My Daughter
by Lilsane
First published
You love your daughter more then anything in the world. But does she feel the same?
When you two have nothing in common, it's always hard for someone to see you as someone to be admired, but that won't stop you from trying.
Chapter 1
You were always a timid mare. Not like Fluttershy of course, but you did resemble her in some ways. Quiet, listened to others more then talked, hid behind your mane when people were staring at you. You could also say that you were pretty anti-social around others like her, but it wasn’t because of being shy, it was because you were always afraid.
You lived in a small town called Ponyville. It was peaceful and always full of life each day. There always seemed to be some kind of event, planned or not, going on in the town. From the big things, such as the librarian’s dragon assistant growing big and attempting to claim everything for himself, to the smaller things, such as the Cutie Mark Crusaders attempting to get their cutie marks and bringing in the whole town in on their plans somehow.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders…
You thought to yourself of some of the adventures of theirs. You giggled to yourself remembering about the stories that were told of their great adventures. Of how each one seemed so fun, and yet sometimes dangerous at the same time. You did worry about the three little fillies from time to time.
After all…
“Mom? I’m home.”
One of them was your daughter.
The sound of the front door closing and the small intruder walked up to you.
She was your pride and joy. One of two ponies that you felt normal around, and safe with. You took a moment to look at her. Her purple mane, a lighter shade of purple that filled those beautiful eyes, the orange coat, and those wings.
Just like her father.
“Welcome back Scootaloo” you nuzzle against her cheek, it was how you usually welcomed her home after a day of crusading and out with her friends.
Scootaloo backed away from your nuzzling, embarrassed about it as always.
“Would you like some dinner? I made some daffodil sandwiches if you want any.” You questioned the filly, but your only reply was a tiny grumbling stomach that wanted to say yes itself.
Giggling, you grab the plate with a couple of sandwiches and place them in front of your daughter. Watching her take one and place it into her mouth. You smile as you watch her eat, you knew that she was always full of energy, and that usually came at the price of being hungry when she got home.
“So, did you have fun at school today?”
Taking one more bite before answering. “It was really fun. We got to draw who our role model was and stuff! Applebloom drew her sister and big brother! She wants to be just like them when she gets older. And Sweetie Belle drew her sister, still wanting to say how she wanted to be lady-like just like her as well!”
You give a small smile to her while listening; she always seemed to perk up when talking about her friends and their adventures.
“And what about you, what did you draw?” you asked, but you already knew the answer.
Scootaloo reached into her small school bag and pulled out a drawing. The drawing showed of a cyan pony with the rainbow mane and tail. It looked like she used glitter to color in the mane and tale, making it sparkle in the light.
“It looks amazing, Scootaloo. Is it that one Pegasus you keep talking about? Rainbow Dashie?”
“It’s Dash, mom” she spoke with annoyance in her voice.
You nodded at her, making a note in your mind once again that it was Dash and not Dashie. Of course, you would probably forget, again.
You always heard from Scootaloo about how awesome and cool Rainbow Dash was. All the stunts she pulled, the Sonic Rainboom, and apparently even a Sonic Rainbomb she once told you about when she watched from afar as Dash was breaking apart a barn.
Guess that is something you and your daughter had in common, you could watch things and people without being noticed when you didn’t want to be.
You listened to her talk for a few more minutes before noticing it was getting late. So you begin to nudge her to the bathroom. Starting a bath for her as she brushed her teeth, once the bathtub was filled, the small pony got in and began splashing around happily.
As she took her bath you pulled out one of the most fluffiest towels you could find. You knew how much she loved the fluffy ones, you had to agree with them being so soft and comfy. You always did like soft things, being from objects to the fluffiest creatures you found and rubbed against every once in awhile, which sometimes ended up with mistaking something pointy with something being fluffy, as the porcupine taught you that one time.
Once she was out of the bathtub and dried off, you tucked her into her bed. Her room contained many posters of the Wonderbolts and Raindbow Dashie.
