Author's Note

It's a beautiful sunshiny day over here in Arizona, and only a chilly 108 degrees outside! XD Okay, so it's really damn hot outside, but lucky for you guys that kept me inside to write another chapter for you!

The "One More Day" Series is all dedicated to Baby Dashie, but writing her this time was surprisingly hard. I don't know why she gave me such a challenge today, but she did. Ah, well. At least the chapter turned out well!

I hope you all enjoy it!

2. Rainbow's Family

In Cloudsdale, the home of Windy Whistles and Bow Hothoof was startled awake by a crashing sound. Windy Whistles was up and moving immediately.

Dashie! Her mind thought, as she flew to Rainbow Dash’s nursery. She flung open the door to find her daughter flying just off the ground, and a few pictures off of the walls. No broken glass for her to cut herself on, thank goodness. Windy smiled at her daughter, picking her up.

“Was my baby bolt trying to fly?” She cooed.

The nickname had seemed to emanate from the nursery itself. A rainbow color rug was the only thing that wasn’t Wonderbolt themed. The furniture, the decorations, the mobile, and the bouncer in the corner all reflected her little Dashie’s desire to be the best. Windy had known that her daughter would be a Wonderbolt someday, ever since she pointed at a poster and babbled at it excitedly, fluttering her little wings. Now, Windy cuddled her daughter close. Rainbow started to talk.

“I fwy!”

“You did fly, baby girl! But try not to fly out of your cribby, sweetie. It’s there to keep you safe until Mommy and Daddy come and get you.”

“I fwy!” She cheered again and Windy chuckled. Her wisdom was completely lost on her daughter. Good thing she was adorable.

Bow Hothoof poked his head in the door. “I hear some little trotter is awake!” He smiled.

“Dada!” Rainbow cheered, and flew to him. Mercifully, the distance was short and there was no way she could crash in that distance. Rainbow giggled as he caught her.

“And just how is my little ma’am today, huh?” He asked, throwing her in the air to hear her laugh.

“We tried to sneak out of our cribby this morning, Daddy.” Windy smiled, putting the photos on the wall back up.

“Did we now?” Bow asked, smiling at his little girl. Rainbow, of course, simply giggled innocently. “Well, you know what happens to little troublemakers who don’t stay in their cribs, right?” He asked, smiling. “They get a visit by the tickle monster!” He said, and began to tickle her with his wings. To his delight, she erupted into peals of laughter.

“Bow, don’t get her riled up so soon! I have to get her changed!” Windy scolded half heartedly.

“Awww, come on, honey! You know you can’t stop the best giggler ever once she gets going!” Bow said, grinning.

Windy smiled. “Fair point. But if you rile her up, you get the honor of diaper duty for the first change in the morning.”

“Oh, alright. How hard will It be?” He asked. He’d always made sure his wife had that first change of the day, but now he didn’t dare back down. Rainbow squirmed on the changing table as Bow got out her changing supplies. Unsurprisingly, with his eyes off of her, it didn’t take more than two seconds for her to start flying again. Even when he got her back down, she wouldn’t stay there.

“What was that you said about how hard it could be?” Windy teased gently, giggling.

“Alright, I give in. I need your help, honey. She won’t stay still.” He admitted.

Windy went over and kissed his cheek. “You’ve always got my help. I’m always on your team.”

He smiled, as his wife went to work distracting their daughter with her favorite blanket and a doll, as Bow changed her. When success had been reached, the pair of them shared a hoof bump.

“Is she usually that squirmy in the morning? Never thought I’d see the day she was more of a hooffull after just waking up than after playtime.” He said, picking up his daughter.

“She isn’t- unless you get her riled up first.” Windy smiled and kissed him.

“Well, now I know.” He smiled.

“To be fair, she’s gotten more squirmy since she started flying. It’s not just you, I promise.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” He smiled, and they kissed.

Rainbow, in response to that, stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. Her parents laughed simultaneously.

“Oh Dashie, are you jealous that Mommy and Daddy are giving each other kisses and not you?” Windy cooed.

Bow blew a raspberry on her stomach and she squealed and squirmed.

“I think our little filly was jealous, dear.” Windy remarked.

“Oh definitely. And who wouldn’t be, with me getting to kiss the most amazing mare on the planet?”

Windy chuckled. “Oh, you. You know, I think we’re pretty lucky to have the best little filly ever.” She cooed to her daughter, kissing her forehead.

“I agree with that.” Bow smiled.

Rainbow’s stomach growled, and Windy looked at her daughter. “I think it’s time for brekkie for you, baby girl!” She cooed, and took her from her husband’s arms to put her in the blue and yellow Wonderbolt high chair as bow strapped her into it so she couldn’t fly out. True to form, Rainbow tried to fly out, but was unsuccessful. Bow entertained her in her chair as Windy got out jars of foal food for her. Glazed carrots- her daughter’s favorite. Bow unscrewed the jar as Windy tied a bib around her neck and got a spoonful of the mush for Rainbow to eat.

“The Wonderbolt is coming in for a landing!” She cooed, feeding her a spoonful. Rainbow ate the first spoonful happily, but for the next one, she turned away, rambunctious as ever. Luckily, Bow and Windy were well-versed in getting their filly to eat. Bow tickled her gently, and when her mouth opened, Windy slid the spoon in. Occasionally this technique had backfired and they’d ended up with food spat in their faces, but always when the foods weren’t to Rainbow’s liking. Now, they managed to get her to eat all of her breakfast. Then, Windy nudged Bow.

“Honey, get the camera! Dashie’s got mashed carrot all over her face!” She cooed. Bow scrambled to retrieve the camera as Windy cooed to her daughter. “Who’s the best eater ever? It’s you, Dashie! It’s you!” She crooned, to Rainbow’s giggling.

Bow came back with the camera and snapped pictures of his daughter and ones with his wife in it, and a few of all three of them. Then, Windy wiped her daughter’s face off and got her out of her high chair.

“Come on, Dashie! Time for your bottle!” She cooed, carrying her to a rocking chair. Bow was already on it, warming the bottle perfectly, and then handing it to his wife. Windy cradled her daughter and started to feed her. Rainbow Dash quickly drank down the warm milk, becoming melted butter in her mother’s arms.

When the bottle was done, Windy burped her daughter easily, and nuzzled her soft, velvety cheek. Rainbow giggled.

“Well, she’s slept, eaten, had a drink, and been changed. I think we’re all clear for playtime.” Bow grinned.

“Sounds right to me.” Windy smiled, setting her daughter down on the floor. Curiously enough, her daughter attempted to fly, but couldn’t get more than two centimeters off the ground. Bow and Windy simultaneously let out an “Awww” as Windy leaned down to her daughter.

“That’s okay, sweetie. Someday, you’ll be flying like the big ponies do.” She crooned.

She was completely unaware that Rainbow had flew not ten minutes earlier that very morning.