Preggy Pie

Author's note: Sort of experimenting with this one. Also, suspension of disbelief: ponies can somehow hold forks. Don't question it. (By the by, does anyone have a good picture of a pregnant Pinkie that I can use as a story icon?)

Chapter Two

One year ago...

There was a knock on your door. You sat up, still a bit groggy, and yawned. You had a feeling it was Pinkie, carrying out her usual round of bringing you food, so you stood, lifting your blanket and tossing it on the couch where you had fallen asleep. You hadn't earned enough money to buy a bed yet, but you were getting there. You managed to land a job as temporary replacement for a baker in town; you had been getting some extra money for working overtime, too. (Fingers were useful when baking in place of hooved mammals. You looked like an overachiever.) You walked past a mirror and checked your hair. It looked alright—not perfect, but it would do. You jogged to the door and opened it. It was Pinkie, as you guessed, grinning ear to ear.

“'Morning, sleepyhead! I got something for you...” She shuffled out of view and came back shortly with a basket in her mouth. She said something, but it was muffled by the handle. She trotted into the house and set it down. She turned to you.

What did she say?

“Oh, oops! I meant to say, 'I know you cook sweets all the time, so I brought you some apples.' Applejack let me take them; she said she didn't mind.”

You smiled and petted her head. She giggled. Every day she brought you food. You wanted to say no, but you were having trouble paying for the house as it was. First the bread, then the vegetables, then the rest of the gifts...and now apples. You asked her why she was doing all this.

“Because I like you, silly billy!” she said, still smiling. She had the most heartwarming smile.

This wasn't the first time you felt attracted to Pinkie. It had been happening more over the past week, and although you struggled with the idea of being with a pony, you wanted to tell her how you felt. It took someone--or somepony, rather--special to bring you food and check up on you every morning. Especially without asking for something in return. It wasn't unheard of to date a pony, either; Rarity married a human and they already had their first foal on the way.

You two chatted for a while, though it was Pinkie who really led the conversation. She almost always did. She was outgoing and loved to talk, though, so you didn't mind. She actually told you how much she enjoyed telling you things. She said you were a great listener. It was perfect, because you loved listening to her speak. One date couldn't hurt, right? Just to get to know her better.

You picked up the basket and set it on the coffee table. You turned to her and smiled, although you were nervous. It was now or never. You casually asked if she was doing anything tonight.

“Mm-mm, I don't think so,” she answered. “Well, that depends on what you mean by 'anything,' because I'll probably end up doing something if I don't have anything to do! You never know what the future holds, you know!” She gasped. “Oh my gosh, what if you did? Would you have to do whatever you know you would have to do if you knew what was going to happen, or would you be able to change it? What if you can't control your destiny and everything in your future is already decided?”

You laughed. She blinked.

“Did I say something funny?” she asked. You shook your head and grinned. She was confused. “Then what's so funny?”

You answered her by saying you were going to ask her on a date.

She didn't speak for a few seconds. “You mean...like a date-date?”

You nodded.

“You mean...a date that two ponies go on? Together?”

You nodded again.

“So...you want to go somewhere with me, but not just as a friend?”

You slowly nodded a third time. You were starting to worry; you were hoping for a simple yes or no. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...it was sudden, after all...

“Sure!” she answered, grinning again. “That sounds fun! I've never dated anypony before...” She giggled. “Or should I say, any human before!”

You were relieved. You got on your knees and gave her a hug, grinning. She laughed.

“What's the hug for?”

Because I like you, silly filly!

You picked Pinkie up later that night and walked with her to the restaurant. It was a nice one—you decided to splurge for the occasion—and it was in a part of Ponyville you weren't too familiar with. Pinkie knew the area, but not the restaurant; you both wanted to be surprised.

Pinkie looked stunning; Rarity had coaxed her into wearing a nice blue dress for the occasion,

and she had given her mane light curls instead of the regular bigger ones she wore. She even had a flower in her mane for good measure. You liked that.