Oops, I did it again, oh well. At least it was in my mind.
You leaned down and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. Watching her yawn as her sleepy eyes begin to close.
“Night sweetie, I love you.”
“Night, mom.”
You gently and quietly close the door. Walking down the hallway into your own room, you begin to enter your bed and snuggle up to a pillow. You always felt like you needed to hold something to feel safe when you slept, this made you wonder when the one you called your husband would come home. He was always away on business trips after all, but you knew when he got home you and Scootaloo would always be the first he greeted and hugged tightly.
Your mind goes into events of watching the two, your husband always showing some basics of how to fly. Watching her try her best to flap those tiny wings as hard as she could to only hover above the ground. You giggled at such happy memories. She seemed to so much enjoy being around her father and Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash…
Letting out a small sigh of disappointment, you didn’t want her to know, but it did upset you a little that she didn’t see you as one of her role models. But you did understand why. Rainbow Dash was the complete opposite of you. Full of energy, the risk taker, and seemed amazing in every way.
After all...
She’s was an adventurous pegasus, while you were just a boring down to earth pony.
Chapter 2
You always enjoyed starting out the day by running your errands as early as possible. During the weekends it seemed the best time to go out for shopping, since not that many would be awake at this time. As nervous and scared you seemed to be around a crowd, you seemed to have become comfortable enough around the towns ponies.
“Mornin’ Miss”
Well, as long as you were able to keep to yourself. With a quick jump from being startled you turn to see who was talking to you. One of the workers at the store you usually went to.
“Oh, umm… morning.”
You didn’t really make eye contact with the stallion, but more to the hair you hid behind.
The stallion stood there with a smile on his face as he began asking if you needed help finding anything. With a nod of your head he makes his leave to help other customers.
You quickly make haste with the usual items you got for the week. Grabbing small snacks and ingredients for tonight’s dinner you were making. Tonight was going to be a special night so you wanted to make something fancy.
As you finish gathering the ingredients you notice the small section of books.
“Scootaloo did say she was interested in some series called Daring Do.”
You decided you might as well check out their books before leaving. You were happy that there was something that Scootaloo would read rather then comics every now and then. You wondered what got her into reading the novels but decided not to question it much. It was adorable the way she would just sit there for hours with her nose in the book.
You begin looking at the books trying to find one of the Daring Do books that you know she hasn’t read yet. “Oh here you are.” You grab one of the books and read the title out loud. You believe she hasn’t read this one yet, and it was the last one. What luck!
As you put the book into your basket a multi-colored streak passes you.
“Where is it, where is it?!”
The panicked mare seems to be looking for a specific type of book. As she begins to look behind other books to make sure that it wasn’t misplaced or someone hid to buy later, you realize who this mare was.
“Argh! It’s not here, I knew I shouldn’t have overslept!”
The now frustrated mare laid on the floor, which probably wasn’t the cleanest floor you’ve seen. She rolled on her back and sighed in defeat. That’s when she noticed you, well not you, but the book in your basket.
“Oh my gosh you have the book can I please have it please please please?!”
She quickly moves closer and closer to you as you begin to back up in panic.
“Umm, I don’t-”
She really wanted the book badly, now she was in your face with a sparkle in her eyes and a big grin on her face.
“I’ll do anything just to be able to read it!”
You were about to give in and just give it to her, but an idea comes to mind.
“Anything, Miss Dashie?”
Stopping in her tracks she backs away from you wide eyed with surprise. Only a few called her Dashie and she was sure that she didn’t know you.
“Do…do I know you?”
With a nod of your head you begin to explain that your Scootaloo’s mother and how she goes on about her and how cool she is. Also getting mad at you when you call her Dashie.
“Oh so you’re the little squirt’s mother. I was curious what her parents looked like.” She seemed to have calmed down, almost forgetting about the book. “So about this deal for the book?”
Well, almost.
You give a small chuckle, only now realizing why Scootaloo began reading.
