Guardian Angel

by BloodSweatAndTea

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3834

She's always been his angel. His guardian angel. Nothing has ever gone too badly wrong with her in his presence before. So this can't go to badly wrong, right? RIGHT?!

She's always been his angel. His guardian angel. Nothing has ever gone too badly wrong with her in his presence before. So this can't go to badly wrong, right? RIGHT?! Just man up a bit, and ask her, and...

Maybe tomorrow.

This cannot and will not make any sense if you haven't read Snow Of The Soul.

Published 2014-12-12 05:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-12 05:00:02 UTC

The Day In Which A Proposal Is Proposed

I wake up to yet another warm morning. Snowflake's still asleep, her cheeks flushed slightly pink from sleep, and a little of her mane falling over her shut eyes. She's beautiful, even when she's sleeping.

Her eyes flutter open, the morning sun making them shine. I've always loved her eyes. They're so expressive. They speak when words can't.

"Mornin', Beautiful." I say. I didn't have to think about calling her beautiful, but I guess that doesn't matter. The truth can't be avoided.

She blushes a little and says,

"Morning, Giggle."

I gently kiss her cheek, and then nuzzle my head into her neck, knowing it'll make her giggle. Knowing I can make her happy makes me happy.

I wish our embrace lasted longer, but her giggling stopped and she slowly got up. But her gentle sleepy grin was still on her tired face. She looked at me and asked,

“So what would you like for breakfast my little giggle?”

My eyes widened and I quickly shot up from my half slumber state.

“How about I just make you breakfast yeah?”

“Oh please, I thought I would have to cook for a second there!” She exclaimed with a tired grin.

“So, since I’m making my angel breakfast, what would you like?” She thought for a moment, putting a hoof on her chin while making a thinking face.

“Surprise me.” That’s all I needed to hear.

I went downstairs to the kitchen. I was always a good cook, ever since my mom showed me how to cook my first meal I was always interested in cooking and the culinary arts. It always made me laugh that telling jokes and being a comedian was how I got my cutie mark, I always thought that I would get a cooking cutie mark.

I searched through the cupboards and found everything I needed to make a breakfast fit for the princess herself.

After a small while, I finally finished my cooking spree. I admit, I may have gone overboard but that’s for Snowflake to decide. I went upstairs with a tray with the large meal loaded on top.

I entered the room to see her peacefully sleeping. I was confused by this, I couldn’t have been cooking for that long. Anyhow I woke her up, her eyes gently fluttered open and a small grin grew on her muzzle. I placed the tray in front of her and presented what I created.

“For breakfast madam, a meal of pancakes, scrambled eggs, a french danish, a cup of diced watermelon, pineapple and grapes, and a glass of manehatten styled coffee.” Her eyes widened at the amount of food I presented

“You honestly expect me to eat all this by myself?” She asked still sounding surprised.

“I uh, may have gone a little overboard. Well, we can share right?”

“Of course, it is your cooking after all.” She replies sounding more pleased with me saying I would help her out on some of the food.

I got in the bed with her and began eating the breakfast and I don’t want to brag but, I make a hell of a good breakfast meal. After a little while of eating and talking, I had realized that I needed to go to work that day.

I went to the bathroom to, what my dad used to call ‘Shit, Shower, and Shave.’ Which is one of the main things that remind me of that bastard.

After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I finally began to leave the house. I stopped to give Snow a quick kiss before I left. I went to the door and left for my day.

~*~

I'm working, when suddenly, my co-worker, Sandy Shores, says to me,

"Say, how long have you and your missus been together?"

"Three years." I reply, "Why?"

He lets out a low whistle.

"You're a damn lucky sod to still have her."

"What do you mean?" I say, suddenly panicked.

"What I mean is," He says, "you better pull out a ring, sharpish."

"What?" I really am confused now. I'd pondered over marriage, but didn't consider it essential for maintaining a romantic relationship between us.

"They get paranoid, most mares. Think you're a commitment-phobe, or that you don't care about them. So, if you care about her, I'd ask her, and soon."

Well, at least I'm not confused anymore.

Snow can't be unhappy, though, can she? I mean, she has a bit of a cry every now and then, but so does everyone. But if she is... is it my fault? The thought pains me. When you have someone like Snowflake, all you want to do is insure their happiness. My thoughts suddenly turn to about a week ago.

I'm just drifting off to sleep. It's heaven, like usual. Snowflake is cuddled close to me, softly and gently nuzzling her head into my shoulder in all her adorable, sleepy bliss. I'm suddenly broken out of my sleepy state by Snowflake looking up at me, the fear in her eyes detectable, even in the dark.

