It's been 11 months already. My belly has gotten huge, but I can't feel anything yet. That's actually a good thing. I don't like the idea of having weird little aliens moving about in my stomach and ready to pounce out at any given moment with acid for blood. Every morning I wake up to feel that my stomach has gotten a little bit bigger. Of course, that's what I thought awhile ago. Now I feel these little things moving around in my stomach. I'm not sure if there is only one, but I know that it hurts when it kicks. Little bastard. Every day Twilight would bring me more tips while Cyclon would stress even more and more with what was happening to me. I...didn't...hate this...situation. Wow. That was harder to say then I thought. I know my grandfather was watching me and looking over...us...but I couldn't help but feel that something else was watching us and laughing its heart out. Something not from this world. I may not be either, but seeing how I am, and how the situation is that I'm stuck here anyways, that wouldn't be too strange. I had received several gifts from everybody relating to the bebeh.

A bed, some toys, weird ass clothes made by Rarity despite her lack of any form of knowledge considering the existence of the child. Cyclon and Motel had made a little corner of our room big enough for the baby when he comes...I hope it's a he. I wouldn't be able to stand having a girl. It's hard enough being a mare, albeit a PREGNANT one, but having a filly? HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO RAISE ONE?! I only know how to be a guy, and god forbid that I'd ever act like a "Proper mare" as Rarity would put it. She had even been going so far as to say that I would feel more like a mare if I had a child and that I should embrace that part of me that is supposed to be my "true" part. Tcheah. Sure. Nope. Not falling for that shit. I'm already having trouble moving around and lying down with this immense stomach, and even Spike has made some jokes about my blimpness. Is there one thing I fear in all this? Maybe the birthing process. As I've heard before, a woman giving birth has as much pain as a man getting his testicles rolled on slowly ten times by a tank. Just getting kicked was bad enough. I'm not sure I'm ready for this.

So there I was, with Cyclon, Mrs Cake, Pinkie Pie, Twilight, and Spike in our living room. Spike was eating some cookies that Mrs Cake brought, while Pinkie Pie was talking with Cyclon. I was left with Twilight and the Cake member.

"So Silver, how are you feeling." Cake asked me while stirring a cup of tea she boiled here.

I grunt for a second as I feel another kick. I felt like Psycho Cyclon was in my belly.

"Okay, I guess. Having a huge belly limits movement and placement, and I have to go to the bathroom quite frequently."

"Ah yes, the bathroom. Just know that I had to deal with much worse. Having twins tripled that."

"So you lived on the toilet during your own time in this?"

"Haha. You're very funny. I suppose you have been getting the kicks increasingly?"

"Y-yes."

"Then the baby is going to come soon."

"Oh yeah. I heard it was a...ahem...forceful process." Twilight tried to lighten up her speech. I just looked at her blandly.

"You mean extremely painful so much that it could split the moon in half?"

"Eheheh." she laughed nervously and looked around everywhere.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. So Mrs Cake, how painful was it exactly?"

"I can't say that in front of everypony here."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"C'mon Mrs Cake!" Pïnkie insisted.

"No, Pinkie. I won't."

"Fine. Hey Spike, I challenge you to a cookie eating contest."

"You're on!"

So then, those two had actually challenged eachother to eating cookies. It's a good thing pastry worker here brought enough pastries for the competition.

"Okayyy...so besides that, have you been feeling anything lately?" Twilight asked.

"You mean besides the occasionnal false alarms that she's grown accustomed to?"

Haha. He's got you there.

"False alarms?" Twilight wondered.

"Ah yes. False alarms. It's when you have contractions but nothing happens. The water has to break first."

I shivered.

"Eww. I don't like the idea of me 'melting'."

"Heheh. Melting. That's...disturbing, Silver." Cyclon had a disgusted face.

"Oo! I just remembered! What are you going to call the baby?"

Both Cyclon and I widened our eyes in horror.

"We never thought of that!" I screamed.

"Well, we could call it 'Amber Jewel' if it's a filly and 'Cobalt Opal' if it's a colt."

I looked at him funnily.

" 'Amber Jewel'." I asked him.

I didn't notice it, but my stomach glew a very faint glow, but noone noticed.

"Well...you try and come up with something better."

"I think I can. How about-"

"Hey Twilight. How come the floor is wet?" Spike asked.

"Wet?!" the rest of us shouted simultaneously."

We both looked at the floor underneath me, and the others looked back at me.

"Uh-oh." I blandly said.

I suddenly felt pains emerging that I couldn't stop. The next thing you know, I'm in the hospital room in an awkward position with doctors and nurses around me while I was screaming because of the sheer pains I was feeling. God knows how horrible this was. Cyclon was right next to me trying to comfort me, but we all know how stupid he is. Meanwhile, in the waiting room outside, those that were with me were waiting impatiently.

"Oh. Did you have any problems Mrs Cake?" Twilight worried as she scampered back and forth while Spike and Pinkie Pie continued to play.

"No, deary. At best, she'll be in...erm...tremendous pains until the baby comes out. Trust me. It's a painful process, and it can take several hours."

"Hmmm. Several hours? Their story about her getting pregnant has made me think of the Giga Sparkle. I wonder if it isn't her doing. No matter how many times I think about it, it just seems impossible. She seemed so nice when she helped Cyclon and I within Silver's own mind. I'll have to talk to the princesses about that too."

"You okay Twilight?"

"Huh? Oh! Yes. I was just stuck in my thoughts.I doubt that she'll let the birth take that long."

"Hey, listen! I hear them talking on the other side of the door." Pinkie gestured to the others so that they could also "eavesdrop".

"...n't!"

"But-"

"I swear, if I had hands, I'd tear off your face and eat what's behind. This is your fault."

"Well, you could've prepared anyways. I mean, it's not like you weren't expecting it."

".........I'll kill you! Then I'll spill your innards for all this pain. We'll see how YOU like it!"

"Wow. Are they supposed to become like this during delivery, doctor?"

"*sigh* Yes. They say anything to get rid of their rage."

Everyone outside the room looked at Mrs Cake, who looked back and asked:

"What?"

"I'm being serious! I'll kill you Cyclon!"

"They say that too."

Outside, they were leaning against the wall instinctively now. They knew Silver was very angry and indirectly violent, but this was new. However, there was ONE thing that changed all that. The cry of an infant.

(Silver narration transition)

Oh god. That was terrible! I NEVER want to deal with that again. It felt like at ruck going through me and then backing-up. The horror! I started to cry halfway through. Yes. I CRIED! I was in a mess, my coat and mane going in all directions just like those of Cyclon's. I was only soothed by the crying of something small. I...I can't explain it. The nurse went towards me with something wrapped in a white towel, as she stretched it towards me, the doctor said:

"You should be proud of yourself. I know it was hard, but it was certainly worth it. It's a-"

-CLIFFHANGER! U mad? Also, short chapter. Y u so mad?