Author's Note
Still riding the Shining Armor and Twilight Velvet Kick, ya'll. XD
The song in here is mine and it came out of nowhere today and I had to write it down. Reposting it without written consent by me isn't allowed. You guys know how that works, I don't have to tell you XD.
Enjoy the feels. I know I did! 
You Will Always Belong
Twilight Velvet was startled awake by a kicking sensation. Her heart kicked into high gear as she looked around for a threat, but there was none to be had. In her comfortably darkened bedroom, her husband Night Light slept soundly beside her. Nopony was there outwardly. And she smiled when she realized what had woken her.
Sitting up, she placed a hoof on her ever-expanding belly, and the baby kicking her from the inside. She carefully got out of bed, careful not to wake her husband, as she went out the door and into another room. She was eight months pregnant with her first foal, and they’d begun decorating the nursery a few weeks ago. Though he was absolutely dedicated to his job, Night Light had assembled most of the nursery furniture already. The crib, changing table, rocking chair, and dresser were all set up. He still had to work on the toy chest and the bookshelf, but they had time for that. Now, she headed to the rocking chair, and sat down on it’s white cushioned seat, rubbing her belly as she rocked gently back and forth.
It was surreal to think that in just a month she would meet the little one she’d been carrying all this time. Months of waiting and anticipation would lead to a moment where she wouldn’t have to wonder anymore. Every day, she’d wondered about her baby. Would the baby be a boy or a girl? What would they look like? What color would their eyes be? Their coat? Their mane? Who would they take more after- herself or her husband? She didn’t know. But she desperately wanted to. She wanted to meet her little one so badly it hurt.
The love growing inside of her for her baby was enormous. She didn’t have words for it. And she knew when she finally held her child, It would explode. And that love would be the only thing that could quash out the fear that had simultaneously grown alongside it. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be a good mother to her child. She realized that must have been typical for every mare who had ever been pregnant. But it was more than that. She was afraid of failing her baby in some way and accidentally hurt them by it. It was the most frightening thing she could imagine. But she knew with some obscure sense that the love would be greater than the fear.
She rubbed her stomach now, talking to the little one inside of her who always seemed to be the most active when she tried to sleep. “Hi baby. I’m your Mommy. I can’t wait to meet you. You’re going to be so loved. I already love you so much, and I can’t wait for you to come. I can’t wait to kiss your head, and hold you in my arms. I can’t wait to wipe your tears away and give you hugs to make you feel better when you get hurt. I can’t wait to love you for the rest of my life, and so much longer.”
The baby, in response, seemed to give a little kick in reply. She chuckled gently. “I love you too.”
Deciding that her baby was too active at the moment for her to get some decent sleep, she decided to go to her desk. Something about this moment demanded to be written down. Being a writer, she knew inspiration was bound to strike anywhere at any time, and she had to be ready. Inspired by her child, she decided to write him or her a lullaby. She’d never been one for writing music, as her writing was certainly geared more to adventure stories, but something about this just felt so… right.
She wrote from the depths of her heart and soul, and came up with a piece that surprised even her. When it was done, and the ink dried, she took it to the nursery, and floated it in front of herself so that she could sing to her baby. In the quiet of night, her voice filled the air. She didn’t consider herself a particularly gifted singer, but something about this song seemed to make her sound much better than she really was.
“The months I’ve been waiting to meet you pass slow
All of this time I’ve been watching you grow
And I’m so afraid that I won’t be enough
To help you someday when things start to get tough
But somehow I love you even though you’re not here
And that love is stronger than all of my fears
I wonder what face and what features you’ll have
Or who you’ll take after, me or your dad
I am so in love with you that will never be gone
You will always belong.
And I want to make you better than me
Stop you from making the mistakes I repeat
I hope I can teach you what you need to know
And help you understand what feelings to show
But you don’t have to worry about being strong
You will always belong.
And I don’t know your name
But I know it will be my favorite word.
I haven’t known your voice
But it will be the best sound I have heard.
And as you get older I hope that you see
No matter how big you are you’re my baby to me
Though you grow up and you’ll someday leave home
And maybe start a family of your own
You will always have a place to go when things may go wrong
You will always belong.
And I don’t know your name
But I know it will be my favorite word.
I haven’t known your voice
But it will be the best sound I have heard.
I’m finally holding you, to rock you to sleep
I whisper a promise I always will keep
That I’ll keep you safe and I’ll love you always
Even on my life’s most difficult days
With you in my arms I am finally calm
You will always belong.”
The song became a sort of tradition for her. Every night before she went to sleep, she sang that to her baby. It seemed to calm her child from kicking her awake at night. And when the day finally came to have her baby, she was ready. She wasn’t ready for the most intense pain she had ever and would ever feel in her life, but she was ready to meet her baby. And when she finally got to hold her baby, she found she had a son.
“Welcome to the world, Shining Armor. Mommy loves you.”
The day she was able to take him home, and sang him to sleep before putting down to sleep in his crib. And as she looked at her son, asleep and peaceful, she whispered, “You will always belong.”
