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She's Having A Foal

by MaxBeezy

Chapter 10: Buying A Crib

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Applejack sleeps soundly in bed, as the morning sun bleed through the curtains. The rays of light shine at the foot of the bed, not enough to wake her up from what must be a comfortable dream. She softly turns onto her back, only lightly rustling the blankets. She’s alone, but not for long.

Matt quietly walks inside, watching his wife breathing ever so faintly, bringing a smile on his face. Using all his care, he sinks into bed, as to not wake her up just yet. Slowly, he brings his hand up to her pregnant stomach, feeling it with much love and attention. His hand begins to travel upwards, as Applejack quietly moans, waking up to the feeling of her husband moving his hand up to that never subsiding tuft of fur on her chest. His fingers trace the tuft, which is making her excited, but also scared.

“Matt…” she whispers, opening her eyes slowly, “Don’t…”

“Why not?” he smirks, “Don’t you like this?”

“Ah do…” she breathes out, “But ya know we can’t…”

“I miss you, AJ. It’s hard for me to take my eyes off you, even harder for my hands not to touch you.”

“Please, Matt. Ah don’t know how much longer ah can control mahself.”

“Then don’t.” he smiles.

Gradually, he moves on top of her, both hands now traveling her body. She moans with pleasure as he brings his head down to make contact with her lips, in a sweet yet seductive kiss. She cannot resist him anymore, as she wraps herself around him, allowing him to press himself against her, and vigorously kiss her lips, and down on her neck.

“Oh, Matt….Matt…” she mumbles.

She surrenders herself in a brief moment of heavenly bliss. This could be a magical morning, but a faint smell enters her nostrils; the smell of muffins and eggs being cooked.

“Y’all smell that?” she says. Matt doesn’t answer. “Matt?” still nothing. “Matt?”

As she begins to get up…


She finds herself alone in the bedroom; the sun’s rays still beaming at the foot of her bed, the smell of the food still coming from outside the room, and no Matt in sight.

“A dream…” she chuckles to herself, “Just a dream.”

She clumsily slides off the bed, her bulging and heavy stomach continually making her exits from the comfortable mattress less graceful by the day. Normally, Matt would help her out of bed, but after her outburst the day before, after the Family Reunion, she refuses to let him touch her. More and more, she begins to hate herself for treating him the way that she is; he’s only trying to take care of her, but that voice in the back of her mind is telling her other things, things that suggest that Matt cannot be trusted.

They haven’t been intimate for the past four months, and the lack of romantic physical contact is driving her off the wall. They made a promise together, and she is making sure he fulfills his end of the bargain. Unfortunately, her own needs are starting to take over. She is feeling more wanting of Matt by the day, to the point where it’s hard to look at him. It’s too late to tell him to go back to work now; he already made the deal with Granny Smith to stay with Applejack until the foal is born. She has to find another way of avoiding contact with him.

At the moment, though, she has to find out what Matt is up to in the kitchen.

She walks through the hallway and into the kitchen, where she sees Matt finishing up making a big breakfast. Eggs, muffins, assorted fruits; there are even a couple slices of freshly made apple pie at each end of the table. He must have been up quite early to make all of that food.

Applejack clears her throat, catching Matt’s attention. He turns, and gives her a lovely smile, happy to see her up.

“Good morning, AJ.” he says, “How did you sleep?”

“Fine, ah suppose.” As lovely as the meal looks, she wonders… “What’s the occasion?”

The question almost makes Matt stop with the cooking. He looks at her with a questioning expression; as if he’s surprised she asked that.

“Do you remember what day it is?” he asks her.

“No…”

Her answer causes him to noticeably look down in disappointment, as he turns to finish up making breakfast.

“It’s…it’s been a year, since…”

Matt doesn’t need to finish, as the realization dawns on Applejack almost immediately.

“It’s our anniversary?!” she exclaims in surprise, putting a hoof over her mouth.

“Yeah. Exactly one year since we were married.”

“Oh mah…” she nearly runs to him to hold him, but recoils back at the last minute, instead walking to her spot at the table. “I’m so sorry. Ah completely forgot.”

“It’s alright.” Matt says in a tone that more or less reveals that he feels the opposite.

