Author's Note

I've got no excuses as to why this took so long. I've just been really really lazy, so for that I apologize. If you spot any mistakes or areas/paragraphs that look weird or sound weird, point them out and I'll fix them. Enjoy the update, lord knows I took my time writing it....

Leave me a comment about your thoughts, some things ended up getting rewritten so many times I lost count, so if you see something that just doesn't seem right, or something else that could/should be done differently let me know and I'll see what I can do to fix it.

Plans Coming Together

Chapter 5

Plans coming together.

When you started feeling something again, you felt you were in bed.... Or at least on the couch. You groaned, and rolled over the sound of sheets rustling spoke to you, they said you were in a bed. Once your mind started waking up, it started working like it was an hour late for its shift and wanted to make up for lost time.

She wasn’t even your wife, and she was baking a bun in her oven using your recipe. It didn’t take long to figure out why. You two were pretty fucking careless when it came to fucking. Odds of her getting knocked up were in the low single digits when she wasn’t in heat, so why not right? Well, the odds caught up to you. Caught up to you both.

You didn’t know what to do. Not for certain anyway. One thing you did know for sure, was the plans you and Ponyville’s dressmaker and party planner extraordinaire made were going to need to be accelerated. Vastly. You had the important parts planned already. The last nights as non-married ponies were parties that were taking some work, so those weren’t done, and would have to be scrapped in favor of getting the main event up and running depending on what Dizty thought. The only thing that changed was instead of getting Mayor Mare to preside over the ceremony, Princess Twilight offered. Yeah, the local librarian? She became a Princess, what a day that was. She was actually excited to preside over her first wedding, so freaking bonus points to you! That should impress Ditzy. ‘Hey babe! We’re getting married! I also called in a favor, it’s being officiated by a Princess. How badass am I?’

When you opened your eyes to take a look around the first thing you noticed was Ditzy wasn’t around the bedroom as far as you could see. Getting up, and getting as dressed as a Ponyville pony does, you headed downstairs contemplating the other things you’d have to do. The separate bank accounts would need to be merged, then there’s the life insurance thing. Lots of legal stuff. Damn, getting married was a lot of work….

The trip downstairs didn’t show the mare in question to be here either. Nor did you hear or see Dinky. Well, this is good. It would easily allow you to head over to Carousel Boutique without needing to lie to Ditzy about where you were going if she asked. You walked over to the front door and stepped into the outside world. The first thing that came to mind was the fact your hangover was gone. Otherwise you probably would’ve dropped to the ground and started writhing in agony as the sun touched you. Like some kind of vampony bat or something. So you were probably out for a while, and the sun high in the sky didn't really lie about the time.

Carousel Boutique was closer, so that was the first stop. Since Ditzy was probably out doing her own thing, you kept your eyes on the skies, looking out for ~~dragons~~ Ditzy.

She wasn’t spotted, so you probably made it to the first stop without being spotted yourself. After walking inside, the little jingle of the door’s bell alerted the owner that someone has arrived. “Well. This is a surprise. I assumed you wouldn’t need the ring for a few more months at least. Unless you're here for something else?”

“Well, ya know. Plans have to be changed. Stuff happened.” Rarity tossed her hair, and raised a perfect eyebrow. Somehow, you knew that not elaborating would be very bad. “Ditzy’s pregnant. A few months along now if the morning sickness is any indicator. I need to show her I’m not going to run from this and that I'm going to stick with her. To do that, I need your help.”

“Well, congratulations! I didn’t think a foal of your own would be a possibility for a few years, but regardless! I’m very happy for you two! So, how can I be of service?”

“Besides getting the ring from wherever you have it? Thanks for keeping it safe by the way. I’m going to need an idea on where I can take her to dinner. You're the master of fancy things in this town. I’m looking for suggestions. Perhaps help getting reservations if they are picky.”

