Special thanks to RegretFearandRevelry for editing this.

“That's an odd place to put a table?”

You think as you’re blurred vision slowly adjusts as the world around you begins to settle.

The loud ringing sensation in your ears begins to clear and dull in to nothing as you scan around the room around you. Slowly you begin to rise up as you notice that you are slumped on the floor like a burlap sack. All you can see is a cream coloured bed spread and what looks like a few table legs wrapped in wires. The sound of muffled voices takes you from your thoughts, as you try and work out what has happened.

"I think he's waking up!" a muffled voice from across the room speaks.

"Do, do you think he's ok?" A soft voice chimes in thick with concern.

"He’d better be. I'm not going to be a single mom in this economy." A not so concerned voice replies.

You lick your dry lips and try and attempt to formulate coherent sentences fighting through bouts of pain and dizziness.

"The hell…….?" you mumble, trying to sit up before a soft hoof lands on your shoulder.

"Take it easy now, you had a nasty fall and you could have a concussion." The yellow blur you begin to recognise as Fluttershy softly comforts you.

I passed out? Damn I need to remember to eat more, one cup of Earl Grey is not a good dinner.

You begin to stand up against the wall, leaning your head against it, before quickly flying away from it as the pain reminds you that it still hurts like hell. You take a hand to the back of your head and feel around you feel a large lump on the back of it, but as you pull your hand back you breathe a sigh of relief that at least it’s not covered in red. You proceed to lean back more carefully this time, as you try and remember just what incident must of occurred that caused you to land on the floor.

You feel a hoof move you forward slightly; a pillow is placed between you and the wall, courtesy again of Fluttershy.

"You took a nasty fall, I tried to stop you, but for some reason you required more magic than I could do at the time I don't know why though" wonders a voice next to you, thankfully you can still remember as Twilight, who was now tapping a hoof against her chain thoughtfully.

“Fluttershy is right though you need to tell us what happened. If there are any gaps in your memory your head injury could be exceptionally serious." Twilight explains.

You moan as the pain of your head injury makes it hard just to even concentrate.

"I remember being outside and then Shy called me in for something so I ran in and then you were in the corner with some books, I tried to call out to you because Gilda wasn't talking and... Gilda!?" You yell out jumping up off the floor despite your body's and Fluttershys protests.

"Over here you big lug."

You scan the room and very quickly spotting your pregnant girlfriend a thought that makes you bit your lip hard in trepidation. She's laying on her back looking back at you as she props herself up on some pillows on the table where you last saw her. A blanket still covers her modesty whilst the heart monitoring equipment covers the rest of her torso. You rush over to her, or to be more accurate you stagger as your legs stumble in a haphazard fashion, like a punch drunk boxer who was trying avoiding cracks on the pavement before you slump down next to her on the bed. You look up towards her, your face is awash with panic and concern.

"Holy shit Gilda you, you, gah. What.. what I mean is, holy shit!" You stutter, looking for any words to convey your feelings over a situation that really should not exist.

She looks back down at her stomach as your eyes follow. The slow melodic rising and falling of it carrying something you could never imagine existing in your wildest dreams.

You should have known better as the signs where everywhere after all. But the idea of it being possible to knock up your griffon girlfriend was not something that your imagination ever accounted for, and if it did it was trying desperately not to connect the dots.

"Guess this explains a few things huh?" She whispers to you, as the memories of the mood swings, muscle spasms and mindless destruction of property seem to make at least a little more sense now.

"T-that it would, I, what should we do?" you almost rhetorically ask.

"You’re the one who plans things remember, I usually just wing it and see what happens." She answers looking at you, a worried smile still on her beak.

How can she taking this so lightly, she has a kid, we have a kid? You think as your mind rushes ablaze with thoughts and imagery.

You reach a hand over to her unsure of what you’re really doing. You find yourself lightly caressing her stomach with your hand, you hear Gilda catch her breath but she doesn't pull away. You sit there for a while simply allowing you hand to rise and fall with her breathing, slowly you feel a soft yet scaly hand join yours, From the corner of your eyes you can see a tiny albeit a genuine smile grace her beak. But you’re too lost in within your reverie to truly concentrate on it.

The room is silent once more as the scene plays out. It should be a tender moment and for the most part it was. However your mind is dead-set on finding some sort of explanation. Unfortunately even with your vivid imagination no answer comes to mind..... well one does.

You slam it down as quickly as it appears. The notion seems downright absurd to you, yet it festers and claws its way back in to the forefront of your mind all the same.

Did she...cheat on me? You think, the idea causes you to catch your breath.

You shake your head trying your best to get rid of the idea from your mind,

No, no of course she didn't, Gilda would never do that she is as loyal as they come, but, she did go away after that first week we were together, she never did give me a good reason for leaving...

Hey, HEY you ok!?" The tomboyish voice calls out, waving a claw across your eyeline to get your attention.

