A Peek Into Sky Song's life

I woke with a start when I felt my Dashie's wingtips jar me from the terrifying memory. The dream -rather the nightmare- was what my life was like and it still terrified me to think of it. Rainbow knew it too, so she did one of the things I found comforting: slightly brushing her wingtips along my back and my wings. Rainbow's fuchsia eyes were watching, I always felt safe with those eyes. I knew that the cyan pegasus would protect me as long as I lived. Our foals, Magic Dash and Rainbow Song slept in rooms down the hall and, due to a sperm donor foal was on its way. I know that my family was safe, that I was safe. I slowly cast a sleeping spell on us both and wrapped my wings around Dash and we fell asleep like that, in the embrace of each others feathers and coats, knowing that we would always have a shoulder to lean on. There really is a rainbow after every storm, or more accurate, after every Thunderbolt storm, there is a Rainbow Dash