Gleam

Hearing her name, Petalgrass, brought something to mind.
Maybe she really did have honey eyes. She would look at him with those gentle, slow eyes quite often.
How simple it was to play the sympathetic lover and pretend to feel something when, in reality, what he said was true for him. He really did despise her.
All that stood in his way was a blubbering foal. unworthy of his grace, unworthy to be his wife, and unworthy to be the queen.

Hocus Pocus grinned; perhaps this one would be worthy. He licked the brown coat of petal grass, who was startled to see him. She gave him a crooked smile. It was a little ugly, kind of like a sick cat, he thought. However, this time, his smile was sincere.

Legacy had no idea what he had done to anger his fiance, but he had woken up to plates being thrown at the wall. Citrus twist peered at him from his place on the couch. Despite only having known Fair Weather at the time of his birth, he had developed a strong affection for him. He had not sobbed since then; instead, he had simply stared. Citrus was just starting to babble when he noticed Legacy making typical baby noises. Fair Weather had pointed a fork at his head, saying, "What kind of terrible cutlery is this?" "Terrible, absolutely terrible!" The word "terrible" echoed throughout the entire house. At this point, Fair Weather was practically yelling, "This is what you call silverware!" Legacy had only stared at him before pouting. "Darling, don't you know we'll be moving to a lot more.." Fair Weather asked, spinning around. Finer establishments was his final statement. Legacy looked at his bare home and frowned.
“ Oh, I see. Where did you put each-”
Fair Weather shoved a chocolate croissant into his mouth.
Legacy glared in protest “Mmmph”
"Don't worry, darling, leave everything to me," said Fair Weather, beaming and prancing around the house.

Never having visited Trottingham Gardens, Legacy didn't think he wanted to stay.
The size of the house and the neighborhood's cleanliness made him feel uneasy.

Only the wealthy and upper class of Ponyville were permitted entry into Trottingham, a gated community. Fair Weather had undoubtedly bought a house here. The entrance mare, who had white and black hair pulled back into a tidy bun and a smooth silver coat, had been glaring at Legacy the entire time. In response to her inquiry about him, Fair Weather ripped her a new one.

While gently spinning Citrus around, who was squealing with delight, his other half appeared to be deep in thought. Most of all, the neighborhood kids gave him the most trouble because they wore dresses made of downy fabric without a scratch or a sign of mud or dirt, and had smooth coats and hair ironed like dolls. As he entered his home, they had gathered and were gawking at him as if he were some strange creature. Immediately after Legacy closed the drapes.
Fair Weather was stroking the infant and cooing at him as Citrus started to scream.
Fair Weather had turned to face his fiancée and smiled, batting his eyelashes, Oh god, he has something planned."
He opened a moving box using magic and levitated it before giving Legacy something inside.
‘Tada!” Legacy's eyes watered as he feigned indifference while Fair Weather grinned.
Fair weather had gotten him a new wheelchair. Not because Legacy lacked the funds to purchase a replacement, but rather because he was very stubborn. Before that man would spend anything on himself, he could wither away. Fair Weather had pushed him into his new wheelchair, which had room for Citrus, who was delighted to ride along with his dad.

When Fair Weather insisted that Legacy hire house servants, Legacy was bemused.
He had complied even though he had no desire to argue. Midas was present because Fair Weather had demanded one directly from Canterlot. He had piercing golden eyes that darted left and right; they kind of burned. He had arrived stern and glaring, and he was quite frightening. Citrus, on the other hand, became very fascinated with relentlessly pestering the stallion. Attempting to yank the golden strands of hair out of his white coat. Additionally, while he slept, he licked his cheeks. However, Midas took a liking to the odd child and made him an "honorary cleaner," accompanying him on his patrol around the house. Citrus responded with nothing but nonsense, like the child he was.

Legacy was quite apprehensive about interacting with his new neighbors; ,the looks they gave him were odd, and he could tell the smiles were strained. Every time someone attempted to interact with Legacy, he would freeze, sputter like a fish out of water, and then run back inside. Fair Weather, however, set about organizing their wedding and was committed to creating an extravagantly lavish affair. After giving Citrus some flowers to see how he liked them, he peered at his father before puking all over the ensemble. He grabbed the child by the scruff, swung him out of the puke puddle, and called for Midas. In response to the mayhem he had started, Citrus simply grinned and gurgled.

Hauling the child to a warm bath, Fair Weather had begun scrubbing absentmindedly at his multicolored hair. Even though he adored his little child, Fair Weather still had many doubts about his parenting skills. The fact that his child would vomit milk and poop all over the place was something he was still getting used to. Were these not childish things, alas? Citrus was given a sincere kiss on the head by Fair Weather.

Legacy had found himself in a stuffy dress shop because Fair Weather demanded perfection and nothing less. They were being fitted for wedding clothing, Fair Weather was practically beaming. He had never walked this far into town before, so Legacy was a little uneasy. Making an effort to avoid children's prying eyes, he had hidden behind his bride-to-be. The owner of the boutique at the moment was Operetta, a tall, lean mare who measured Legacy while yelling at him to stand still. Legacy would not have cared if Fair Weather's mother had not been standing in the store's corner. Because she was a bit too big to fit inside, she had to bend over to avoid bumping into the ceiling lamp. She glared at him and then turned to face her son, telling him that his wedding dress would be perfect. Legacy sagged, and Operetta smacked him with the measuring tape. Oh, he had a long day ahead of him; after this, there would be flower shopping, catering, and designing their wedding invitations. He sighed.