Author's Note

This chapter is going to be a bit serious. It's based my relationship in real life. (Just this chapter not the whole story.) Also, I'm really sorry to keep everyone waiting on this story. I've just been super busy with both of my jobs and I've had bad writers block. But I'm back, and slowly getting back into it.

The Question

As you finish cooking and setting the table, you can't stop thinking about this morning. 'I really need to get an answer from her. Is she deliberately trying to avoid telling me?' The more you thought about it, the tighter the knot in your stomach became. Why can't she just tell the truth? Why was she distracting you with sex? 'Maybe she thinks I'll freak out?' You thought. Just then you hear her start to wake up in the living room. 'Dinner can wait. I need to know now.' You thought as you make your way into the living room.

Derpy yawned and stretched her self out before sitting up. "Hey cutie... something smells good." She said looking at you seductively. You avoid her gaze and clear your throat. She looks curious. "Anon?... Are you okay?" You look at her and sigh.

"Derpy... are you pregnant?" Her eyes widened in shock as she looked away. "Um.... uh.... I'm hungry!" She said trying to change the subject. "Is dinner ready?" She asked. You step closer to her.

"Answer the question derpy. Are you pregnant?" You ask once more. She stands up and looks at you again with the same seductive eyes.

"Hey cutie, why don't you and I have a little fun?" She said. After she speaks you snap. "DERPY THIS IS SERIOUS! YOU HAVE TO TELL ME!" You yell. She is completely caught off guard by your yelling. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a passing carriage, she freezes up. She doesn't say anything, and she doesn't look at you.

"Well?! I'm waiting!" You yelled once more. This time, she starts to get tears in her eyes and she runs out the door. This wasn't what you were expecting to happen at all. You had just yelled at your marefriend causing her to run away crying. "Derpy wait come back!" You yell as you chase after her. She stops and turns around, both sadness and anger in her eyes.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled before running away again. You sat there, speechless. She screamed at you. The mare who never got angry, actually got angry.

You sigh as you make your way back home. When you walk through the door, you immediately make your way to the kitchen to start packing up all of the food you had cooked. "Well, guess I have leftovers for the week..." you say to yourself. As you go up to the bathroom to turn on the shower, your mind keeps thinking of derpy.

Only this time, instead of sexual fantasies, it was thoughts of sadness as well as images of her yelling at you. Now, you shower alone, you eat alone, and you sleep alone....

The next day, you wake up and immediately go outside waiting for derpy to deliver the mail as usual. Ten minutes go by, then twenty minutes, thirty minutes.... Finally an hour later, the mail pony finally arrives. Only this time it wasn't the beautiful mailmare you fell in love. Instead, it was a stallion he had never seen before. "Uh are you a. nonymous?" The stallion asked.

"Yes, although I just go by anon.... Um where's derpy? She delivers the mail for this route." You explained. The stallion thinks for a moment.

"Oh yeah Derpy Whooves. Yeah she called in sick today. Also said something about changing routes. I'm the new mail carrier for this route now. Anyway here's your mail." He said handing you your mail. 'Atleast it's the right mail this time' you thought. However it just wasn't the same.

"Thanks, have a good day I guess..." you said sadly as you went back into your house. You sat on the couch and stared at the floor for a while. It was the spot where derpy had fallen asleep before you cooked dinner last night. After an hour, you stand. "I have to talk to her..."

After stopping to get the most expensive flowers from the shop, as well as a fresh batch of blueberry muffins from sugar cube corner, you make your way to derpy's house.

As you walk up the front path to the door, you start to get nervous. 'What if she doesn't love me anymore....' you shake your head free of that thought as you knock on the door.

After a few minutes, derpy opens the door. She looked horrible. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her mane was a mess. "What do you want..." she doesn't look you in the eye.

You clear your throat. "Derpy listen... I'm sorry I yelled at you last night. I.... Im just tired of the games. I'm tired of beating around the bush. I want to... No I need to know. Are you really pregnant?" You ask.

Derpy starts to tear up again. "Y-yes.... I'm pregnant.... but there's something I never told you." She said. "I.... I can't get pregnant."

You look at her in confusion. "So you're pregnant but.... not pregnant?" She shakes her head.

"No anon. I am pregnant... but I shouldn't be." She said. "Because of my condition, I'm mentally incapable of having children... the only reason that I still have dinky, is because a social worker checks up on her monthly. Other than that, the doctors told me that having more than one child as a single mother would stress me out, making my condition worse." She explained. "I didn't tell you because I was scared. I was scared about what was going to happen if anypony else found out."

After hearing that, you pull her into a tight embrace. "Derpy you aren't a single mother.... because I'm here. I love you deeply and I'll never leave you. I'm ready to be a father. I'm ready to have a child." You say before kissing her deeply. After you pull away she smiles and sniffles.

"Do you really mean that?..." she asked. You nodded, smiling as a tear formed in your eye. "I do... I promise."

After a few minutes of silence, she sniffs the air. "I-is that?..." she starts to ask. You cut her off by pulling the box out of your saddle bag.

"Yep, blueberry muffins." You said smirking. She squees and hugs you tight. "MUFFINS!" She said excitedly.

You couldn't help but chuckle as she invites you inside to enjoy the delicious baked goods. 'This is the one....' you thought. 'The one I want to spend the rest of my life with.'