“What do ponies do on dates?” she asked as you two walked. “I've never been on one before!”

You thought about running through the different possible activities, but you decided to summarize by saying 'whatever it takes to get to know each other.' That sounded right. She thought that was a funny response. You thought that was cute.

When you got to the restaurant, you were escorted to your table by a well-dressed pony who kept glancing up at you as he walked. Sometimes you forgot how tall you were in comparison to the ponies. Pinkie's head only went above your hip, but at least that made her easier to pet. Win some, lose some, you told yourself.

You got to your table and pulled out the chair for Pinkie. She giggled at this and sat down, grinning. Nobody had ever treated her like a lady, so this was a lot of fun for her. Seeing her happy made you smile; she really didn't see you any differently from the ponies. You picked up the menu and browsed through the main courses. Pinkie wanted spaghetti. Knowing she was dressed so nicely, you considered telling her this wasn't a good idea. However, she wasn't used to eating in nice places, so you let her get it. You ordered some too, just in case she got messy; you didn't want her to feel alone.

The date started out fine; you talked about what it was like moving into Ponyville, Pinkie talked about her friends and how she reacted when she saw you, and overall, there was a lot of laughter. Her laugh was just contagious that way. You normally wouldn't care about people—or ponies—you didn't know, but she made it interesting. You had met them once in a group, but they weren't sure how to react to you. When she introduced you to them, she talked like you were just a normal pony. She didn't care that you were different. She just wanted you to feel welcome.

“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked.

You realized you were smiling at her as she talked, propping yourself up with your palm. You must have looked pretty stupid. You cleared your throat and moved your hand to take a sip of water. She just giggled. You were about to make up an excuse, but then the waiter came with your food. Perfect timing, too, because you were out of ideas.

She twirled her fork in the pasta and took a big bite. “Ooh, that's yummy! Try it; it's the tastiest spaghetti I've ever had!”

You did the same. It really was good. You ate as she talked some more, listening intently to every word. She had such a cheesy sense of humor, but it was really cute. And on occasion, she said something that was so funny you nearly choked on your food. The best part was, she made her funniest jokes when she wasn't trying to be funny. So throughout the meal, she kept asking if you felt alright and saying you needed to drink some water.

The both of you finished your plates and you paid the bill. You asked her where she wanted to go next. A movie? A play, maybe?

“Um, if it's alright with you, I want to go somewhere outside,” she said. “Being inside for too long makes me anxious.” She smiled sheepishly.

You nodded, and as you stood you noticed a tall grassy hill through the window. You turned to Pinkie and gestured toward it. She thought it was perfect.

You sat on the side of the hill facing the forest, not wanting to be bothered by the city lights. Pinkie sat right beside you, gazing contentedly at the stars. The night air was perfect. It was warm, but not so warm that she wouldn't sit close to you for comfort.

“Have you ever just thought about the stars?” Pinkie asked. “They're all so pretty...they look close, but they're really far from each other.” She smiled. “At least they get to look down at us while we enjoy them from a distance. I think that counts for something.” She turned to you. “Hey, come closer. I need to tell you a secret...”

You leaned towards her. She looked around, making sure nopony was there, then kissed you on the cheek. She grinned. “I saw Mrs. Cake do that once when I was younger. I wanted to try it too.”

You laughed and gave her a hug. She giggled. “Thank you so much for the date,” she said. “It was the best one I've ever been on. Well, the only one, but also the best.”

You slipped your arm around her. She leaned against you and sighed.

“I can't believe Rarity's having a foal,” she said. “I always thought she would be the last in the group to get married, since she can be so flip-floppy at times—well, except for Rainbow Dash. But even she's with somepony now...” She breathed softly out her nose. “Everything's changing, and yet everypony is still happy...I'm glad.” She smiled up at you. “Thanks...again.”

You grinned. You leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She blushed, but she got closer to you and set a hoof on your chest. The next few minutes were silent, but you couldn't have asked for a better ending to a date. You had a feeling that Pinkie Pie was somepony special.