Sweetie Belle's POV

My reaction to Shadow's question may have not been the wisest: considering I just started screaming like an idiot at the top of my lungs. I couldn't even manage to say yes! I couldn't even bring myself to nod! All I could do with myself is stand there in a less-than-private gazebo screaming like somepony was sawing me in half.

"Is that a no?!" Shadow shouted over me. Digging deep down, I found the thought process to jump onto him with the biggest hug I could fathom.

"Yes!" I squealed with all my might. "Shadow, I want to be your wife! I love you! I love you more than anypony or anything!" Of course, I might have been exaggerating a little. C'mon, though! Shadow just asked me to marry him! To be his bride-to-be! To spend the rest of our lives together! No wonder Big Mac came out in a sprint, judging by my screams. When they stopped he must have assumed I was dead or something.

"What is goin' on out here!?" asked Big Mac. Shadow's neck snapped like a rubber band towards Big Mac's booming voice.

"Uh..just a wild game of prom...tag?" Shadow nervously chuckled. With an un-amused look, Big Mac approached us. The closer he got, the more we could notice his flaring nostrils, and pulsing muscles. I had to defend Shadow: and fast.

"Big Mac!" I exclaimed. "He and I were just talking...I got too excited. Nothing bad happened, I swear!" My eyes had to have been honest, because his intimidating glower started to ease.

"I think it's time we go back inside," Big Mac suggested/demanded. Shadow's eyes met mine and his smile flourished across his face.

"I think he's right chickadee, let's go inside. Think I went crazy and left a half-eaten sandwich in there: that needs ta be gone." I couldn't shake the fear of anxiety looming from Big Mac's stare. Walking back towards the building, Big Mac acted like a barrier. I could barely see Shadow from behind the massive mountain of red coat and muscle.

"Sweetie Belle," Big Mac began. He began walking beside me instead of in front of me. "What really was goin' on out there? Now don't give me any excuses you fillies are always comin' up with. Just tha honest truth."

"Big Mac...that's personal, ok?" I heard him huff from the back of his throat, and it made me begin a long, drawn out, confession. "Fine, I'll tell you! Well, you see, when a young mare and young stallion are very much in love they-"

"What are y'all trying ta tell me?" he asked, with wide eyes.

"I...I'm trying to not tell you Big Mac! It's my business and I want to tell everypony on my own time! Can't you respect that?" With a quiet nod, I saw a sense of judgment in his eyes. He doesn't have to be so nosy! "What? What is that?" I didn't even try to hide my resent.

"It ain't none of my business," Big Mac stated.

"You're right: it's not!" I agreed. "What are you thinking, though? What was the look for?"

"Sweetie, I ain't gonna tell no rumors about ya." The day I see Big Mac, or ANY Apple, gossip...

"What rumor would you spread? I want to know why you gave me that look!"

"Sweetie, you can tell Rarity on your own time. I ain't gonna say a word." I looked at him skeptically, but he gave me a wink. It's crazy to me how adults can pick up so quickly on things. Just before I sat down to the table with the rest of my friends, Big Mac whispered in my ear, "and it'll be a while before ya show."

"What?!" I gasped. My face had to be red, judging by the temperature I felt. Big Mac looked horrified, and I didn't see anypony but him at that moment. "That is NOT what is happening!" I can't believe he'd even suggest something like that! It's preposterous! It's sickening! It's-

"Sweetie, come down chickadee," Shadow beckoned. His welcoming eyes made me forget what Big Mac had even said. I began to reunite with my friends, but then I remembered.

"For your information:" I began. "I am engaged. Not because of any REASON. I am engaged because I'm in love, ok?" He was probably too intimidated to respond. I mean, if I'm any bit as scary as Rarity when she's angry I would be afraid of me too...I need to stop thinking so much. It's really making my brain hurt.

Rarity's POV

"Why would she not be home yet?" I asked. "It's already eleven thirty! Well, it's normal to be concerned, right? After all, fillies and colts these days are simply LOOKING for trouble. Sex, drugs, drinking, the sheer lack of intelligence. But I shouldn't worry about Sweetie, should I? I should have faith in my baby sister!..Then I think of Shadow Strings. URGH! He's the most boorish, uneducated, distasteful-" I let out a soothing sigh and closed my eyes. "Well, what do you think?"

"I just wanted to hear If you Give a Spike a Gem Stone again, please mommy..." Just as the soft and tranquil voice hit my eardrum, I began to remember who I was speaking to.

"Of course, darling. I'm sorry...I shouldn't be speaking this way with you. After all, you're just my baby: I don't have to worry about YOUR prom for many years to come."

"Thirteen, to be exact!" Spike intervened from the hallway.

"Now you decide to show up?" I asked. "What were you doing, anyway?"

"I didn't want to get caught in the tirade! I also didn't feel like forcing Onyx's pajamas on." Why did I have to marry someone so frustrating?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't allow you to have to live with the possibility of PARENTING!"

"Hey, if parenting includes venting all my problems to my three year old: let's go for it!"

"You are not funny in the least, Spike," I scowled. "In fact, you're so un-funny that I just may give you back to Twilight!" Spike rolled his eyes and motioned for me to leave the room.

"Time for you to go to sleep."

"Sleep...Yes, well...Very well then. You get a pleasant night's rest, alright darling?" I kissed my precious child's head goodnight, and began my journey to Sweetie's room. I would remain there until she emerged from the sleazy pit they call: prom.

Author's Note

I didn't mean for this to be so short, but I wanted everyone to see what was going on XD I'm so impatient...sorry!