Preggity

Some sort of Epilogue:

Six months pass in a blur. Outside winter has come and gone and the warm spring rain pours. Once again you’re all seated in the living room. On the sofa next to you your rapidly thickening wife sips at her soda. On the floor Twilight reads on the floor with your daughter, reading her a storybook about rabbits and gardens and protecting them from dragons. Unique laughs and claps whenever the brave swordsrabbit shows up and taunts the dragon, each instance given a special voice by Twilight. You rise as somepony knocks on the door, and you know it’s Dash. It’s been a while since she crashed in through your window. You rise and open it for her.

“Hey dude.”

Hey.

Her voice drops to a whisper.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

Outside? In the rain?

“It’s uhhh...”

Dash cranes her neck and spies Twilight on the rug.

“It’s important. Private.”

You nod and step out, closing the door behind you.

“Hey. Remember that ring I asked you about? For that somepony we talked about?”

You search your memory. Months ago, yes?

“Yeah, uhhh... Can I put in a commission?”

Commission? It’ll be free of charge. You laugh and hug her, and wish her luck.

“Luck with what?”

You turn about to face Rarity, who stands in the doorway looking warily up at the rainy day.

“Can’t you come out from the rain? You know I detest it.”

You shake your head and motion for her to step out to you. She’s been getting better the past few months. She even took Unique out to play in it a couple of times. Twilight fills the doorway now too, foal riding atop her back.

“What’s everypony doing outside?”

“Just being absolute fools, honestly. Won’t you come in?”

Rarity takes another step out and you scoop her into your arms and lift her up. She’s not quite heavy enough yet, and you kiss her as the rain soaks and mats her mane to her head. Unique hops off Twilight’s back and hurries over to both of you, and Dash lifts her easily onto your shoulders.

“You’ll drop her from up there, be careful!”

You laugh and look up at the pouring sky. You tell her you love the rain now. You didn’t always like it, but you like it now.

“I know. You love it because she loves it. She loves playing in the puddles.”

You grin and nod.

“Do you like playing in the puddles, Unique?”

Unique squeals happily as you laugh again, and Rarity snuggles into you and smiles.

“Then perhaps the rain isn’t so bad. Perhaps it just matters who you’re standing in it with.”