“A fancy restaurant? A little cliché darling, but that’s because it works I suppose.” She put her hoof to her chin giving it a few thoughts. “Well, I think that one place by Town Hall would work nice. They aren’t picky as long as you’re dressed for the occasion. I assume you both have some formal attire?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a decent suit top. I know she has some dresses she could wear. So that won’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. The owner owes me a favor for a dress I made her on short notice. I normally don’t allow line jumps on commissions, but when she said she’d owe me one, I figured the favor might come in handy one day. So I can get you a table for tonight if you so desired.”

“Next week would be best. Both of us usually go out drinking when we get off work Saturday. So we both probably have some smell about us. At the very least, we’d be too tired to stay up for a nice night out. Thank you for this. It really means a lot to me… To us.”

“Think nothing of it darling! Anything that makes that mare happy is well worth doing. She hasn’t been the same since the incident all those years ago. A lot of the ponies here would agree that whatever you are doing, is working and changing her back to her old self.”

“Still, thanks. Shortly after I propose I’d like to bring her in to get fitted for a dress, and I’d like a nice suit for the occasion too if it isn’t much trouble. Of course I’d be paying you. Bills to pay and that yes?”

“Bills to pay indeed. Being generous keeps the customers coming back, but....”

“Doesn’t pay the bills. I remember. Now I must be off. I’ve got a date to plan, and a wedding to kick start.”

A week later, you and Ditzy were strolling up to that one restaurant Rarity suggested. It has a name, but you couldn’t pronounce it. You and Ditzy both tried for a few minutes, couldn't get it right so you gave up. Ditzy had brushed her hair, which curled out naturally at the end. Her dress, was a stunning blue-ish silver, that faded to actual blue as it went from top to bottom. It looked like it had two layers as the white trimming that was inlaid with blue sapphires ran along the middle of the dress; the bottom half of the dress resembled the top, silver fading to blue from top to bottom with what looks like a large diamond at the front of the dress, almost as if it were holding it together. She looked absolutely stunning, and made you feel good feelings in your pants. If you were wearing any…. Which, may or may not come back to bite you on the ass.

You were wearing a white dress shirt, and a black pullover jacket. Complete with bowtie. You thought you looked pretty snazzy all dressed up. You didn’t do it often enough and you really liked the way it made you feel.

You walked up to the Maitre D, and he looked you both over. With a tone of voice that made you want to tear his balls off for talking like that he asked, “Do you two…. Guests have reservations? You need to have reservations here. We here at this establishment do not have an open table policy.” Oh you wanted to punch this little shit in the face. After giving your name, he looked through a ledger and gave a sigh when he found it. “This way please.” There was no way to not want to hit somepony this badly without actually doing so.

After taking your seats, you checked your pocket while making it look like you were straightening it out checking to make sure the ring was still there. Which it was. “Do you two need a moment to decide on drinks? Or do you actually have something in mind.” He was not from around these parts, no one from Ponyville would be this big a douche. What the hell is his problem?

“A couple glasses of Applejuice if you’ve got it.”

“Of course... Right away.”

“Okay, what the hell is your issue? Why are you talking down to us like that? We’re paying customers and you better start treating us with some respect.” The ponies at nearby tables stopped eating and started listening in on the conversation.

“Or what? Two of the towns alcoholics hardly deserve any respect.” More than half the ponies were gawking at the scene unfolding before their very eyes.

“You’re begging for trouble mother fucker, you best watch it or you’re going to wind up missing a few teeth.” You grit your teeth and practically growled out your words.

"Are you threating me? I will have you removed if you do not apologize”

“I'm making you a fucking promise! Where's the manager? I've got words to say about you.” You stood up out of your seat and found yourself pleasantly surprised by the fact you were a good bit taller than he was. He even backed up a step or two. Go Earth Ponies!

“Jojo, calm down! He’s not worth it.” Ditzy tried to get you to relax, but you were practically seeing red at this point. She put a hoof on your shoulder to try and get you to sit back down. You just shrugged it off.

