Author's Note

Wow guys! I'm so glad to have so many great reviews and likes! You guys are so awesome! You have absolutely made my day! I am so flattered!

I wanted to take a second to take the opportunity to promote a charity project I have been hard at work on. As many of you know, I am an ABDL Mommy just as Twilight is in this story. So I wanted to create a charity to help out ABDL's and those with incontinence worldwide. So I wanted to do that by making care packages for ABDL's and giving diapering supplies to those with incontinence. Here is a link to the gofundme page detailing the campaign:

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Thank you all for your support!

Now then, enough charity promotion, Back to the story! Enjoy!

Surprises

Twilight stayed in the room with her son the entire time he was sleeping. She sat beside him as he dreamed, just as she had once done when he was a very little dragon. The whooshing sound of his breath coming in and out calmed her, just as his scent had once done, but since he smelled different now, it didn't have the same effect. She watched his face- peaceful and happy, as it should always been. Every tiny move he made fascinated her, as it once had when he was a hatchling. The idea that she had hatched a dragon all on her own used to amaze her. Now, she wondered where all that wonder had gone. How had it been lost to her all these years? How had she stopped recognizing what she'd had? Well, she wasn't going to take that for granted anymore. She was going to appreciate her baby while she had him. To seal the promise she made to herself, she pressed a kiss to his forehead, careful not to wake him.

Using her magic, she levitated him toward a special door to a secret part of the library that she had created herself. She opened the door to reveal a nursery, made especially for Spike. She lowered him gently into a crib, gently floated a pacifier into his mouth, and his blanket into his claw, then sat in the rocking chair to keep watch over her son.

When Spike did awake, it was an hour later. He opened bleary eyes to a seemingly new world. He could feel that he was covered in warm blankets, and felt something rubbery in his mouth and something soft in one of his hands. He blinked, not really seeing anything until his vision came back into focus. There were white bars around him, and something in one of the corners of the room was moving, but he couldn't see what it was. Instinct taking over, he shot up from his position under the covers. Before he could become panicked and whip himself up into a frenzy, his mother came into his line of sight. Then, he remembered what was going on and visibly relaxed.

Twilight slid down the side of what appeared to be a large crib. As she reached for him, he wondered how he hadn't noticed that before he went to sleep. Had he really been that tired? She helped him onto his feet and he looked around. He had never been in this room before. The white crib was in one corner, and a rocking chair in the opposite one. A tiny bookshelf was next to that, filled with books already, but he hadn’t really expected anything less. Adjacent to that was a table of sorts, with supplies he couldn't quite see. Then, there was a closet on the back wall, and finally, a dresser next to the crib. Whatever he'd been mindlessly sucking on before, he spat it out.

"What is this place?" He asked, confused and awed at the same time.

Twilight stepped forward. "It's a nursery. I made it for you.”

Spike looked at her confused. "For me?" He parroted. She nodded in confirmation.

"For you. And me. If today goes well and you'd like to do it again, I thought it would be nice to have a place for us to call our own here." She said, uncharacteristically shy.
Spike was left utterly speechless at the statement. He didn't know what to say. It wasn't that he didn't like it- that wasn't it at all. He just… didn't know how to accept it. Twilight seemed to sense this and put a hoof on her son's shoulder.

"Spike, I know that this is a lot to take in. I don't expect you to say anything right away. I can only hope that this can be a fresh start for the two of us.”

Spike struggled with what to say to that. But he found himself feeling something else… Something a lot like love, but mixed with something else. Something he just couldn't name. He tried to find the right words, but none would come. Finally, after a seemingly endless wait, he spoke.

"It feels like it is." He said, quietly. Twilight dared a sideways glance at him and saw her son smiling. It released some of the tension inside of her.

"Do you want to see the rest of the room?" She asked. He nodded, now curious about what else there was to see. She showed him what was inside of the table, and was surprised to find a selection of pacifiers, bottles, and a few other items. He was about to ask what was on the other side of the drawers when he realized what the table was actually supposed to be used for. It was a changing table. She moved on. And then, he noticed for the first time that there was a mobile over the crib. How he hadn't seen that when he had been inside, he would never know. The mobile had stars and moons, and a centerpiece made up of dozens of shining streaks of all colors. They looked like a rainbow from below, he realized. It was beautiful.

Suddenly overwhelmed by his own emotions, he reached out and pulled his mother into an embrace. Twilight, who was still talking and explaining something to him, stopped abruptly and let out a small squeak of surprise as she was being squeezed against her son's chest. Then, she wrapped her hooves around him in a tight and beautiful embrace. Holding him close, she treasured this moment more than anything else she had ever known. This moment was nothing less than her touch of heaven, and the start of their forever. Just when she was about to let go, she heard him say, in the faintest whisper,

"I love it, Mommy. Thank you.”

The quiet admission made her heart leap.

"I love you, Spike. Very much." She said, voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too.”