MommAdagio

by NanashinaGrace

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Human, Alternate Universe
Length: 636

"Because Adagio knew she should accept: she had taken unconsciously, a new responsibility after finding that two babies in front of her door."

"Because Adagio knew she should accept: she had taken, unconsciously, a new responsibility after finding that two babies in front of her door." •Serie of three connected bullets about The Dazzlings. Outside the Canon Universe•

MamAdagio: MommAdagio in Spanish

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-23 20:49:42 UTC

Sono yonoaki: That autumn afternoon

Sono yonoaki

A pair of feet covered by a pair of brown shoes walked through the wet streets of the City of Canterlot. An exhausted Adagio Dazzle let her feet guide her through the city while her right hand was fully loaded with shopping bags, having recently been in the supermarket in town, buying the needed for a week, as her work always gave the pay enough to keep about 3 weeks.

Her head was covered by a purple hood, while in her left hand had a greyish purple umbrella. The drizzles were hard on the city in recent days, and that day was no exception. The rain came and went all day with strength. The Adagio young body had to exercise every day to run toward her house from rain for avoid getting wet, and was doing just that.

The bags were slightly wet from the handles, dipping a little the Adagio supplies, which made it increased more her speed.

The rain ever increasing strength, making every human being on the Earth increase its speed: mothers with small children in their arms, others took them out of hand as being grown; in addition to parents and single men -which is difficult to differentiate- with their briefcases, noting they had already left work.

Occasionally, Adagio was engaged to looking at each mother with her little sideways with a look of disappointment. She knew it, the doctor had told her was not allowed the ability to have children, reason by which her ex-boyfriend cut her. Sighed and shook her head.

It was not time to think about it.

A cool breeze, characteristic of a rainy autumn afternoon spent taking hard Adagio hair as if it danced.

It suddenly began to hear something, sounds like a cry. Fortunately the rain began to cease, so Adagio take to stop her race and sharpen her ear, listening further that unique sound.

Yes, definitely it was a cry ... but it was not a baby. They were two, the tone of both tears could easily compare and differentiate. That seemed close to her apartment, so Adagio sighed and continued with her race, as well as find the pair of babies, also she wanted to lie down and sleep.

As long as closer she got, those crying can hear more stronger, which to some extent could become irritating; but when Adagio arrived to her apartment, her jaw almost fell to the floor in surprise: a basket in front of her door, and both cries coming out. The magenta eyes focused on the left, to the right. Nothing. There was no one. They had abandoned those little babies.

Sighing, she decided to approach to the door of the apartment, as she had to. It was her home after all and would have to enter at any time in case of rain again.

Her gaze went directly to the basket, looking at a couple of babies. One has a light blue tone and a short hair blue sky with blue, covered by a small pastel pink blanket that would not stop mourn. The second simply was sobbing, was from a light purple hueand her hair we're arranged in a small ponytail purple with turquoise strands.

The heart of Adagio was deeply moved by see them. They looked so lonely, so in need of love. She could not have children. It could very well combine both details and the result, just perfect.

Smiling sweetly, she opened the door of her apartment simultaneously closing her umbrella, accommodating it in the arm that carried the bags. With her free hand she took the basket with both babies, causing the light blue stop mourn and just sob, and went to her apartment, thanking that autumn afternoon for making her dream come true.