“No. It’s definitely NOT alright. Ya made this meal, and here ah am, being a stupid filly who forgets things.”

“It’s fine.” Matt says, as he finishes up the meal. “Don’t worry about it.”

“When ya say things like that, it makes me worry even more. Matt…look at me.”

Matt turns off the stove, turning to make eye contact with her. His sad expression in place of his normal happy and enthusiastic one, makes her eyes water.

“I’m sorry.” she puts extra emphasis on those words, trying to get the message to him that she is being ever so genuine. He only nods in understanding, as he turns back around to put the eggs on the plates, with a fresh muffin on the side. When he turns, his smile comes back, putting the plate of food in front of her, before going to his side of the table and sitting down.

“It’s okay. I understand. However, you better remember the next one.” Matt says in a joking tone, waving a fork around, “Because so help me…”

“Now now, Mr. Apple…” Applejack plays along, “There’s no need for violence.” The two chuckle, lightening the mood exponentially. “So…” Applejack says as she takes a bite into the delicious lemon flavored muffin, “Did ya buy me anythin’ fancy?”

“Actually, I wanted to talk about that.” Matt wipes his mouth with a napkin, “I was thinking…how would you like to buy a crib for the foal?”

Applejack looks up from her meal with an interested look.

“Really?”

“Yeah. We have a little over two months left, and it would be nice to have a crib all ready to go by the time it’s born.”

“But, we don’t know if it’s going to be a filly or a colt.”

“I’m sure there’s a gender neutral crib out there. What do you say?”

“Hmm…” Applejack thinks, “It does sound like a good idea. But, do you think the store will allow us back? After all, ya did beat up their mascot.”

“To be fair, Shining Armor threw the first punch.” Matt chuckles, “But, there’s only one way to find out. Let’s finish breakfast, and you can start getting ready.”

The two finish their breakfast quietly. So far, bar the fact that she forgot about their anniversary, it’s a nice morning for Applejack. Matt hadn’t brought up the incident from the night before, nor did he ever plan to. For Matt, though he had been caught off guard by Applejack’s attitude adjustment in the earlier days, he always attributed it to her mood swings. He read all about them in those books Shining Armor gave him, making him mentally prepared for them, so he would figure out how to handle them when the time came.

Since Matt was prepared way before Applejack woke up, it took a bit for her to get ready, as taking a bath without the assistance of her husband took longer than usual. Matt didn’t mind though, he spent the time watching cartoons on the television. Once Applejack was ready, they were out the door within moments.


One train ride later, and the two found themselves in the middle of Manehattan, and the now infamous Toys R' Us store. It had been months since the last time they were there with Shining Armor and Cadance. Though each party had gotten foal appropriate toys and games, the day ended with a brawl with the store’s mascot, known as Crackle the Dragon. Thinking about the situation however, didn’t bring up any particularly bad memories, but the thought of what Shining Armor and Cadance are up to. They haven’t seen them since that day, and are wondering if they are dealing with the same issues they are.

“You okay, AJ?” Matt asked, looking down at her.

“What do ya mean?” she looks up to ask. “I’ve never been better. I’m not tired, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, not at all. That train ride was a bit bumpy, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt your head or anything.” Matt smiles, hiding the fact that he truly was concerned whether she was tired or not. Seeing that she caught on, he quickly fibbed.

“Oh.” She believes him, “I’m okay. Ah bet the foal enjoyed the ride, though.” she chortled.

As they begin to walk into the store, Matt reaches out a hand to put on her back. Mere inches before he could touch the coat of fur on her back, he remembers all the times she had recently recoiled to his touch. He instantaneously pulls back, putting the hand in his pocket, silently sighing to himself.

Inside, it’s a busy day. They are preparing for upcoming holidays, and Ponies are out in force, looking for the hottest deals on toys and games. Matt and Applejack walked through the store, a few employees catching a glimpse of the two, recognizing who they are.

Soon, they make it to the cribs, probably the emptiest part of the otherwise pony packed store. The wide assortment from last time is still there, maybe even more than before. Matt and Applejack look around, seeing the previously prepared cribs on display, judging their build and sturdiness.