"Giggle... do- do you love me?" She asks, her voice quivering a little.

"Of course I do, Snow." I say, running a hoof over her mane, "Sweetheart, everything I do is about making you happy."

"And... there isn't... someone else, is there?" She asks. She might as well have stabbed a knife into my heart.

"What?! Snow... Snow, no... no, not ever, Snow... Not ever, for anyone..." I say, not able to comprehend full sentences yet, "Snow, I couldn't do that to you... You're my angel... you're irreplaceable, Snow. There's no one like you to take you're place... Please, don't think that you're not the one pony that can I love, because you are, Snow..."

I wrap my forelegs around her, bringing her closer to me, until she slots into place perfectly.

"I love you, Snow..."

~*~

Could she really be worried for us? It wasn't at all like Snow to worry, she was generally very laid back, but when she did worry, it was always for a good reason. I'd obviously hurt her at some point, and I needed to make it up to her. I can't lose her.

~*~

I open the door to the house and step inside. As usual, it's cold outside, so the sudden rush of heat from the house is very welcome. I walk into the living room. I flop onto the sofa next to her, and she wraps her forelegs around me. I kiss her cheek.

"Snow... I haven't done anything to hurt you, have I?"

She looks shocked.

"What?! No!"

"Thank the gods..." I mutter to myself, "I was scared I'd done something after last week."

"No, that was just something that happened to Mel. Her coltfriend was cheating on her... it just scared me a little. He was a douche, though."

"Oh, and that makes it okay?" I joke.

"Shut up, you." She says back, but in a friendly way.

"I love you, Snow." I say, burying my head in her neck.

"Right back at you, Giggle."

Author's Note

Well, welcome to another collab between me and GodOfBBQ. He's a fantastic author, go and give him a follow if you liked the chapter! If you already did, then well done!

Proposal Day

I spent several hours thinking that night. Thinking about what I was about to do. I love her, more than anything, but I wanted to think it over. Consider what I was doing.

We've been together three years now. Never once had she lied or hurt me, and it's a thing that I've always noticed. I've always been sure that if I'd ever get married, it'd be to Snow, because she is always so honest. So every time she tells me that she loves me, I know that she does.

And I know that I love her, too. Everyday, I think of her. Every time she cries, I want to cry for her. I would kill if I was told it would make her happy.

So, I definitely want to marry her. So I guess I have to plan out how I'm going to do it. I'll still take her to that fancy restaurant, but I won't ask her there. She'd much prefer it in her own home, comfortable and herself. And then...

Well, let fate decide.

With the weight off my chest, I bring myself closer to Snow and wrap my foreleg around her. I hope she knows how much I love her.

~*~

I love Saturdays. One of the two days that I don't have to wake up to the incessant meeping of the alarm clock, or in some, more rare, cases, Snow trying to turn it off because she always forgets it's on a timer.

There was only one thing I resented, and that was that I would only see Snow on an evening. She works up in London for some big company, Major Products, but she only gets one of the shitty office jobs. Neither of us are to sure what they do up there that's so major, but it has to earn them a lot, because she gets paid a lot more than any other office workers would. Not that we're complaining.

When she finally arrives home, she's just as expected; tired and stressed. She flops down on the sofa next to me, and I start gently massaging her shoulders.

"You know me too well." She says, relaxing. I gently wrap my forelegs around her waist.

"What would you say to going out one last time for me?" I say, slowly wrapping my hooves tighter around her waist.

"Depends what for." She answers.

"Dinner, maybe?"

She looks up at me with a very familiar smile.

“I’d love that, Giggle.” She says in a soft tone, “Only if you’re paying, of course.” She jokes.

“Don’t I always?" I say in the same joking tone Snow had used.

Snow gets up from my embrace and begins to walk towards the staircase. She quickly glances at me.

“Oh, Giggle, I think the post got here, would you check please?” She asks, heading up the stairs, giving me little time to reply. I just shrugged and went outside to the postbox. As I expected, a small bundle of envelopes sat inside the small box. I pulled them out and walked back towards the house.

Once I got to the coffee table in the living room I looked over the envelopes.

“Bills, bills, ads, ads, coupons, coupons, cou-, what’s this?” I asked myself. It was a small envelope with the name of Snow’s work printed on the front. I opened it and pulled out the small paper.

I read the paper. Every word I read made me more and more ecstatic and excited.

