Aria bashed her shoulder against the door for the sixth time, to no avail. The only reason she refrained from trying to kick it down was the boot on her still-injured leg. Sonata sat in the corner, her head resting in her lap tiredly. She had found herself in a lot of tricky positions over the years, but none quite like this.

Aria and Sonata had been locked in this public restroom for just under fifteen minutes by this point. They had no idea when someone would come looking for them, and it was entirely possible that they would be spending the night there. Suffice it to say, Aria was not very fond of that idea.

“We should try to call Dagi,” said Sonata.

“We are in a concrete box,” groaned Aria. “We won’t get any bars.” Sonata pouted her lip, eliciting another groan from her wife. Aria pulled her phone from her pocket and slid it over to Sonata. “Go hog wild, babe.”

“Thanks, babe,” said Sonata. She unlocked Aria’s phone and went to dial Adagio’s number when she realized that Aria was right; No reception to be had. “Well, crap.”

“Ugh! Date night can end a lot of ways, but locked in a dirty bathroom all night?” Aria snorted. “This is not supposed to happen! We should be in bed, or making out on the couch, or drinking wine coolers while Adagio yells at us for waking her up!”

“Hey, the only reason we got locked in here was cause you fell asleep,” said Sonata. Aria glared at her.

“And maybe, just maybe, I would’ve been able to stay up if you didn’t take twenty-five minutes to take a leak!” snapped Aria. “Not to mention that I shouldn’t even have to be here! I like to think that I married a grown woman, and not a six year old who needs me to hold her skirt for her when she goes to the bathroom!”

Sonata did not actually ask Aria to hold her skirt this time, though there was one time at Oktoberfest when Sonata consumed a large amount of beer and had Aria hold her skirt and panties while she ran to the bathroom (to avoid any accidents). That was years ago, but Sonata still found that she had to defend herself quite often for it.

“I can’t go if I’m all alone, and you know that, Aria!” whined Sonata. Aria tried really hard not to laugh, but found the absurdity of the statement, coupled with how dead serious Sonata was, to be too much to handle.

“Guess that’s what we get for going to a fricking Linkin Park concert,” snickered Aria, sliding down onto her butt. “Honestly, I thought I was beyond that phase by this point.”

“Heheh. It was nice to hear them again, though. You used to listen to Linkin Park a lot,” recalled Sonata fondly. “Back before we moved to Canterlot. You always had those big headphones on, just blaring ‘In the End’, at least twice a day!” Aria chuckled almost uncomfortably. She had to admit that she was a little bit emo back in the day, to an almost embarrassing degree.

“Yeah, I remember that. That was way back when Dag was trying that massive pompadour!” Aria laughed just thinking about it. “Geez, she’d kill me if I ever told Emo-Freak about that.”

“Those were the days,” sighed Sonata wistfully. Then, she thought about it a bit. “Uh… besides the brainwashing and loneliness. That kinda sucked.”

“I guess. Sometimes, though, I kinda miss it,” said Aria. “I mean, it was no way to live, but the power was incredible. Doing whatever we wanted, getting anything we wanted.”

“The best high ever,” agreed Sonata. “Still… I’m glad we got clean. It wasn’t good for us.”

“Negative energy. She was like my hot, crazy girlfriend from college.” Aria snickered darkly. “When I was with her, she’s ruining my life without me even noticing. As soon as I break up, though…”

“You realize that she wasn’t doing you any favors. But you can’t stop thinking about her for some reason.”

“Yeah. Delicious poison.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a song called Delicious Poison,” said Sonata. She thought on it. “Yeah! That’s a Japanese jazz song or something!”

“You listen to Japanese jazz?”

“I listen to everything, but I was hanging out with Rainbow a couple of days ago and she wanted me to sing some anime theme song or something. I dunno, but it was fun.” Sonata beamed just thinking about it. “After that, I kinda got into all sorts of Japanese music. Japanese is such a cute language. I was thinking about learning.”

“I think Dag knows some. You should ask her.”

Sonata sighed, wishing more than anything that she could get in touch with Adagio. She really didn’t want to stay in this restroom all night. Although, if she were to be honest, it wasn’t all that bad. As far as trap scenarios went, this one was actually quite good. At least she was with Aria.

“We need to start saving up for a trip,” said Sonata. “We don’t travel like we used to, and I really miss it.” Aria nodded in agreement.

“I still think we should head up to Spain. I learned a lot about myself there,” said Aria. “I think that’s when I realized I was into chicks.”

“I always knew. Well, not always.” Sonata tried to count the years. “Since… I guess I knew ever since I met you what I liked.”

“Is that when you decided you had a thing for me?”

“First of all, nobody decides to have a thing for someone.” Sonata smiled brightly. “Second of all, yes.”

“Geez, I still don’t know when you stopped being annoying to me,” said Aria, shaking her head. “Actually, no, you never did stop annoying me. You just became irritating for a different reason. Instead of the dumb things to come out of your mouth, I was irked because they made me laugh.”

“Even in love, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met,” giggled Sonata. “You were standing in the way of your own true love.”

“I just didn’t believe in true love. I never really thought it existed. Even if it did, I knew I’d never have it. Shows what I know, huh?”

Sonata knew what Aria meant, particularly that second part. All her life, she imagined a romance like in movies, with a perfect guy and a perfect girl and sweet gestures and tears shed whenever they were apart. But her fantasies never took time to consider her, instead focusing on the general subject of love. Sonata loved love, but didn’t expect to find it.

Then, she met Aria, and everything she knew flipped on its head.

“I’ve never said it, because even I think it’s really cheesy,” said Sonata. “But I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on you.” Aria agreed that that was cheesy, but decided not to say that.

