it because I want to give you so much more than what I have. You deserve everything for all you have given me. And in the silence, in the dark, the demons in my mind enjoy whispering that into my ear.
But in the light of day, when the sun is out, the doubts vanish. Because you’re there. You hug me, and you encourage me, and you make me see that I may not be enough for you in my eyes, but in yours, I always am. Somehow, I’m never lacking to you even when I feel like I am the worst failure. It baffles me, to think that in your eyes I do things right constantly when I am so often conscious of my mistakes. But when you look at me, with those emerald eyes, smiling, and give me a hug, I know I must be doing something right.
I never gave motherhood any thought before you came. I had always assumed that I would grow to do whatever Princess Celestia asked of me, and I wouldn’t have time for dating or relationships or children. Maybe that’s why you came to me. I got to experience the best thing I didn’t even know I wanted without the hassle of love. And maybe someday I will fall in love and have foals, but it will never be at your expense. Because you were my first baby, and nopony could ever take that from you.
I worry that I may not be able to give you everything you need, that I don’t do enough to show you how much I love you. But I will spend my life trying to show you. I will comfort you from your nightmares, I will hold you when you’re upset, I will be your biggest fan, and I will do everything I can to protect you and give you the life you deserve. It’s the oath every mother makes to their child, and I have made it to you a few weeks prior to tonight.
Our lives are remembered by the gifts we give our children. If I do nothing else in this life I want to give you the gift of a love so deep, so unending, and so unconditional that I wanted to make you a part of my family permanently. And tomorrow, it will happen. Tomorrow, you and I and our friends will take the train to Canterlot, and I will legally make you my son. I will seal the oath I swore to you in mere hours. Every promise I made to you, I will make true in a few hours.
I can’t sleep now, because I’m too excited, too keyed up about the day ahead. I look at you, asleep, and I imagine the future. I cannot wait to hear the word “Mom” come from you. I cannot wait to hug you as my legal son for the first time. I cannot wait for all the many firsts ahead for us. Today is the beginning of a new chapter in both of our lives, and both of us will write it together.
When ponies told my story, I always imagined it to be one of a teacher and student, with the student eventually becoming a teacher of sorts. I never envisioned that my story would be one of a princess, defending her kingdom alongside her friends and family. I never envisioned a little prince being added to it, either. But stories often take turns that nopony can see coming, and mine is no exception. And although my story has had plenty of struggles in it, it was worth it to begin this new chapter for both of us.
You turn in your bed now, small head turned toward me. One claw comes out from your blanket, and it hangs out. I smile, and gently use my magic to put your blanket back over it. You settle soon after, and let out a small sigh. And I smile, to know that something small I did brought you comfort. I feel an impulse that I don’t stop, and gently press a kiss to your forehead. A comforting gesture from my own mother that I am sure I will carry to you. When I pull away, you give a tiny smile, and it lights me up inside. Seeing that, I think I will try and sleep.
“Goodnight, Spike.” I whisper to you. You don’t stir, and I am calmer.
I crawl into my bed, and I am embraced in a warm feeling that is certainly not coming from my cool blankets. I know that in a few hours, my dreams will become real. Finally, my tensed muscles can relax, and my blankets can warm me in a comforting manner. I can finally let myself drift into sleep.
I used to think that wealth was measured in bits and gold and gems. But in all the wealth I’ve seen, in all the things I’ve amassed in my life, Spike will always be the most precious.
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This is a very good one-shot.
B-Beautiful I adore this story so very very much :D
AWWW!
I always thought Spike and Twilight have a mother and son relationship. This was cute.
D'aww. Very nice.
Yeah, Twilight and Spike's relationship has always been a question mark. I was under the assumption that "Twilight's Seven" (the 'Sibling Supreme' episode) was the writers solidifying them as siblings, and I'm writing a story that claims them as such, but I did always kind of like the mother-son relationship idea better. I mean, she did hatch him. It would only make sense.
Twilight, how could you? Dragons are people, like you and me. For you to stereotype them like this, that's just racist!
In case it isn't obvious: That was a joke. Seriously, this was a really sweet story.
Great story. Now if only this happened in the show.
This was one of the sweetest stories I have ever had the pleasure of reading! I would really love to see a sequel where she fulfills her promise to Spike.
This story really touched me and put a smile on my face. Well written and gave a lovely portrayal to your audience of Twilight's relationship to Spike. Marvelous job!
Speaking as someone who was adopted as a baby...and who's mother shared something very much like this with him many years ago during one of our talks...