“I’m not worth it?” He said looking at Ditzy. “That’s rich coming from the pony who got knocked up and scared away her colt friend then lied about getting raped for pity points.” Forks clattered to the floor and plates and several gasps were heard along with a few comments like “He didn’t!” or “My word!”

Ditzy looked like she was going to cry, and you were seeing fire carriage red right now. His ass was grass and you were the John Deere. Without even thinking, you blasted him with a right hook that sent him into a nearby table scattering food everywhere. The table broke as soon as he hit it. He didn’t even groan or stir. He was out cold, and quite a few nearby patrons stamped their hooves for standing up to that prick. “I think I just broke my hoof. Owww….” You shook your hoof trying to rid yourself of the sting. “I also think we should leave.” The night was a complete disaster. Dinner was ruined, your hoof hurt like you broke it, Ditzy still looked like she was going to cry.

Resting your now throbbing hoof on her shoulder, you guided her out of the “establishment” and out towards the lake. You both liked it at the lake. It had a great view of the night sky, gentle breeze most of the time, soft grass. Were there any other places quite as peaceful as this? You had no idea.

Once you both laid down, and after you pulled her closer for some much needed snuggles (she was still pretty upset) an idea came to you. The dinner may have been a disaster, but perhaps the night was still salvageable….

You took a while to gather your thoughts (and courage) about how you wanted to do this. Taking a deep breath, you started talking. “You know. When I moved here with the transfer from my last post, I never expected to meet somepony who could ever shine as bright as you could. Under any circumstance, no matter what had happened, you always managed to have a cheerful grin or smile on your beautiful muzzle. Always remaining upbeat, and one of the best workers I've ever seen. Always getting the job done rain, wind, snow, or shine.

"You are an inspiration to me in a lot of ways you know? It wasn't a huge surprise when I figured out I had the hots for you. Oh boy, did I have it bad too, completely head over hooves. I worked harder to impress you, hauled heavier loads to try and grab your attention and to get a little extra free time to think about how to tell you how I felt.

"You've got eyes that cut me like a knife, lips that taste like the sweetest red wine, and your pretty legs go to The Elysian Fields every time. You've got a gentle way that puts me at ease, and when you walk in the room I can hardly breathe. Got a devastating smile that nearly drops me to my knees. You have whatever it is, that blows me away. You are everything I’ve ever wanted to say to a mare, but couldn't find the words to say. Before we started dating, I didn't know what to do, and now every time I try to tell you how I feel it comes out ‘I love you.’. You have whatever it is. I want to be apart of whatever that is too.” She turned to face you for the first time since you left the restaurant, slightly red eyes wide as she realized where you were going with this.

“When I found out you loved me too, I felt like I was on top of the world. I knew, in that moment, what it was like to have wings. When you love me, I feel immortal, like I’m untouchable. When I found out that you were pregnant, I was scared. I didn’t know if I was ready to be a father, but I realized, that I already am. Dinky is as much as a daughter to me as whoever you have growing inside you. I just need to make it official. So if you’d do me the honor of adding me to whatever it is that you got, you’d make me the happiest stallion on Equestria.” Fishing out the wedding earring, you placed it on her ear. “Ditzy Doo, will you marry me and become my wife?”

Tears were streaming down her face, contorted with emotion. “Yes! Of course yes!” She tackled you onto your back before pressing her lips to yours. This wasn't a lustful kiss. This, was the most tender and passionate of kisses, conveying all the love you two felt for one another and it felt like your first kiss all over again.

There was quite a few things you needed to get done still, but in that instant you didn't care, and you knew that while there wasn’t such thing as fairy tales where the knight in shining armor gets the princess after saving her from the wicked witch. There was most certainly happy endings, and this was the beginning of your very own tale that will have a happy ending. Because the mare in your hooves deserved that happy ending, and if you were lucky enough to be her knight? Well, who were you to argue.