“Snow! Snow, get down here!” I admit that when I get excited, I sound more angry.

“Oh, Christ, what did I do this time?!" She yelled, nearly tumbling down the stairs. Her mane was wet and slightly sudsy, so I was to assume that she was in the shower.

Do you ever have one of those moments where you want to make a joke, but you know that you could get in trouble for it, but you do it any way?

I was having that moment there. I had to do this one.

“Hey, Snow… You know your job?”

“Yes…? Why…?” She replied, sounding more curious.

“You were fired.” I said, using my more concerned tone. Thank you, acting class!

“What?! Why!? I can’t be fired! I don’t even- how could thi- why would-?” Okay, time to end the joke, she was obviously getting more nervous and hysterical on account of the tears welling up in her eyes.

I did feel bad…

But I was too busy laughing to myself.

“Snow! Snow, it’s okay! I was just kidding! I’m kidding, Snow, it was a joke!” I said, trying to reassure her.

Obviously, she wasn’t the happiest camper. She slowly walked towards me with an angry and very disappointed face.

“Hey, hey! Before you commit some act of violence and we need the cops to solve this, let me just tell you the good news Snow!” Luckily this got her attention, and she stopped her rage moment to listen.

“This better be good, Gigglebox!”

Oh, crap, she’s pissed now. We never use full names, only when we’re angry at each other, and that anger needs to be skyrocketing. That, and she still looks like she could eat my soul if I put a hoof out of line.

I lifted the letter to my sight of view and began to read.

“Dear Snowflake, we have recently received a business deal with the well known Equestrian company, Equestrian Future Inc. The CEO and Co-founder Techie Hoof has made a business proposition to have our businesses collaborate, and in turn, your paycheck will be raised from 11.50 pounds per hour to 20.00 pounds per hour.”

From what I could tell, her face turned from very angry to very surprised and excited.

“So? You still mad, or what?” I asked.

“I think I’ll pay for dinner this time, poor boy.” She replied jokingly. I looked at her with a confused face.

“I am not poor! I earn 1,875 bits a month for what I do!” I replied defensively.

“It’s simple maths, Giggle. You make 15 pounds an hour. I’ll be making 20.00 bits an hour. Think about it.”

I stood there looking like an idiot when I realized that she made a large amount more than me. I realized that I needed a promotion!

So finally, after a while of getting ready and getting shined up for the night, we finally headed out to the restaurant. When we got there, it was a very high classed establishment called 'Das Essen'.

A German place. I was expecting an Italian place, or at least a French place, but a German place? Very obscure, if you ask me.

So when we got to the front of the line, I learned that my work buddy actually helped make reservations for us.

Fantastic! Now I have to take money out of my small paycheck to pay back this fella!

We got to our seats and just took in the moment. I didn’t know what she was feeling at the moment, but I was feeling like a thousand little butterflies are fighting in my stomach.

But there was one thing I knew, and that was that she looked gorgeous. Snow never just dumped a load of slap on her face, and for that I was grateful, because it only covered up her actual beauty, and, in my opinion, she definitely had enough to go around.

We eventually finished our food and went home. What had used to be a thousand little butterflies had multiplied into millions. I was only edging nearer to the time I'd have to ask her...

I could just not do it. It's not like she'd know any different, right?

No. I promised myself I would, and I'm going to.

She sits next to me on the sofa and starts wrapping her wings around me, laying her head on my shoulder. I wrap my own forelegs around her body.

"Thank you, Giggle. " she says, nuzzling into me ever so slightly.

"Don't mention it, Snow." I say, stroking the ends of her mane, "Don't mention it at all."

I never noticed how smooth and silky her hair is. I could honestly just sit here all night, just running my hoof over her mane.

"Snow, do you know how much I love you? I can't even put it into words. You're worth more to me than anything. The stars, the sun, the sky... not even a hundredth of what you mean to me. You're my angel, Snow. A piece of Heaven."

She looks up at me with those wonderful, crystal-y blue eyes.

"Snow, I want to make that mine. Snow... will... will you marry me?"

It felt like a millennium before she answered. A very painful one, at that.

"Yes... Yes, Giggle, just... Yes!"

She throws her forelegs around my neck, nuzzling into my chest. Words really can't describe how happy I am to hear her say that. I gently tilt her head upwards, and kiss her beautifully soft lips.

I'm blessed to have her.

~*~

I lie in bed, next to the sleeping body of my fiancée.

Fiancée... I say it over in my head a few times. I could definitely get used to all this French. I say it quietly out loud, making my voice go deep and husky.