Thank you, and damn you for making my 'allergies' act up.
You have earned a spot in my best stories bookshelf.
I don't care what the show says, I'm always going to see Twilight and Spike as a mother and son more than as a sister and brother. Their bond in its good moments is something that goes beyond what sibling love can explain.
While this isn't my interpretation of their relationship, this was very well-written, almost poetic.
*warm fluffy feelings*
awww, authors note aside, you can obviously tell this story meant the world to somebody. Just A+ in terms of setting mood and tone of the story and conveying feelings to the reader, writing was nice and smooth as well no hiccups whatsoever, liked and favorited, nice job.
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yeah i can willingly say my headcannon excludes actual cannon in some areas, this is one of them for obvious reasons.
Incredibly sweet sentiment. I imagine this was shortly after the Sludge Incident. Goodness knows Twilight realized the depth of her maternal affection when Spike spurned it. Thank you for a fantastic look through her eyes.
Quite the hearthwarming relationship of Twilight and Spike
Super sweet story, Ms. rarity. I had wanted to get to this one as soon as I saw it was a work you did of Spike and Twilight. Parent & Child along with Caring and Nurturing have always been your best strengths as an author.
Spike, in canon, may be 'a brother' but Twilight could always, deep down, see him as more. Perhaps, with age, she'd come to realize he is more than just an unofficially adopted little brother. That Spike is a part of her and one that she would be happy to complete through saying, even after he is grown up, how she sees herself as a mother. His quest for family would be at an official end as it is one thing to say someone is family and another to know it is official that they are family.
Yes, papers and ceremonies are not often seen as important and/or necessary. However, for Spike, such a formal way to show he does have family with Twilight would, likely, ease his heart and allow him to rest his feelings of missing out on a family in the Dragon Lands.
Very nice. :)
Spike is not her kid. Twilight did not raise him, her parents did. Anyone who has ever been a kid themselves and know the kind of school schedule would have would know this. She was about 6 when he hatched so she would not give a damn about raising a kid when shes still one herself. And anyone as responsible as her parents and Celestia are would not have her raising a kid and screwing up her own future. Twilights parents would be the one raising him.
And anyone who actually has a close family would realize that there interactions are the ones of siblings, not mother and son.
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Congratulations. You just wrote the most inconsiderate comment I have ever read on this site. You're right, I don't have a close family. I grew up in an abusive family. The only person I could consistently count on to be kind to me was my mom. And I grew up as an only child, so I don't know what it's like to have siblings. The only sibling interactions I've seen are between my dad and my uncle, and the vast majority of them have been violent. So I didn't grow up in a close family, but I made my own. I have a mom who cares about me and treats me with kindness. I have an amazing husband who is incredibly supportive. And I have a daughter, whom I wrote this for on the two year anniversary of her adoption. And for you to come in and try and ruin that with your opinion and personal attacks is just disgusting, especially from somebody who has no works of their own to share. Twilight wouldn't have taken care of him completely while in school, yes. You're absolutely right about that. But she raised him, because when she got older, she made sure he was cared for, gave him a roof over his head, and gave him the love and family he so richly deserved. At the end of the day, raising someone has nothing to do with lengths of time. It's about the care and effort put into it. That's what matters in the end.
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There is no way Ponies get their cutie mark that young. She was nine if not older.
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Molt Down basically confirmed they have a parent-child relationship.
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If you go by the comics Twilight did nearly fail school due to the stress of caring for Spike that young.
I view Spike as being Twilight's adopted son. Thats also how i write them myself. She hatched him, and raised him by herself when they were sent to Canterlot. Liked and Faved the story to read later. :)
Beautiful.
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But soon, the two of them would finally bond, Twilight gave him his name and he calmed down enough to listen to his mothers' own cries...
It takes a special kind of writer to make their readers feel.
You are one of those writers
Well done, Author
Sooo cute !
You don't know how much this effects me as someone who is adopted.
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I agree with you, but I still like this story. It was so emotional and it warmed my heart.
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Okay what he wrote was inconsiderate, but I´m sure that was not his intention he did not mean to be a jerk he probably only meant to state his opinion. Either way, I´m really sorry you had to go through that.
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I agree about the Spike thing, but that comment about someone having to growing up with a close family was very inconsiderate, I´m sure you did not mean to be a jerk but I just wanted you to know you were a bit harsh with what you said. Sorry if I was rude.
Well, case closed. The show itself acknowledges Soike as her sibling, not her child. And shows flashbacks of Twilights parents raising him.
Absolute perfection