The sun was just peeking over the horizon but the kitchen was far from quiet as Doppel worked. Haybacon sizzled on the stove, it's aroma making the small changeling hungry but it was not for her.
Humming a soft tune to herself, the yellow changeling’s wings buzzed on her back a little as she stood by the stove. Her horn lighting as she took ahold of the spatula, she flipped the pancakes that we're cooking on the pan next to the Bacon.
“Mmmm,” she sniffed the air and it definitely made her stomach growl as well. But the food wasn't for her. It was for the stallion still asleep upstairs. Doppel smiled as she thought of the stallion.
Verdant Spring; the light of her life. The first pony to not be scared of her when she decided to stop hiding. The only pony who didn't run away at the first sight of her. The pony who helped her shed her old ways and become the mare she was now.
The sound of toast popping in the toaster broke her out of her thoughts and she opened the refrigerator, removing a jar of homemade jam and a jug of orange juice with her magic. Placing them on the counter, she pulled out a knife from the silverware drawer and grabbed the toast. Setting the bread down on the tray, she undid the lid on the jam and started putting it on the toast.
Looking down at the spread she was making, she couldn't help but feel pride welling in her. Not having to eat normal food up until after her transformation, she wasn't exactly the best cook. But she hadn't burned anything and any evidence to the contrary was buried in the trash. The muffins were those chocolate ones he loved from the market, toast covered in just the right amount of jam, and orange juice! Who doesn't love orange juice?! Just the best for her special somepony.
Sniffing the air, she stiffened as. She smelt the haybacon starting to burn a little, “Horseapples! I'm not burning the bacon!”
“Honey?”
The large green earth pony grumbled into the pillow, not hearing the soft voice of his wife as he rolled over in the bed.
“Hun? Wake up~”
This time it earned her a groan as he rolled about to face her, eyes still closed shut from the light coming into the room from behind her. “Five more minutes Dop,” he mumbled, “I need a few more minutes please…”
Rolling her eyes, the tray warm in her back, she shook him a little with her hoof. “Spring, wake up this instant or I'll go for your ears.” After a few seconds of no response, she sighed, “well, I warned you.”
Her horn lit up and her magical aura appeared around his left ear. It twitched in her grasp before she to slowly massage it. As she started to do that, Springs body shuddered as he let out a soft moan. Cracking his eyes open, he just looked at her and her cheeky grin.
“Dop, what time is it?” He half grumbled half whined, “and stop it… please?”
“Oh, it's six thirty,” she started matter of factly, not relenting on her ear assault.
He let out another weak whine, “Dop...Stop it please.”
“But I made you breakfast honey,” she said with a smile, her attack finally relenting as his eyes opened more and he sat up more in bed.
“Breakfast?” He rubbed sleep from his eyes, mind still not fully awake.
“Happy Birthday Honey!” She beamed, her horn lighting up as she lifted the food filled tray from her back and placed on the bed before him.
He just stared in surprise at it, his mind waking up more as he smelled the crispy haybacon, the sweet aroma of the jam. “You cooked this? For me?”
“No, I got that colt Bright Will to cook it for me,” she rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him, “of course I cooked it for you.”
“But you hate cooking,” he said, still looking at the spread of food before him before turning to look at her.
“I don't like to cook Spring. I don't hate it,” she said, holding a hoof to her chest as she let out a mock gasp of insult. “I'm shocked and appalled you think so little of me!” With that, the small mare fell on to her back in a fit of giggles.
“I don't know what to say Dop,” he said, rolling his eyes at his giggling wife as she sat down on the floor beside the bed.
“A thank you would be nice but you don't have to say a thing. How you're feeling is enough for me. But…” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “I want to say something Spring.”
“Oh, the big scary guardsmare Doppel has something to say? Is the kitchen a warzone? Do you need help cleaning?” It was his turn to chuckle in that lovely way of his as she blushed, her wings buzzing a little as she huffed.
“I tease Dop, I tease,” he laughed a little as he started to eat. “Go ahead, I'm all ears.”
“You mean the world to me Spring,” she started. “If it wasn't for you, I'm fairly certain that I wouldn't be here right now. Probably long dead or locked up in some castle dungeon for the rest of my life. It was you who saw past how I look; looked at me for who I am not what I am. You're the only stallion for me and I can say that without a doubt.” Taking to the air a little, she floated up to be headlevel with him and kissed him. Their lips meeting and her long tongue going into his mouth as they made out.
Pulling away, she landed on the floor and laughed at the dumbfounded look now stuck on her stallions face. That and blush as she noticed the issue rising under the blanket.
“Say, how about you finish that food extra quick so I can get some too,” she winked at him, licking her lips, “and we can make this birthday extra special for the both of us.”
Author's Note
Normally, this kind of stuff is not my usual cup of writing tea but for a friend I consider a brother, I'd do anything to make a suprise gift for him.
As for the editing, can't exactly give it to my editor when the story is a gift for said editor
Anyways, Duskie, you crazy Jamaican Canadian friend of mine. I hope you have an Excellent 26th birthday today