“Well, I was actually hoping that since she always tells me that you’re the best flyer out there. That if you would…”
***
A tiny yawn can be heard with barely audible sound coming from the young filly who just seem to have woken up from. Feeling still groggy, she rolls herself out of her bed and onto her legs, stretching each one.
She went through her usual morning routine, showering, combing her hair, brushing her teeth. Then it was off to the kitchen to have some breakfast her mom usually made, which was usually way more then she could eat. As she approached closer she could smell eggs, which was probably with toast and some orange juice, possibly pancakes too.
As she entered the kitchen the smell became stronger, she smelled syrup for the pancakes too. She approached the table and sat in her usual spot, not really paying attention to her surroundings except for the food that was placed in front of her. She began eating really looking at nothing, she was more focused on what she was going to do on the weekend, she really didn’t have anything planned.
“I wonder how long it will take her to notice.”
“…huh?”
“Oh I’m sure once she’s done eating she will notice. She’s usually in zombie mode until she’s gotten something in her stomach.”
“Wait, that first voice sounded like…!”
She shot her head up to look at the other side of the table. As her eyes widen from shock and disbelief. She practically fell from her chair, almost taking her food with her. She quickly got back up and looked. Many emotions filled her, mainly excitement and confusion.
On the other side of the table was you and Rainbow Dash, side by side, with the biggest grins on your faces. “Seems the squirt finally noticed I was here.” She began to giggle along with you as this was probably the most fun you had teasing your daughter in a while.
“Ra-Rainbow Dash?! What are you doing here? How…?!” so many questions popped into Scootaloo’s mind she felt like her head was about to explode.
“Well for starters, aren’t you curious as why I’m at your house so early?” Rainbow Dash grinned as she began looking at you.
Scootaloo began to look at you as she started seeing a blush form on your face. “Oh my Dashie, you shouldn’t tell her that!”
You heard an audible pop and could see that smoke was coming out of Scootaloo’s ears. She seems to understand what you two where going on about. You finally go up to Scootaloo and give her a hug. “Mommy is just kidding.”
Releasing Scootaloo from your hug you notice a blush on her face, guess the thought still hasn’t passed yet for her. Shaking her head she looks at you then Rainbow Dash. “This is so awesome! What are you doing here? How do you know my mom? How-” Rainbow Dash put a hoof up to her mouth and began explaining the events that morning. “- and she said I could borrow the book until another copy came, but on one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
Rainbow Dash grinned as she extended her wings and gave them a couple stretches.
“To give you some flying lessons, Squirt.”
Chapter 3
She was finally flying, it was a dream come true for her. Her wings rivaled those of royalty, she even wanted to admit that they were probably bigger then theirs. Soaring in the sky majestically and with such skill. With her eyes closed she pictured herself flying with the one she truly admired along side with her father. With the three of them flying together, she felt like this was the happiest moment of her life. Everything was perfect, she couldn't wish for anything else in Equestria. This is what it felt like.
To have the perfect family.
***
“You sure she’s okay?”
Rainbow was looking at with a slight concern as you laid Scootaloo on the couch. It seemed when she was told that R.D. was going to give her a few lessons in flying that she passed out from excitement.
Placing a blanket over Scootaloo, you give a small peck on the forehead as she gives a small smile in her sleep. You wonder for a moment of what she’s dreaming of, but you turn to back to Rainbow Dash and give a smile at her.
“She’ll be fine, I think it was just too much happening at once for her to process.”
Rainbow Dash gives a sigh of relief as, slightly chuckling to herself. “I don’t think I could ever be a parent.”
“Oh?” being surprised but what you just heard. You became curious. “Why do you think you wouldn’t be a good parent?”
Rainbow Dash motions you to follow her back in the kitchen. You follow figuring that it would be best to have this conversation away from Scootaloo, in case she woke up.