My God, that is sexy. Now I just need-

"What the hell are you doing?"

Damn it! Why does she have to be such a light sleeper?

"Um... practising?"

She just laughs, puts her foreleg over me and goes back to sleep.

But I think I'll keep the French to a minimum now.

Wedding Day

Now I know what ponies mean when they say that they can't bare the tension. I've tried everything, from humming a little song to creating enough to do lists to last me the rest of the year. And still, all I can focus on is the sick feeling in my stomach and how I feel a little dizzy every time I think about her walking down that aisle.

I don't know why, but for some reason, all of a sudden I've really started wishing my mom was here. I don't know if the nervousness unearthed it, or the fact that I know that she wouldn't miss this for the world, but I really miss her. I miss her soft, loving hooves, her gentle, caring voice, and just everything about her. I can't help but feel like it's my fault that she missed out on so much that she'd have wanted to see.

But, then I guess I'd have never met Snow. Hell, she'd probably have been flattened by a tree.

I don't think I can wait much longer without losing my sanity. I need Snow right here, as soon as possible. I need her with me.

I look at the crowd. Most of it is Snow's family and friends. She doesn't understand how much I envy her. She had a good upbringing in a loving family. I had one full of hatred and pain. She had a large family in which she was loved, or at least acknowledged. I had a tiny family, and the only pony who ever showed any signs of loving me got pushed out of the house so that my father could ruin the smaller portion of my life.

But they say true love can mend a broken heart. So I guess Snow must have done something right.

I couldn't love Snow any more than I already do. She's sweet, with a tiny bit of a sour kick. She's beautiful, both inside and out, she's got a sense of humour, and, most importantly, even though I know that she's not perfect, I still can't see her as anything other than perfect.

I'm broken out of my daydream by the room suddenly going silent. I glance up at the doorway, to see a pair of very familiar blue eyes catch mine for a quick moment, framed by long, black lashes.

Snowflake.

She gives me a quick grin, as opposed to her father, who gives me a quick glare (seriously, what's wrong with that guy? What did I do to him?), and takes slow, slightly hesitant step forward. Then another. And another. And another. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest as she slowly comes closer and closer into view. I have a perfect view of her face, her icy blue eyes shimmering in the sun coming through the window, a few strands of deep blue hair falling just over them, with a couple of turquoise strands mixed in. Her cheeks are slightly pink, and she has a small smile gracing her muzzle. I'm put in an almost unbreakable trance.

I say almost, because someone sneezed and it made me stop zoning out.

"You look beautiful." I say in a whisper once she gets to the end of the aisle, making sure only she can hear. She blushes a little, only making her look better. I didn't think it was possible.

The vicar starts his usual wedding drone, but I don't concentrate. It's not because it's boring as hell this time (well, it is, but that's not the point), but because I can't tear my eyes off of Snow. I'd always called her my Angel, but she actually looked like one now, beautiful, and majestic. Someone starts sniffing. Someone else lets out a quiet sob. I can feel tears prickling to my own eyes, but I fight them back.

Snow suddenly starts speaking. She's saying her vows. Her voice cracks halfway through, and a tear rolls down her cheek, quickly followed by a second on the opposite cheek.

I have actually managed to make someone cry from sheer happiness. It's quite a nice feeling, really. I'd had ponies crying from laughter, but not happiness. I've made her so happy that she can't even control herself. They fall slowly, but steadily, like rain.

It's my turn. I repeat them, but don't really take them in. I'm making my own vow to Snow in my head. One to protect her, to keep her happy, and above all, make her know that I love her.

She says 'I do'. All I have to do is say it too, and them we are officially married. Joined together. One soul. Whichever way you want to put it, we didn't need a fancy ceremony to make us inseparable. We were already inseparable.

I say the words, and it seems like years before the vicar finally says 'you may now kiss the bride'. I've been wanting to do it since I first saw her today. Never have her lips been so sweet, so soft, or so inviting. It seems like ages before we finally depart, but this time I was glad for it. I was quite content with being lost in my own world, kissing her beautiful lips for as long as I could. I finally break away, and gently whisper to her,

"Love you, Angel."

And then she replies back,

"You too, my little Giggle."

But I want to say so much more than that. I want words to be created so that I can tell her just how much I do love her. I've never really been able to use words to my advantage, but it's particularly hard when there are none to describe a feeling of complete and utter devotion. But I think she knows that, too, so she knows that when I say that I love her, I mean so much more than that. It's just that once again, all the words have run out.