You snap yourself away from your thoughts and look towards Gilda as she puts an Idle talon across your cheek.

"Hey bud, thought I'd lost you again for a sec."

"What? No of course not, I only pass out when its vital. It’s a defence mechanism." you say with an uneasy smile pushing that particular idea back to the dark and empty recesses of your mind, hoping it doesn't come back.

"Ahem." A cough from across the room, breaks your concentration from the griffon.

"Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. Look I know this is a lot to take in but the sooner we can get some answers the better. If it’s ok with you I'm going to need a few samples from the both of you, this is going to take some testing." Twilight chimes in, moving up to the both of you as you look down at her in confusion.

"Umm, samples what do you mean by that?" You worryingly voice.

"Well I’m going to need a blood sample from both of you for a start."

Gilda shakes her head violently "No buckin' way you’re not getting anywhere near me with a needle or anything like that end of story!" She declares slumping back in the bed with her arms crossed.

"Gilda please you need to do this it’s only a simple blood test." You voice caringly.

"Hey I don't need to do anything, you’re not the one who's pregnant here pal." She growls pointing a talon towards her stomach as if you needed to be reminded.

You give her a sympathetic look as you reach your arms over and massage her shoulder muscles reassuringly with your hand. "It’s going to be fine hun. We need to give her some samples to make sure that our child is going to be okay. We don't even know anything about this sort of thing, don't you want to make sure that it’s healthy at the very least?" You question softly to Gilda who gives you nothing but a grumpy stare.

As you look deeply into her eyes you notice something in them you have never seen before, as soon as you mention the word child, (which is something that will need to be said many times before it stops being weird.) A look of concern and a smouldering yet quiet love is detailed within her expression. If there was any word you could use to describe it, it would be maternal. A mothers concern.

"F-fine, but just make it quick ok and only take what you need or else." She threatens uneasily.

You smile rubbing her shoulders again as she weakly tries to pry you off with a talon before simply resting on it. What can you say you’re a natural masseuse with those talented fingers of yours.

"Thank you Gilda, I promise to be as gentle as possible, oh but ah one more thing." Twilight asks turning over to you her wings unfold slightly as she looks like she's trying to find the correct words to say.

This isn’t going to be good.

"I'm going to need a sample, from err down there." She stutters pointing whilst keeping her eyes raised to avoid staring at that particular seam of your trousers

You raise an eyebrow as you slowly look down before the penny drops as you shoot your neck back up .

You shake your head and wave your arms frantically. "Whoa whoa. There is no way. These boys have already caused enough trouble I’m not getting them out all willy nilly." You mentally kick yourself for creating a cheap pun like that.

"I I think I'll go make some tea." A shy voice squeals out rushing upstairs She has a kettle upstairs? you think idly, before being drawn back into the dreaded conversation.

Twilight sighs "Looks if were going to have any idea as to how this even happened and how this could affect your hatchling we need your cooperation."

"Yeah you need to do this for our little hatchling remember." Gilda states with a nearly held back smirk, she's enjoying this way too much.

Looking down at her with a dower expression you fold your arms and huff in resignation.

"Fine, fine! Just don't call it that."

"Call it what?" Twilight asks.

"A hatchling, it’s weird."

"It’s not weird, it’s what griffons call their young, right Gilda?" Twilight responds in a scholarly tone looking over towards Gilda for conformation.

Gilda shrugs and lifts a claw brushing her fringe away from her face. "Heck if I know, I left Griffonia when I was five."

Griffonia? that's what they call it, seriously who comes up with these names? Wait did she just say five!? Before you can respond however Twilights right on top of the griffon.

"Wait really!?" Twilight replays running up towards Gilda with a questioning gaze "Why did you leave so young, do your parents still live in Griffonia, I thought only noble families where allowed to leave?" She all but blurts out; you’re amazed she could even say all that without breathing once. It almost reminds you of the times you run into that pink party mare. The thought sends shivers down your spine as you recall just how dizzying it is to talk to the little devil you know.

Gilda leans back uncomfortably looking for any escape route she can. "Um yeah they still live around somewhere, I think? I ain't sure, we don't talk, like ever." She finishes awkwardly as Twilight leans over even further than is socially acceptable making the she griffon all the more uncomfortable.

"Can somepony tell princess bookmark here about personal space." She asks, with an uneasy expression leaning as far away from Twilight as she can, a bead of sweat dripping off her forehead.

"Wait, wait hold up so you’re race doesn't let you guys go anywhere outside of your own country? What gives, I thought this world was all lovey dovey and full of peace and friendship and stuff?" You ask scratching your chin in puzzlement. You were pretty sure that you had sussed this place out the moment you arrived here some two years ago, It was some sort of Saturday morning cartoon show, admittedly one with some bad ass magic and monsters, but political strife didn't exactly cross your mind.