Sitting down across from her, she lets out a heavy sigh and makes eye contact with you. “I hate to admit it, but honestly, I don’t think I’m just ready for one. I mean, I haven’t found the right pony for me, plus there is my dream of becoming a Wonderbolt.”
You remember Scootaloo telling about that. You probably could suggest- no that would probably raise questions that you wouldn’t want to answer.
“That’s not so bad; I thought it was something-”
“I’m also scared.” Rainbow blurted it out so quickly you could have sworn that was just one word she said.
Blinking a few times, you process what she just said. Scootaloo always told you Rainbow Dash was anything but scared.
“Why, umm… why do you feel scared?”
“You told me at the store that Scootaloo talks about me. So you know, all in all, I constantly show off. And that’s what scares me.”
You could see tears rolling down her cheeks, covering her eyes with her hooves.
“What- what if I show boat and my foal gets hurt? What if I embarrass him, or her, in public? What if I’m a terrible mother and my foal hates me?”
You could hear her sniffling. You let out a sympathetic sigh as you get out of your chair and walk up to her. Your motherly instincts kick in as you wrap your fore hooves around her and gently rock her back and forth.
“It’s okay.” You tell her calmly. “Every mother worries about things like. And it’s great that you think that, because that makes me believe that you will be a terrific mother.”
“H-how does that make me into a terrific mother?”
You smile to yourself as you continue to slightly rock her back and forth. “Because it means you’ll love your child. You’ll want to protect him or her from danger. And because you ask yourself those types of questions, you’ll be able to watch out and be careful to not make those kinds of mistakes.”
After a few minutes of silence, you can feel her calm down and begin to relax. You let go of her and give her a motherly smile as she thanks you.
You sit back down across from her, happy that you were able to help her.
“I’m sorry that you had to see that. I don’t know why I found it easier to tell to someone I just met rather then my friends that I’ve known for years.”
“It’s alright, Dashie. Sometimes it’s easier to tell a stranger rather than someone you know. Or it might be because I myself had those kinds of fears as well, and sometimes I still do.”
Rainbow Dash gives you a slightly confused glance at that last statement.
“What do you mean you still do?”
“It may not look like it from the way I’ve been acting around you. But I am pretty scared of most ponies, so I tend to shy away from them out of fear.” You began looking down at the table and at the drink you poured for yourself earlier, staring as the water moved around in the glass.
“Then… why aren’t you scared of me?”
“I guess…” you begin to move your glass around to make the water swish around. “Because the way Scootaloo talks about you, she always has a smile on her face. She tells me some of the adventures you and your friends have from time to time.”
You stop moving the glass, gazing as the water still swishes back and forth in its cage. As if trying to break free.
“She tells me how she wants to always be just like you. How cool you are. How awesome you are. Wants to be everything you are.”
You give out a long sigh as you let go of the cup and look up at her again. “And I want to be like you too.”
***
“Hey squirt, time to wake up.”
Rainbow Dash gives a few pokes at Scootaloo. Only receiving a mumble and a five more minutes as a response.
“C’mon, didn’t you want me to give you a few pointers at flying?”
Scootaloo’s eyes shot wide open as she recognized the voice.
Quickly sitting upwards and almost hitting heads against Rainbow Dash, she stares widely as a grin begins to form on her face.
“It wasn’t a dream!” she says eagerly says as she wraps her hooves around Rainbow Dash.
After a few seconds she lets go of Rainbow Dash, hopping around her just like Pinkie Pie would.
Rainbow Dash puts a hoof out and places it on Scootaloo’s head as she passes by and keeps her in place. “Grab your things, your mom made some lunches and you’ll be spending the night at my place.”
Before Scootaloo could scream in excitement she felt Rainbow Dash’s hoof against her mouth, letting her know that it was probably best if she didn’t scream.
Blushing in embarrassment she grabs her toothbrush and places it in the bag with her lunch. Telling Rainbow Dash that was the only thing she really needed for the night.
