Falling Feathers
Chapter 45: 1950's (not a chapter, just a little side bit for laughs)
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=Rarity=
"Honey! I'm home!" I called into the house as I entered the door. I was wearing a suit with a tie loosely tied around my neck, and as I burst through the door, a divine smell caressed my senses, causing me to take a deep breath of it and hold it in.
"How was work dear?" Griffin asked as he turned from the stove, an apron tied to him to protect him from splatters as he prepared dinner. He slid five plates into place at the table, the heavenly aroma of kale, potatoes, carrots and beans filling the air.
"Oh, terrible. Hoity Toity came by and simply demanded a whole new fashion line by the end of the week. I've been so stressed trying to come up with ideas I haven't been able to get anything done at the boutique."
"Well then..." Griffin smirked mischievously as he hooked a talon around my loose work tie, and loosened it a bit more. "... maybe after dinner I can help you relax, clear your head a bit." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Mommy!!!!" A pair of little foals ran into the room, a boy and a girl, both unicorns, and used Griffin's back as a springboard to leap at me and wrap me in a hug.
"Glimmer, Jewel, I trust you behaved today?"
"Ugh, hardly..." Sweetie Belle complained as she entered the room after them. "They wound up rearranging their whole room so the furniture was on the ceiling!"
I giggled lightly as I stared into the big feather head's eyes. "They definitely take after you."
He let out a hearty chuckle. "As least they got your looks. We have the most beautiful children in the world." He leaned in, and took me in a deep kiss, making me melt into his arms...
"Uwhahahaha!!!!" I shouted as I fell out of bed. Wrestling with the blankets that held me firm in their grasp, spitting a drool covered pillow out of my mouth as I thrashed about on the floor. "Huh? Wha? Just a dream... I... don't remember. I wonder what it could have been about?"
Next Chapter: Desolation (44) Estimated time remaining: 7 Hours, 58 MinutesAuthor's Notes:
Just a short, quick chapter for the luls. I think Rarity would definitely be the kind of person to dream about living in the suburb with the perfect lawn and coming home from work to a loving 'wife' who already had dinner made, and 2.5 kids, with the aunt or uncle who lives with them and takes care of the youngins so mommy and daddy can have some alone time.
"Dinner smells delicious! I can't wait to gobble it up."
"Better be careful, I might eat you up as well..." *Said lustfully*
Studio audience laughs as she boops him on the nose. "Oh you're so bad..." *Whispers* "Not in front of the kids... later..."