Twilight turns to you snapping out of her integration like trance, much to the relief of the griffon.
"Well, no that's unfortunately not true, whilst Equestria is a very progressive country and that we haven't had any major conflicts with bordering nations in over a thousand years. But sometimes other nations don't always take our lessons to heart as much as Celestia tries."

You can't help but whistle in surprise at that. A thousand years!? I couldn't even go down certain streets back in my hometown without someone thinking I had a few too many teeth.

"However Griffonia, Umm how do I put it, they're much more of a, oh pony-feathers how do I put this..." She stutters looking back at Gilda.

"Hey don't let me stop you, I've spent more of my life in this pony land than I have with my own kind. I have no real loyalty to 'em." She finishes with a shrug that you don't quite buy.

Once again the questions keep piling up. You’re really going to need to sit her down and have a nice long chat about this stuff, then again you think looking down at Gilda and your unborn infant, one issue at a time.

Twilight nods at Gilda and continues.

"Well Griffons are more set in their traditions and customs than ponies, whilst they are not as severe as the Minotaurs. But Griffons don't like to let their secrets and ways out for many to see. They used to be an empire and consider themselves a warrior nation. They even have mandatory conscription into the army for any male over the age of fifteen. However besides a few books there is actually not that much known about them, except that they are a very proud nation, very quick to act and a belligerent of new concepts, so I've been told."

You can take the Griffon out of Griffonia. You can't help but joke inwardly, as you chuckle and look subconsciously down at Gilda who looks up at you with angry expression, hitting your leg before you have a chance to react.

"Hey what was that for!?" You bellow holding your leg man she hits like a prize fighter! You grown inwardly clutching a new bruise that will soon join Gilda's road map of abuse against you.

"Don't think I didn't know what you were thinking about bub!" Gilda growls slumping back into the pillows.

Twilight rolls her eyes before continuing. "Well anyway since they value their privacy above all things they don't often let native Griffons leave, only a few noble clans are allowed to go anywhere outside of Griffonia but it’s often because of trade or political obligations, however there are exceptions to those rules such as major sporting events on like the Equestria games but still it’s very rare to see a Griffon outside of these three reasons and if they are its without the clans permission”

"So what about you Gilda? How come your parents or clan have not sent anyone to come up and visit you yet?"

"Beats me." she simple states with that trademark shrug of hers, causing you and Twilight to let out a small grown.
What?!" Gilda yells at you two.

"Well sweetie have you considered that it was not that normal for someone to not know or care where their family is?"

"Or that your one of the very few Griffons in Equestria who's actually living here without I’m guessing your clans knowledge or at least permission." Twilight chimes in.

"Look I'm not comfortable talking about it ok, I barely even remember them. I got here when I was five years old my mom just left me here with a bag of bits and some vague direction of where to go, what do you want from me!" She finishes slumping further into the bed, your sure if it wasn't for her condition she would have walked out probably slamming the door, at least there’s some silver lining.

You look down at the griffon in shock; she was abandoned by her own mother when she was five years old! What the hell were her parents thinking, how is she even this stable? No wonder she’s so cold all the damn time, who wouldn't be angry if they were dumped by their folks?

"Oh hell feathers, I'm so sorry I can't even imagine I mean my dad and siblings where never really that close to me, but they never just up and left me. My mum would have his head before that could ever happen." You say leaning down towards your girlfriend and placing a loving hand on her back.

"Hey I ain't sweating it " she answers in a brooding tone as you imagine she's trying to do her best to stitch up old wounds in her mind.

"If they didn't want anything to do with me that's their problem, besides if they didn't abandon me here I never have met my nerdy ape." she finishes with a small but at least sincere smile squeezing you hand with hers.

"You’re something else sweetheart." You say mirroring her smile even though you don't quite feel her confidence.

"Well I knew that, but it’s nice to hear still." she smugly retorts.

"Gilda I'm so sorry about that, I can't imagine what you must have gone thought." Twilight says with solemnly look across her muzzle.
"Yeah we'll it sucked, but I'm over it now so if you wouldn't mind, I think we have other things to talk about it." She finishes looking back down at the real reason you and her came here.

Twilight gives her a questioning look before her eyes shoot up in acknowledgment "Oh horse apples you're right yes, sorry it’s not every day I get to study a griffon so freely." She finishes walking back down towards the table and levitating a clip board a cup and a quill.

"Now about that sample?" she finishes with an uneasy smile levitating the cup towards you hand.

You glare down at Gilda who’s wearing that bloody cocky smirk again. Should have known she wouldn't forget about that.

"I um ah...damn it." you say snatching the cup in the air and walking over towards the bathroom hearing muffled laughter as you close the door angrily.

Author's Note

Hey Guys, Thanks for reading hope it didn't suck to much.
As usual leave your complements and hate at the bottom to add to my already somewhat problematic drinking habit. (RegretFearandRevelry don't you dare comment, I know what you're thinking.)

Cheers.