"Welcome to Gallopford hospital maternity ward sir, how may I help you?" Sang a plump nurse to the rather out of breath and clearly excited pegasus that bustled through the door.
"Uh, yeh, um...I'm Clear storm, my wife should be here, shes called Blow, gone into labour this afternoon, came right away!" Stammered the dark blue pegasus, a clear undertone of fear, mixed with bubbling excitement was present in his voice. The rose coloured nurse stepped behind a small desk and and flicked through the large file of magically updating statistics and records.
"Head over to room 3, juts here on my left." She pointed her hoof cheerfully at a set of double doors. "I would hurry, or you'll miss it."
Clear Storm didn't hesitate in dashing through the doors and into the room beyond.
The room was a brightly lit ward, with a large hospital bed in the middle. On the bed lay Blow, panting, sweating and tense, as 3 ponies bustled around her fiddling with various machines and gadgets as they observed the mare. Even in her current state of pain and stress, Clear Storm still found his wife to be stupendously beautiful. Blow was a rather dainty pegasus, even with her swollen belly. Her legs were thin and graceful and her face streamlined with sharp features. Her wings were similarly dainty, which had caused problems over the last few months as she found she could barley fly with the extra girth and weight of the foal inside her. Blow's pail yellow coat glistened with beads of sweat, but still remained impeccably well groomed and cared for. Contrasting the luscious coat, was her electric blue mane and tail, which fanned out around her as her head rested against the table, each strand seeming glow slightly under the powerful lighting of the ward.
"Clear Storm!" Shouted Blow, bringing the pegasus out of his childish trance which he found himself falling into way to often around his wife. He blushed a deep crimson and gave a peevish smile, before he trotted up to his wife and pressed his snout against her slender neck, nuzzling her affectionately.
"How you doing, B?" Whispered Clear Storm, not once breaking contact with his beloved.
"Hurtin, strugglin, stuff like that. Won't be long now though. Still can't be leave I'm having a filly and becoming a mum. I don't feel that ready." Said Blow between deep gasps as more contractions hit.
"B, I've told you many times before, an now I'm tellin you again, you will be a great mum, you care for dumb old me, I'm sure you can care for you own foal just fine. Anyway, who says it'll be a filly, might be a brave and handsome young colt." said blow, comforting his wife for not the first time on this particular subject. Blow chuckled quietly.
"You still hoping for a colt ay? I told you, unicorn magic tested it, definitely a filly. Good job to, don't want another pony like you now do we." His wife chortled again.
"Never trusted unicorns anyway." smiled Clear storm. His wife flinched before screaming ever so slightly.
"That one hur-" She screamed again as another contraction hit her, followed by another. A few tears squeezed out of Blow's eyes as pain overwhelmed her again and she grunted.
"Hey, you ok?" Whispered Clear Storm into her ear, his hoof reaching up and stroking her forehead.
"I want to push now, tell the doctors." Strained Blow, followed by another quiet scream, this time buried beneath small sobs.
"Hey, she wants to push." He called over to the doctors still examining the various screens and monitors. One nodded, then they all set to work placing Blow's hooves into stirrups and covering her with a blanket.
"Right, Blow, push when you feel ready ok. This should be a nice and smooth birth and soon you can hold your little foal." Said a doctor, remaining professorially calm as he began his job. Blow screamed, loudly this time and her body tensed and shuddered as she started to bring a new life into the world. Clear Storm continued to stroke his wife's forehead and neck, humming gentle tunes into her ear as she pushed again, and again.
"Nearly there now. Your doing really well. Give us one more big push Blow." Called the doctor from his position at Blow's tail end. She raised her head and screamed yet again, clutching at her husbands chest as she did, she let out a smaller cry, then a gasp and she fell back onto the bed panting. Crying filled the room, as the doctor carried a small, toweled down, filly round the table and up to Blow.
"Its a filly he whispered." as he placed the dainty bundle onto her mother. Blow wasted no time in enveloping the filly in her wings and pressing it into her chest. Clear storm bent down and nuzzled Blow, as the filly fell silent in her mothers comfort and the two proud pegasi parents smiled at their little daughter.
After the doctors had cleaned up and released Blow from the stirrups, they left the room as to give the family a small amount or privacy before their filly was taken away for a checkup.
"Blow?" Questioned Clear Storm.
"Yeh?" Came a quite answer from the tired mare.
"Lets take a proper look at her." Whispered Clear Storm. Blow slowly tucked her wings back to her sides, revealing the now sleeping filly. She had a coat of brilliant glossy white, which shone in the bright lighting of the room. On top of her head and down the nape of her neck was a small tuft of mane. Contrasting the white coat, the mane was a bright red in colour, with streaks of electric blue dotting it at random. Her tail, of course, matched her hair in colour, but was surprisingly long for a newborn filly and it coiled around her small body, acting like a pillow as it disappeared under her small head.
"look at her wings!" exclaimed Blow as she gazed at her daughter. "There beautiful!" The filly's wings were large in comparison to her body, stretching right the away around her, cocooning herself in a sheet of pristine feathers. The wings flowed gracefully for there size, each joint bending in just the right way.
"She'll be an amazing flyer when she ages, those wings are simply massive for a filly, they wouldn't look out of place on a baby alicorn." Said Clear Storm. His eyes staring at the filly with love. "But she's still beautiful."
"What we gonna name her?" Asked Blow.
"Snow Breeze? Seems to suite her." Said Clear Storm after taking but a few seconds to think.
"Yeh, Snow Breeze. I like that." Blow bent down and laid a kiss on the (now named) filly's forehead. The filly yawned and rolled onto her back. She opened her eyes and gazed up at her mothers face, then at her fathers. Her eyes, like the streaks in her main, had iris's of electric blue. The filly let her large wings unfurl and curve in the air, before coming to rest across her mothers chest. Blow screamed loudly.
"What!?" panicked Clear Storm scanning the room for some form of threat, before looking over the filly...he gasped. Where the filly's small and plump fore legs should have been, there was nothing but the curvature of the snow white chest, unmarked by limbs.