Rainbow Dash smiles as they walk out of the apartment, carrying the extra lunch that you made for her as well.
Scootaloo locks up the apartment as she places the key back around her neck and catches up with Rainbow Dash.
“By the way Dash, what were you and mom doing while I was out?”
Looking away from Scootaloo, her cheeks reddened and began rubbing the back of her neck.
“Oh you know…stuff.”
Chapter 4
With Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo finally out of the apartment you decide it would be best to start preparing for the night. You begin with getting all the items you purchased earlier this morning, except for the book, surely you couldn’t cook that. Setting the ingredients on the counter, you begin reading the cook book you purchased at Sugar Corner bakery a couple months back. Luckily that you purchased straight from Mrs. Cake and not Pinkie Pie, who terrified you with her hyper ness.
You begin mixing together the ingredients into the large bowl, adding the apples and sugar into it near the end. Pouring the mixed ingredients into the pan, you decide to save some of the mix in case Scootaloo wanted to have some later.
“That should take about an hour” you proudly say to yourself as you place the pan into the already preheated oven. You had to admit it took you a few tries to perfect this but you wanted this dessert to be at its peak when it was done.
With an hour to spare you begin to clean up the mess you created in the kitchen, afterwards you pull out the nice tablecloth you kept for special occasions along with a candle.
“I wonder how Scootaloo is doing with her flight lessons.” You think to yourself.
***
Dash had to admit it. The Squirt was a quick learner.
She admired her teaching skills as she watched Scootaloo soaring through the air. They’ve only been practicing for a couple hours now and it seemed that Scootaloo already gotten a grip of the basics.
“That’s pretty impressive kid, did you have some previous practice before?”
Scootaloo landed next to her, almost crashing into her. Her eyes were gleaming with joy as she felt like she was being praised by her idol.
“My dad actually taught me how to glide in the air. Always told me that controlling your wings was a key in flight.”
“Well I do agree with controlling your wings is key” rubbing Scootaloo’s mane “but he probably should have taught you about taking off and landing. Really can’t fly without learning those first.”
Something pops into Rainbow Dash’s head, a thought that she should have probably asked earlier to the squirt’s mom.
“Say squirt, who is your dad anyways?”
Scootaloo slightly jumps under Rainbow’s hoof, causing her mane to get messed up a little. She looks down at the ground and begins drawing small circles in the dirt with her hoof.
“What should I tell her? I can’t tell her his name!”
Scootaloo tried her best to think of a answer before it got too awkward.
“Just. Some. Pony…”
She called herself stupid for not being able to come up with a better answer. She felt like she should have been more prepared for an answer, but nothing came to mind.
“Well, alright.” Rainbow decided to just leave it at that. It seemed like the kid didn’t want to talk about it, so she felt best just to ask her mom later about it.
“Let’s get a few more lessons in before we head to my place, sound cool squirt?”
Scootaloo nods happily as she listens to Rainbow explain the next few lessons to her. She was happy, she was being taught by her idol, which was in every way a pony she wanted to be.
***
With the kitchen clean, the table set and the dessert ready. You begin your process of waiting. Which was boring, but you were excited at the same time so you felt it was alright to be patient. You decided against making actual dinner since you knew the dessert would probably fill you up.
You look at the dim the lights and light the candle, watching it’s flame become the only source of light in the room.
“This will definitely be the year, I know it will!”
***
“Well, here we are squirt”
Dash pointed at her own house as she landed near the front door. She looked on her back that laid a very tired Pegasus. She had to admit that maybe she overworked the little one just a little, but it did show the determination the squirt had.
Scootaloo slowly got off Rainbow Dashes back, her legs have became wobbly against the cloud surface. She admired how much bigger the house looked like up close, she had to admit that it was a pretty big different then seeing it from the ground.
“It’s so cool!”
Rainbow smiled as she unlocked the door and began to enter, alongside with Scootaloo. She cringed at the sight that her house wasn’t the cleanest. Clothes, trash, dirty dishes, along with a couple of food pieces seemed to have covered the place.