“I’m not as in touch with my feelings as you are, so it took me a little longer,” said Aria. “Well, a lot longer. I think it was… I think it was when we got banished here. You were so sad, and I just wanted to go back and kick Starswirl’s butt. I thought it was because I was upset, but no. It was because he hurt you.”

Sonata smiled warmly. That was one of the darkest moments of her life. One of the few times when she thought that things might not work out well for them. She’d only known the others for a couple of years, which was equivalent to a few weeks to the Sirens. She feared Aria, despite wanting to befriend her, and she doubted Adagio’s leadership. There was very little trust amongst them, and their relationship was brittle as a result.

“We’ve grown so much,” whispered Sonata. Aria shimmied over to Sonata’s side and wrapped her arm around her.

“Yeah. I’m not a fan of change, but being with you is pretty awesome,” said Aria. She ran her hand down Sonata’s ponytail, falling back into the habit.

“You remember a couple of weeks ago, at the lodge?” asked Sonata. “About the moon?”

“Of course. What about it?”

“I think it’s time for us to go on to the next phase.”

Aria was about to ask what exactly Sonata meant by that, but was interrupted by loud, aggressive, incessant knocking. Then, she heard a voice that was both familiar and infuriating, so much so that Aria wondered what terrible thing she had done to deserve it.

“Come on! Trixie saw you two enter, and she has given you more than enough time to suck face!” said Trixie, rapping on the door again. “Open up, Trixie really needs to pee!”

“How do you keep finding me?!” demanded Aria. She got up and limped over to the door. “Stop following me! It’s like every time I’m in some kind of trouble, you just happen to be there!”

“Jezebel?! Trixie thought you were Starlight Glimmer! Get out! Trixie has been holding it the whole concert!”

“The door is stuck, moron!” Sonata tried not to giggle, but watching Aria yell at someone through a bathroom door was pretty funny. When that someone is an egocentric, megalomaniac magician, it was made doubly hilarious.

“Of course it is! That makes sense,” said Trixie. It was clear from her tone that she was bouncing uncomfortably in her attempt to make a smart remark and not pee on herself. “Jezebel Blaze and Slow-nata Dusk are probably the only ones Trixie knows dumb enough to lock themselves in the bathroom!” Aria growled almost animalistically, slamming her fist against the door.

“If you call her Slow-nata one more time, I’m gonna ruin you!” she snapped. “They’ll have to make up new words for what I’m going to do to you, and that’s nothing compared to what’ll happen if I hear you say the word ‘Jezebel’ again! Now get us the heck out of this bathroom!”

Trixie pushed the door open with one hand and stepped in. Aria glared at her wife, then slapped her forehead in disbelief.

“Ta-da! Once again, Trixie’s magnificently powerful magic saves the day!” declared Trixie. “No need to thank her, you’re quite welcome! All Trixie asks of you is that, when you tell the story of your horrific entrapment, be sure to include that you were saved by the Spectacular, Sensational, Incredible, Great and Powerful Trixie!”

“We’ll be sure to tell them all about how Trixie saved us,” promised Sonata, rising from her seat.

“No, Slow-nata Dusk, you misunderstood her! The whole name, you have to say the whole name! Even and especially the ‘Spectacular, Sensational’ parts!”

“I swear to God, I will punch the ‘Spectacular, Sensational, Incredible, Great and Powerful Trixie’ in her freaking kidneys,” grumbled Aria. “Come on, babe, let’s head home.”

“That’s it? No heartfelt thanks?” asked Trixie. “Not even a congratulations for Trixie’s amazing talent? That simply will not do, Jezebel, it simply won’t! Trixie demands that you-” She might have gotten more out, if Aria didn’t decide to take that time to rocket a jab directly into Trixie’s side. The magician fell to the ground, clutching herself in agony and going on about a cracked rib.

“Let’s go,” said Aria, with an air of finality. She hooked arms with Sonata and escorted her from the bathroom, all while Trixie whined on the floor.

“Trixie doesn’t have to pee so much anymore,” she groaned.

Aria and Sonata walked down the street, arm and arm, their home just a few short blocks away. Aria felt sort of bad about hitting Trixie, but also didn’t really mind it. That girl had been a constant pain in her neck ever since she started dating Sonata, periodically showing up to ruin the moment or bail her out of trouble. Aria wasn’t sure which was more annoying.

As they walked, Aria recalled something that Sonata said in the bathroom, something she was extremely curious about.

“Babe?” said Aria. “Earlier, you were talking about moving on to our next phase.”

“Uh-huh.” Sonata nodded in agreement.

“Well, what the heck does that mean?” asked Aria. Sonata took her sweet time answering, spending almost a full minute before responding.

“We were talking about the past, and how we came together, but we never spent much time talking about the future,” said Sonata. “Like back then, when we didn’t bother to think about what came next. Well, now I think I know what comes next.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Aria, I want to have a baby.”

Aria blinked three times in rapid succession, before bursting out in hysterical laughter. Sonata stared at her with a bit of concern, but the laughs never stopped.

“Babe, I’m serious,” said Sonata. “I’ve never been more serious about something in my entire life.”

“I know you’re serious!” cackled Aria. “I just can’t stop laughing! You! You wanna have a baby!”

“Are you okay with that?”

“No! I’m terrified!” laughed Aria. “But screw it! Let’s have a kid!”

Aria laughed a bit more, and then promptly crumpled under her own weight. Sonata squeaked in fear, then quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Adagio’s number. Sonata smiled with a grim sort of satisfaction.

It would be a lot of work, but she thought for sure that they could be great parents.