Throw Away

"How about... Thor?"

Rainbow Dash gave her wife the most deadpan look she could muster.

"We are not naming our firstborn son Thor, Pinkie. He'd be the laughing stock of the century."

"What about our secondborn son?" there was a teasing glint in Pinkie's eyes, and Dash chose to roll her eyes instead of responding about how their supposed secondborn son would still be the laughing stock of the century with a name like Thor.

"Where did you even come up with that one?" Dash mused out loud, rolling her eyes again.

"Saw it in a book once." Pinkie shrugged. She absentmindedly stroked her belly, thinking of a name.

"Lets make it weather related. He's going to be a pegasus, after all." Dash suggested.

Pinkie nodded. Underneith her hoof she felt a small flutter and laughed lightly.

"I think he approves." she informed Dash.

"And lets make it cool, too. I want my son to be as cool as me."

It was Pinkie's turn to give the deadpan look, but she said nothing further.  They sat in silance for a while before Dash spoke up again.

"Altitude?"

"No. Avalanche?"

"Hay no, more of a filly name. Had a friend back in flight school named that. Um, Blizzard?"

Pinkie thought for a moment, soudlessly mouthing the name. "That might work." is all she said after a while.

"Okay than. Let go to sleep now."

"Wait!" Pinkie shouted. Dash groaned.

"What?"

"What about the middle name?"

Dash sighed, exasperated. "Pinks, he's not going to be here for months. We'll have plenty of time to think of a middle name."

"And how do you know I won't give birth tonight, huh? From the way he's been kicking up a storm tells me he's either extremely restless or very impatient. Who says he won't just decide to pop out now? He is your child, you know."

"And yours." Dash reminded her with a grin, thrilled at this beautiful fact. She put a blue hoof on a swollen pink belly, marveling at the very real reality that a foal, their foal, was growing inside of it right at that moment.

"Exactly!" Pinkie exclaimed, but Dash wasn't paying attention any more. In her mind's eye, she saw birthdays and flight lessons and trips to the park and first days of school. And last days of school and weddings and, dare she think it, grandfoals.   Crushes and first kisses and heartbreaks. Special talent, worn on his flank forever in the form of a cutie mark. She wondered what exactly that cutie mark would be, she wondered what he would be. Would he love flying as much as she did? Celestia she sure hoped so. But if he didnt, would she be okay with that?

Yes. Yes, she would be just fine if her son, or any of her other children, didnt grow up to be amazing flyers. They didnt need to build legacies to impress her. She would love them anyway. She already loved him, she was already over the moon for him, and he wasnt even here yet.

"Dashie?" Pinkie was calling her back to reality, back to the present, where birthdays and flying lessons and trips to the park and first days of school hadn't happened yet, but would.

"I can't wait to meet him." Dash blurted. Pinkie laughed, a delicate stream, and smiled at her as bright as a flash of lightning in the dark. Celestia, she hoped he would have her smile. She hoped all of their kids had her smile. She would be a happy mare forever, surrounded by that lightning smile.

Lightning.

"Lightning. Pinkie, Lightning." Dash gasped. Pinkie looked confused for a moment before her eyes lit up and she flashed that same smile, only this time bigger, brighter.

"Lightning Dash." she said feeling the words on her tongue. "Lightning Dash. Lightning...?"

"Tempest?"

Kicking up a storm.

"Lightning Tempest Dash." there was a brief pause as the words hung between them.

"Oh!" Pinkie gasped, feeling her belly. "Wow, he... really likes it."

Dash placed her hoof next to her wife's and felt at once a wild fluttering sensation underneith the skin.   "I have a feeling he's going to be a hoof full." she sighed.

Pinkie laughed her customary, crazy laugh. "He has us as parents, Dashie. He's going to be more than a hoof full. My little Lightning."