“Sorry about this, let me clean up a little while you get ready for bed. Bathroom is on the left down the hall.”
Scootaloo nodded and headed down the hall, looking at the mess she passed. She had to admit this was pretty dirty compared to how she lived. But did have to admit that it must have been cool not having to clean up when you didn’t want to. She didn’t understand why her mom always cleaned up the house everyday; it wouldn’t have been bad to miss a day of cleaning every now and then.
Rainbow dash couldn’t have been more embarrassed. She completely forgot about her place being such a mess, she didn’t have time to do a perfect cleaning job but she was able to throw out all the trash and move all the dishes to the sink along with making a pile of clothes in the corner. She still felt terrible though, she should have known that she should clean up every now and then but felt it wasn’t really important compared to her practicing and…napping.
She knew work sometimes got in the way but she had to admit that being a weather pony wasn’t really hard for her. Since she was one of the fastest there was she usually got her job done within the first hour of work.
“I really need to get a maid or something so I can just leave it to them to clean up the mess.”
She pictured a maid cleaning her house in one of those French maid outfits. With the duster in her mouth as she wiped the dust off the shelves. She had to admit the maid uniform looked really cute on her. That flank of hers wasn’t half bad as well. She felt she could totally go for a mare like that. But something felt familiar about this maid of hers she was imagining. Like this wasn’t some made up mare, it was as if she knew this one. The maid turned to look at Dash and asked her if she needed anything else. Before she opened her mouth she realized just who she was picturing as the maid.
Scootaloo’s mother.
“Dash?”
Rainbow jumped in surprise nearly hitting the roof. She looked down to Scootaloo back and in pajamas. Flying back down next to her she saw the quizzical look Scootaloo had.
“Wha-what’s up squirt?”
“You alright, Dash? Your face seems to be red like an apple.”
Dash nodded her head furiously as she turned away and headed to the kitchen quickly.
“Do you want anything to eat? I got a cheese pizza that I can throw in the oven.”
She tried her best to avoid the weird looks Scootaloo was giving her. Pulling out the pizza and throwing it into the oven.
“Dammit why did I think about her like that? I mean sure she is pretty cute. Also cares about others and their problems from what I seen. She does kind of remind me of Fluttershy, except more scared to be around ponies.”
She decided to forget about it for and spend the rest of the night eating pizza and playing games with Scootaloo. She had to admit she had fun with the little squirt. She never really hung out with her like this, she always just let her follow her when she practiced and admire her when she performed some cool stunts.
As the night went by they were both getting a little tired and knew it was soon time to call it a night. She let Scootaloo take her bed while she took the couch, she had to admit that having a cloud for a couch was pretty comfy.
Dash stared at the wall, remembering Scootaloo’s mom in that maid outfit. As she closed her eyes she had one last thought.
She wondered if she had a shot with the squirt’s mom.
***
You watch the lit candle slowly melt as the time passes by. What felt like hours become reality once you see the candle burnt out on its own. You realize that it’s gotten dark and that you should probably just eat.
But you feel too weak to even move. Laying your head on the table you begin to wonder where the time went. You assumed the dessert was cold but you honestly don’t care anymore. You felt kind of numb.
Tears begin rolling down your eyes and staining the table cloth. You don’t know why you were crying, you did, but you felt like this should have been natural for you by now. But there you were, crying, again, just like for the past 3 years.
You knew that his job took him away from you. You knew that he was gone for long periods of time. You knew that he didn’t really get a say when he could have breaks from work.
But maybe, just one year, you hoped he would be here for once. Just like the old days.
“Happy… Anniversary” You mumble to yourself.
***
The team celebrated in the bar. It was quite a show they pulled for Manehatten and they were proud of it. It was rare for the whole team to be performing in a show, but this was a big event for them every year and they pulled out all the stunts. They were all having such a great time, all but one that is.