A Salespony trotting around the store catches sight of the two browsing. Her eyes zoom in on Matt, and a sparkle fills her irises, recognizing him from his interview with Quill Pen on Access Applewood. With a quick adjustment of her tie, and an attempt to pretty up her mane with a few brushes of her hoof, she approaches them, mainly Matt.

“Excuse me, sir?” the Salespony says, catching Matt’s attention. “Hi. I don’t mean to be a bother, but you wouldn’t happen to be the human I saw on TV a few months back, would you?”

“I believe I am.” Matt smirks, “Unless other humans showed up, since then.”

“Sorry. I just had to make sure. Can I…” she uses her teeth to take a pen and notepad out of her breast pocket. “Can I have your autograph?” her voice sounds muffled, but the words were clear.

“Um…sure.” Matt says, taking the pen and paper. “Wow, I never had to write an autograph before.”

“Well, I’m glad to be the first. I must say, you’re way more handsome in pony…I mean…in person.”

“Thanks. Who should I make this out to?”

“Chickadee Peachbottom.”

“That’s a very pretty name.” Matt smirks.

“Oh, you.” Peachbottom waves with a girlish giggle.

As he writes the autograph, the event is seen by Applejack. She notes the enthused look on the mare’s face, and that familiar feeling of jealousy approaches her. It’s made all the more terrible when Matt hands the mare the pad, and is then greeted by a tight embrace from her. Applejack’s eyes go wide, and alarms sound through her head. Before she could stomp over there for some form of vengeance…she stops herself, shaking her head of any more angry thoughts.

Applejack instead approaches the two, after Peachbottom releases herself from the fanmare grip on Matt.

“Oh!” the mare nearly yelps at the sight of Applejack, “Sorry, I didn’t know I was going to do that.” She blushes. “I always lose myself in the moment…hold on…” Peachbottom looks closer at Applejack, as a hint of familiarity overtakes her expression. “Oh golly! I thought I recognized you!”

Applejack’s slightly annoyed look turns into one of surprise, realizing that she and Peachbottom have met before.

“Y-yeah! Ah remember you!” Applejack smiles, “How are ya?”

“Oh, I am just fantastic. I moved out of Mustangia into Manehattan, found myself in this job, bringing joy to little foals everywhere. It’s divine!”

“You know her, AJ?” Matt asks, trying to find out what is going on.

“Matt, this here is Ms. Peachbottom. When Twilight and the others went to the Crystal Empire for the Equestria Games, we mistook her for the games inspector. Kinda embarrasin’ when lookin’ back on it.”

“Nonsense. I had the time of my life thanks to you ponies. I can’t believe I forgot that it was you who married the human in Equestria. I must say, you are a lucky, lucky mare.”

“Aw shucks, Ms. Peachbottom.” Applejack’s cheeks turn red.

“Now, where are my manners? What can I do for you two, today?”

“We’re here to look for a crib for our foal.” Matt says, “You wouldn’t happen to know what the best ones are, would you?”

“Would I?!” Peachbottom says with excitement, “Of course I would! Besides, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to help you kind folks, even if I DIDN’T know! Follow me!” she gallops off, as Matt and Applejack chuckles as they follow her to the cribs.

For the next fifteen minutes, Peachbottom takes them from crib to crib, detailing all the bells and whistles each one contains. Applejack and Matt were fairly surprised by the amount of features some of the more elaborate cribs contain; from a miniature jungle gym, to a television with its own video game system. It’s no wonder the price range goes from 100 to nearly 500 bits.

“And this here is one of our best sellers, it comes with all the features of the previous ones, with the games, and the gym, and…”

“Peachbottom…” Matt raises a hand to stop her, “This is all very nice and…unexpectedly extravagant for cribs, but do you have something more…I don’t know…simple?”

Peachbottom looks at Applejack, who is nodding in agreement. She taps a hoof to her head, thinking of simpler cribs in a more manageable price range. Finally, it comes to her. She motions for them to follow her to a section closer to the back, where they stock some of the cribs that don’t have many bells and whistles. Applejack looks upon this section like a fond memory, remembering seeing some of those cribs when she was with Cadance.

“Here we are.” Peachbottom points out, “Sorry about that. We put all the high tech cribs out in front, because of the holidays and all.”

“It’s not a problem…” Applejack assures her, “It was quite exciting to see you folks make cribs like that. But…this is more our style.”

