Raising My Own

"Mom, why didn't my birth parents want me?" Twilight froze, she knew this question would come. Spike now a young teenager and Sweetie Belle and Rarity were on their way for a visit.

"Spike dear, your parents did want you. Celestia had vowed to them thst she would see that you were raised properly. Two thousand years ago, and before Luna and Celestia took the throne there was a war raging. You learned about it, that war was called, 'Inferno Blitz'. That way was troops being deployed rapidly and lives were lost. Your parents sacrificed themselves to save you and your siblings. Sadly, your siblings eggs got crushed and by some weird twist of fate yours was missed by millimeters. I haven't told you this because I didn't know when you would be ready."

Spike sat quietly, he knew colts who had been adopted and still ended up mad that they weren't with their birth families. He knew Twilight did her best. His stint with porn and being nineteen had a short stint on drugs but he never got charged because Twilight caught him before somepony else had. Standing up he walked over to her and his university jacket rubbed against Twilight’s barrel and he hugged her tight. This action illicited a small squeek, "Thanks for raising me mother, I'll do my best to make you proud."

"I was already proud of you when you reached out to me when you hatched..............but you gotta brush your teeth our guests will be here soon!" Spike bolted for the kitchen doorway and the stairs as Twilght tried to flick him with a wet dish towel.