Author's Note

WOW YOU GUYS. I am overwhelmed by the numbers of Comments, likes, and favorites. I was even more overwhelmed when I saw that this story made it onto the popular page. I am so humbled and grateful to everyone who took the time to read this. It is truly a privilege to be writing this for you all. This one is for you!

The song included is mine, and if it feels familiar, It's because I put it in One More Day. So I'm unoriginal. Sue me. Just kidding.

We will delve more into the ABDL themes later, but for now the themes are beginning to crop up. They will be explored more in later chapters.

Thank you all for reading! ❤

Plans Revealed

When the hug broke, both Twilight and Spike were blushing, but there was nothing about it that was awkward. The both of them went back to breakfast, talking about unimportant, trivial things. When they were done, Twilight did the dishes and told Spike to go relax. Though a bit unnerved, Spike was in no position to argue. When the dishes were done, Twilight stopped a moment, taking in a deep breath. It was time for her to reveal her plan to Spike. She hoped that he would take it well. She knew in her heart that it was the right moment, and knew that once she proposed the idea, there would be no going back. Putting on a brave face, she went to find spike and saw him in the library, reading a comic book. When he saw her coming toward her, he smiled.

“Hey Twi- uh, Mommy. Sorry. It’s going to take me a while to get used to that.” He said.

Twilight smiled. “It’s no problem, Spike. Take all the time you need. I was wondering if I could show you something really quick.”

“Sure.” He said, and followed her.

Twilight felt her heartbeat quicken with every step she took, but she would not be deterred from her task. She reached the closet sooner than she had hoped. She opened the closet to reveal two brown bags. “I bought these for you… for us.” She said, slowly. Every nerve in her body was standing at attention, and she was panicking, but she did not let it show on her face. Spike moved in to grab the bags, and Twilight held her breath. When Spike looked inside, he didn’t look surprised. He looked confused like he had earlier.

“This is for us?” He asked. Twilight swallowed, then nodded.

“Yes. I thought… I thought that if you wanted me as a mommy that we could, you know, start from the beginning…?” She said, but it came out as a question. In her head it sounded logical, but now that she spoke the words aloud, she wasn’t so sure.

Spike stared at the items in the bag for a long time. There were two packs of plastic diapers, a bottle, a pacifier, and a onesie. For a long time, he was quiet, and Twilight felt growing fear come up inside of her. She wanted to talk to him, but she was too afraid to break the silence. Finally, Spike looked up at her.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Asked Spike. Twilight nodded numbly. He was quiet for a moment, just long enough to take a breath. Then he spoke. “Okay.”

Twilight’s head snapped up. “What?”

“I said okay.” He repeated.

“Are you- Are you sure?” She asked, as relief flooded through her.

Spike nodded, and Twilight swept him up into a bone crushing hug.

“Too… Tight…” He gasped. Twilight pulled away sheepishly.

"So… Where do we start?”

Twilight smiled at him. "I'm glad you asked." She crossed the room to where an old shoe box sat on the table. She picked it up and went over to her son. "It starts with this." She said, handing it to him. He looked down at it confusedly. "Open it." She urged.

He was confused, but he listened to what she said. She pulled off the top of the box and pulled out a ratty piece of fabric, covered with holes and had a dingy coloring to it. He looked at his mother curiously.

"You don't recognize it?" She asked.

"Should I?”

"That was your first blanket from when you were a hatchling." She said.

Some hazy memory was trying to break through to him. In a move that seemed automatic, he pulled the blanket up to his nose and sniffed it. It brought back a dozen little moments, moments he shouldn't have been able to remember because he had been so young. He thought he could remember things like Twilight holding his claw and singing to him and holding him close. Before he realized what he was doing, he found his claw in his mouth.

He only snapped back to reality when he felt his Mommy's lips pressing against his forehead. When he realized what he'd been doing, he pulled it out, embarrassed, but Twilight used her hoof and guided it back in. Then, she took him to their bedroom. They sat down next to one another, and Twilight felt her son's head rest on her shoulder. She gently kissed his head, relishing in the moment. Then, she heard herself beginning to sing his favorite lullaby from when he was little. It calmed Spike down far more than it probably should have. Twilight sang to him quietly, a little adjustment made in a few words:

“We’ve come such a long, long way
And I’ve loved you from the very first day
I loved watching you grow and seeing what you do
Despite all you’ve been through
And in all these ways you’ve made me proud of you
You’re my gift sent from above
You Taught me all about a mothers love
You are what I waited for
Doesn’t matter what happened before
It doesn’t matter what all I’ve been through
because every heart break led me straight to you
And maybe someday you’ll help me sing along
to the end of your own song.”

Spike sighed, and cuddled into her. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Spike. I always have and I always will.” She promised. For a short while, neither of them said anything. Then, Twilight spoke.

"Spike, how about we have story time together, hmm?" She asked. He nodded. That sounded like a good idea. It reminded him of when Twilight read to him as a hatchling. He got up and followed his mother to the bookshelf to pick out a book and then he sat in her lap. She handed him a bottle she had magically filled with warm milk, and began to read, gently rocking him back and forth in her hooves.

"Once upon a time, there was a pony named Rockhoof…”

By the end of the story, Spike had fallen into a light sleep.