“I completely understand. By the way, what is the gender of your foal? Is it a filly, or a colt?”

“We don’t know, actually.” Matt says, “We want to be surprised when it’s born.”

“Ah, I see. Want to keep it a surprise, huh? Sounds quite exciting. So, you would like a crib that caters to both a filly and a colt?”

“Yeah, do you have one of those?”

“What kind of store would we be if we didn’t have one. A silly one, I’ll tell you that much.” Peachbottom leads them down the rows of cribs, before she stops on one. “Here is one of our signature brands.”

Matt and Applejack look at the crib. It’s sizable, more than enough for a foal to play around in. It also has an easy to remove gate, a soft and comfortable looking mattress, and a nice maroon color to complement the whole thing.

“What do you think?” Peachbottom asks, “Pretty swanky, huh?”

“It’s awfully pretty.” Applejack says. She glances over at the price tag. “Hmm…150 bits is still a bit pricey, but…” she looks over at Matt, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s great. It’s nice and spacious; more than enough room for the foal to play around in. The price doesn’t matter to me, AJ. We have more than enough, especially with all that overtime I worked at the farm.”

“Yeah, but…I’m not sure. I’m not tryin’ to be fickle, but…”

“AJ, if you like it, I’ll buy it. Don’t worry about how much it’s going to cost, what matters is if you think the foal is going to like it.” On instinct, he kneels down, putting a hand on her shoulder. Both flinch simultaneously, for two completely different reasons. Matt almost takes the hand back, but he cannot stop, using a thumb to caress her shoulder.

Applejack does her best to hide her shudder, overtaken by the feeling of Matt touching her. She musters enough control to look deep into his eyes, and say…

“Alright. Let’s do it.”

“Cool.” Matt nods, letting go of her and standing…just as she was getting closer for a kiss. She realizes just what she was doing, and immediately straightens herself out. “We’ll take it.” Matt says.

“Great. I’ll get you one fresh in the box, and you’ll be on your merry way. Also, would you like a delivery truck?”

“No thanks, I’ll take it home.” Matt says with a grin.

“Alrightly, Mr. Supercolt. I’ll be right back.” Peachbottom trots away to get the box.

Matt looks back down to see Applejack with an expression of embarrassment on her face. He kneels back down to face her.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“Yeah.” Applejack chuckles it off, “Just excited, tis all. How exactly are you supposed ta bring the crib home?”

“Not to fret.” Matt reaches into his pocket, pulling out his teleportation band. “I have a plan.”

“You sly one.” Applejack laughs, “Did ya bring mine?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then, ya just gonna abandon me?”

“Of course not, ya big silly. I’m going to drop it off at home really quickly, then come back, and we can take the train ride home.”

Within moments, Peachbottom comes out, wheeling the box with the yet to be assembled crib inside. Matt reaches into his pocket, pulling out a checkbook, and making the payment. After a quick check to make sure the payment went through, they were all set and ready to go.

“It’s been a pleasure assisting you two. Let me know when it’s born, okay?”

“We will, Peachbottom.” Applejack says, “Take care.”

The two watch as Peachbottom goes to another area of the store, no doubt to assist other ponies in need. They look around, to see if any other ponies are around. There are none. Matt takes hold of the box, puts on his band, and is zapped away, leaving Applejack alone in the store. A few ponies pass by, taking note of her pregnant stomach, and congratulating her on the foal. She smiled and said her thanks, as the ponies disappeared around the corner. Suddenly, Matt reappears in the same spot he left in.

“Okay. Let’s go.”


The train ride back was fairly uneventful, with a few moments of eye contact shared between them. Matt caught on that simply looking into each other’s souls was making her hot and bothered, and so was he. He could stare at those gorgeous green eyes for decades, and never get tired of them. When she would look away, his eyes would scan her pregnant body, seeing that her development is nice and healthy, and how her beauty had never subsided not even once. Before she could look back to notice that he was staring at her figure, he would turn to gaze out the window, watching the scenery pass by them as they got closer to Ponyville.

When they returned home, evening was approaching. Entering inside, Applejack could see that Matt placed the box in the middle of the living room.

“Aw man…” Applejack said teasingly, “How am ah gonna watch mah shows now?”

