Maybes are...

Chapter 3 – No news is better than...

You didn't realize it but you have started to doze off as you still sit in the uncomfortable seat. But your light slumber is brought to an end at the sound of the hooves coming from your right.

"Ms. Sparkles, the doctor ask me to get you."

You and Twilight bring your exhausted and worried hears up to the soft feminine voice. You look over the pink mare, her hair is a striped purple and white and her face has white freckles on it. Her face brings a sense of calmness over you as she smiles and hoof down the hallway, "...seventh door on the left."

Twilight's voice is low and tired as she stares down the hallway with a worn out expression, "Seventh room?"

The pink pony nods her head, "Yep."

Twilight slowly moves from the seat as she gets up.

You get up next to her.

The nurse walks towards the desk as you and Twilight wall down the hall.

Twilight's head hangs down as you both make the slow walk down the short hallway. You're just as worried as her but you try to not show it, hoping that this will help lift her spirit.

As you both near the door you pause. Twilight looks to you before she pushes against the door.

You both focus on the caramel stallion whose head is hung over some papers on a nearby counter. You look around the room for a second as it looks different than the other one you have been to.

Stable looks up with a straight face, "Twilight could you sit on the bed for me." He gives a smile as he waits for her to do what he asks. You instinctively take one of the seats near the wall as you anxiously and vigorously wait to hear him speak again.

Twilight stares at the stallion with almost no shift in emotion, you have to look away from her tired and worried face to stop your throat from choking up, in case you need to talk.

Stable clears his thought as he straightens up a little, "Twilight, after looking over the test I can only come to one conclusion."

You hold yourself from screaming at him as he takes a pause, come on!

"...Twilight I’m sorry."

Your eyes start to tear up as the words freeze the world around you.

"...But the only way to know for sure is to put you into an early labor."

Your mind stops at the words, "W-what does that mean?"

Twilight has had her hooves up to her face ever since he said sorry, but her eyes are now wide as she stammers on the thought.

You don't know whether to feel happy, sad, nervous or if you should be on the ground crying...you kind of feel every emotion at once but one thought runs through your head and mouth as you look over the lavender mare shaking in fright on the bed, "Why?"

Stable looks over Twilight as he answer, "Well, there seems to be some sort of magical barrier around the foal...and from what we know it can only be one of two things, the foal is in the last few stages of a unicorn birth..."

Twilight cuts him off as she talks in a low voice, "Or the foal is not longer there..." She holds her hooves together as she looks down at her protruding stomach.

Stable nods as he talks in a low but reassuring voice, "Yes, and a magic induced labor maybe the only thing to try."

Twilight looks up as she talks in the weak voice, "I-is it safe for the foal ?"

Your heart's beat increases as you realize that Twilight is actually going to this.

Stable searches the room as he answers, "If the foal's birth rate was increased we have to induce labor because your body might not realize what has happened in a timely manner."

Twilight again ask, "Is it safe for the foal ?" Her voice is shaky as she talks.

Stable pauses for a moment as he talks, "...If the test were wrong this would kill the foal..."

You stare at him with a fueled anger and confusion, "How can you not know?!"

He turns to you with an understanding low tone, "If the foal was spiked waiting for tomorrow may endanger the foal."

You blow off his comment as your thoughts fuel your mind and mouth, " Twilight is only at most eight months in, and that's counting the spike that you say happens! How do we know this is the on...-"

Twilight calls your name in a low voice and you stop talking as you turn back to her, still a little jumpy from your outburst, "We have to just try..." Her eyes are watery and she shakes a little, you stare at her as you swallow back your emotions, "...ok..."

Stable waits a few moments for the tense room to settle before talking, "You will need to leave for this....any disturbance could alter the complicated spell."

Twilight has her head fixed on the ground as he finishes his statement.

You nod your head unable to take your eyes off Twilight as you think, why? Why is nothing just a simple fix?!

You slowly leave the room to the hallway, each step feels like a mile as you walk away from Twilight's bedside. Before you walk out you turn back to her with tears building in your eyes and a beaten and tired voice, "I love you..."

She stares at you as her eyes purple shade start to flutter, she whispers back to you as her voice cracks.

You finally feel yourself push past the threshold of the door as it closes behind you. As the wood clangs shut your breath a heavy hot breath of fear and regret as your trembling hooves carry you back to the waiting area.

You sit in your seat of solitude as you place your head in your hooves and feel yourself about to cry, you hold the tear back as you run your head, you try to steady your breathing as you stare at the ground. Your coat is damp from a worry sweat and your stomach is queasy, you bring your eyes back to the room, you watch as a yellow unicorn mare with a nurse hat walks into the room Twilight is in with what looks like a baby carriage.

Your breathing steadies a little as you watch the chart wheel into the room. When the door closes you bring your head back to the solid floor beneath your feet as you try to think positively...I’m going to be a dad...you feel the biggest smile come across your face as you this thought enters your head, but you feel it painfully leave as the realization of the moment kicks in with warm tear. You shake the thought as you look back to the room with a shaking anticipation. How long is a pony labor? You hold the thought as you bite at your hoof that rest on the edge of your mouth.

End of chapter 3