Sore In the Night

Tomorrow came and tomorow went. Then a week. Then a month. And another. After nearly a year Soarin found himself rolling out of bed at the crack of noon, woken by a knock on the door of his cloud home.

He slowly walked past his walls of old trophies and Wonderbolt suit. He had been forced to quit the team shortly after his ordeal. He just kept seeing the purple mare's face in every crowd and that distraction put everypony at risk. Rainbow Dash had taken his slot, but lamented how she got it every time she and Spitfire came over to visit.

It had taken him months of therapy, but he could finally fly in front of a crowd again. Unfortunately, after almost a year grounded he was too out of shape to rejoin. He would need to start at square one again, but his life was finally back on track again; even if he could no longer stomach pie.

The knock came again, louder this time. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" the ex-Wonderbolt yelled slightly irritably, opening his front door. "Hold your hor-"

Standing in his doorway was a light purple pegasus with a dual-blond mane and a very large belly. She broke into a huge grin. "It's a filly."