He sat in the corner slowly drinking his cider. He looked at the empty glass and sighed to himself.
“I messed up again.” Telling no one in particular.
“That time of the year again?”
He looked up to see his teammate and the captain of the group looking at him.
“Hey captain, and yeah, that time of the year again.”
She sat down next to him and finished off her cider. “Sorry to hear that, you know the manager is with this event of his.”
“Yeah I know. I just wish… that it didn’t have to be around this time of the year you know. I’m sure my wife hates it.”
“I’m sure she misses you, but understands. It’s usually like that with all of our families you know. We really don’t get a choice in when we can see them.”
“Except for the manager” he mumbles.
“Well he does make the schedules so I guess there is a benefit for that” the captain chuckles.
“Oh!”
The captain gets up and grins at him “Speaking of schedules! You know where we’re performing next right?”
“You know I don’t really look at the schedule, since it usually changes at the last minute and I don’t want to get my hopes up.” He mumbles.
“Well time to get your hopes up for this one, next place we’re performing is at Cloudsdale. And that’s only a thirty minute flight from Ponyville.”
He lifts his head up from the bar and looks at her.
“Are you serious? Does that mean I can visit my family?”
“Well it means that you’ll have to miss some practices but I’m sure we’ll live without you for a couple days. If you leave now you’ll have-”
And just like that he bolted out of the bar and took flight. It felt like ages that he took flight for anything other than work.
He may be a few hours late but he felt content that this could be the closest chance he had in years to tell his wife a happy anniversary and really mean it.
He would get to see his kid again and teach her some moves that he learned on his trips around Equestria.
Giggling like a little school girl he glided along with the wind that blew towards Ponyville. It felt like the wind itself was helping him get to his destination faster.
“I’ll be there soon”
***
You were able to drag yourself to bed somehow, but you couldn’t sleep no matter how hard you tried. Looking at the clock you realize it’s nearly two in the morning. You wondered if this was the same as last year before, you really couldn’t remember sleeping well that time either.
Crash!
The sudden noise made you jump and fall out of your bed. Looking around you begin to panic. Wondering where that noise originated from. You slowly move to your bedroom door and look out down the hall.
You can see a shape of some pony moving along your living room.
“OH CELESTIA IT’S A ROBBER!”
You begin to panic as you shake terribly. Many negative thoughts enter your mind and you feel too shaken up to be able to move.
You hear the hooves along the floor begin to move closer and closer to where you are. But stop before he gets near your door.
You look out and see him in front of the Scootaloo’s door. You become enraged with thoughts of any harm of you daughter and lose all sense of fear you once had. Running at full speed you tackle the pony to the floor, landing on top of him.
“KEEP YOUR HOOVES OFF MY DAUGHTER!” you scream as you throw out a punch at him.
The pony barely dodges the hoof to his face as you both hear a loud crack when the hoof connects to the floor.
“Whoa hunny! It’s me!”
You stop your next hoof in the air before it connects to his face, recognizing the voice right away. You both landed near the light switch which you flick on now showing the pony you almost beat to a pulp.
He has a nervous smile on that stupid face of his with sweat rolling down it. Guess that was normal considering you just almost broke it.
You spend a minute in silence as you guys just stare at each other.
“It…it really is you, isn’t it?” you say in disbelief, moving closer to his face to examine it closer.
He smiles and brings a hoof through your mane.
“Yeah, it really is me.”
You feel tears pouring out of your eyes as he moves your hair away from your face. You didn’t care though, you were happy. You wrap your hooves around him and just let it all out. You sobbed into his shoulder, holding him tightly and never wanting to let go.
He wraps his hooves around you and pats your back. He allowed a couple tears to escape from his eyes, but he knew that being apart for long was usually harder on you.
“I know I’m a couple hours late on it… but…Happy anniversary, hunny.”
You remove your head off your shoulder and look at him, with the biggest smile you give him a kiss.
“Happy anniversary to you too, Soarin.”