Magic of Little Blueberry’s Love

Twilight, who was counting days, appeared in Cranberry Marsh on the eve of the momentous event and offered Jam transfer to Ponyville for the entire family, so that the little ones would be delivered in their wonderful hospital. Jam meekly resisted at first, but Blueberry’s enthusiasm – the filly was rapturous when she heard about the suggestion – broke him. He’d been trying not to deny Blueberry anything lately. Still, they left Granny Peelberry at home to look after the berries.

Only Jam and Blueberry were admitted to the ward. Twilight was waiting at the entrance, impatiently pacing across the small courtyard and raising and lowering her wings synchronously with her worried steps. Finally, Sister Redheart walked out the door.
‘There’s no need to worry like this, Your Highness’ she uttered with her well-known dry, emotionless voice. ‘Myrtle’s daughter and son, Sweetberry Ice and Coolberry Ice, feel just fine. It’s okay for you to enter now. Jam and Blueberry have been asking about you.’
‘Sister, please, tell me just one thing’ Twilight implored. ‘How is Myrtle’s memory? Is there any improvement at all?’

‘Sorry, Your Highness, but I have no idea what you are talking about’ said Sister Redheart in the same dry voice. ‘When I exited the ward she was telling her eldest what she had looked like and what she had been doing at night when she had been as little as those two. I wish I had such a memory!’

Twilight instantly turned to stone, losing at once her speech and the ability to move either her legs or her wings. The meaning of Sister’s words was penetrating her mind slowly… very slowly. Finally she realized what had been said and kissed and hugged Sister Redheart, after which she rushed into the ward. For the first time since they met Jam was smiling. Before, he hardly justified the description of a “kind and cheery stallion”, which Celestia had given him, but now his turquoise eyes shone with happiness. And who would be surprised by that?

And Myrtle… Holy Celestia, how beautiful was this common peasant from the north! Only now, for the first time, Twilight felt relaxed enough to notice that. Any beauty from Canterlot, all dolled up for a party, would fade beside Myrtle, even though she was wearing a simple hospital gown and had no false lashes, nor make-up. She needed none of this nonsense.

Twilight looked at Blueberry. The young pony brimmed with happiness. Twilight remembered their first meeting; the difference was such that it wasn’t easy even to recognize Blueberry. Twilight hugged her friend and then knelt and carried out the royal ritual of blessing the newborn. Seeing her horn shine, Jam jumped nervously, but then laughed at himself.

Before the happy family departed to their own land new guests came to the ward. Sister Redheart, at seeing such a delegation, tried to stop them at the door, but then gave up. And they entered – Rarity with new clothes for the entire family including the tiny ones; Pinkie Pie with a cake and balloons; Applejack with apples, a jar of zap-apple jam and a barrel of cider for the happy Dad; Fluttershy with a white kitten for Blueberry, and Rainbow Dash with the latest Daring Do book adorned with the author’s autograph. Spike came running after them and gave Myrtle a beautiful sapphire - it had been a challenge for him not to eat it!

Twilight arrived a bit later, but her gift was the best. It had magic in it, though who could have thought so looking at this little silver bell? Her friends, who had such bells too, understood at once – now there were seven of them, even if not quite officially yet. Blueberry got a little confused when they all offered her a group hug. And the chariot was already waiting outside to take the happy family home by the fastest and the safest route.