“Well, excuse me, Princess.” Matt says, in on the joke, “I’ll take care of it.” He pushes the box down the hall, into the empty room where they decided should be the foals room. Perfectly placed next to their room, they felt it was the best possible room. “Better?”

“Much better, thanks.” Applejack winks, blowing a kiss.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Matt loved the flirty side of Applejack, though he can admit he was surprised to see it out at this moment. “I’m going to get to work; you go on ahead and eat some food.” Matt gives her a small wave, entering the room to commence building the crib.

Applejack goes into the kitchen, taking a muffin from the small tower Matt had made earlier in the morning, then going over to the living room to watch television. While she normally enjoys much sillier fare, such as reality shows, tonight is the latest episode of Matt and Applejack’s new favorite show, The Trotting Dead. Though there are moments where the more violent scenes make her cringe, she enjoys the show nonetheless, even more so when Matt is by her side….Matt…who isn’t there.

Her mind floats back to the room where Matt is working, to the man whom she disappointed earlier by forgetting their anniversary. How could she forget such a thing? It is a question that raced through her mind. She remembered her wedding day vividly; not only the one that ended with her getting kidnapped by a vengeful smoke monster, but the one that was beautiful and sweet, with the two saying the vows that they wrote down and memorized, the dancing, and the wonderful night of lovemaking afterwards.

Making love; an act that Applejack would like to do at this very moment. For the past few months that they have not done such a thing, it has always been on her mind. She always noticed the way Matt had been looking at her, how he was quick to compliment her, and for a time, ran his hands through her coat and mane. It was a sensation she would never get sick of, but after the night before, she worried that she scared him off. It began to become apparent to her that it wasn’t him she had to completely worry about, but her own desires as well. She fears that one day, as he dozes next to her, she will snap, and jump him with all the fury of a hydra…and not the violent, bloody kind of fury either.

She knows what she must do in order for him not to be close to her, and it required her to disappoint him yet again.

She gets up from the couch, walking to the foal’s bedroom. Peering inside, she sees Matt continuing to work on the crib. He’s not even a quarter of the way done yet, but she can see progress being made. Matt has his head buried inside the manual, trying to figure out the next logical move. Applejack can already see a spot of redness on his forehead; perhaps he had a bit of an accident while taking things out.

Matt sees Applejack in the corner of his eye, glancing up to look at her standing in the doorway. He smiles, with another friendly wave, cut short when he sees her troubled expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Matt…ah want to ask somethin’ of you, but I’m afraid you’ll be mad.”

“When have you ever seen me mad?” he thinks back on his words, before correcting himself with, “At you, anyway.”

“Ah don’t know.” she shrugs, “How do ah know you’re not mad at me now, after forgetting our own anniversary?”

“I’m not mad, AJ.” he reassures, “I told you; I understand. It’s been a tough time for you, and though I may have been a bit disappointed, I’m not mad.”

“Oh, Matt…” she leans her head against the doorframe, “How can you be so patient with me?”

“Because I’m just that damn good?” he chuckles, which she shares with him. “Come on, what do you want to ask me?”

“Ah want to know if…” she almost doesn’t say it, but she cannot hold back. She sighs, before continuing with, “…if we can sleep separately from now on, at least until the foal is born.”

The two of them experience the longest pause of their lives. Matt freezes in place at the words that have been uttered from her mouth. His eyes then glance downwards at all the parts of the crib left to attach. Applejack watches as he thinks what to do or say.

Finally…

“Do you…not trust me?” he wonders.

“No, it’s not that.”

“Because if this is about the other night, I’m really sorry, I never meant to insinuate….”

“Matt…” she interrupts, “It’s not about me not trusting you, it’s about me not trusting myself.”

“I…” he pauses again at her words, “What do you mean?”

“The thing is, ah can tell by the way ya look at me, that ya want to be with me, and that’s fine. Ah know I’ve been a bit of a pain, thinkin’ that you’re trying things, but the thing is…whenever ah look at ya…ah…”

“Want to jump me?”

“Exactly!” she practically yells, sounding like a game show host who lets the player know they had the right answer. The little outburst makes them both giggle in amusement.

“So, what you’re saying is…that you want us to sleep separately, because you’re afraid you’re going to ravage me in the middle of the night?”

“A little crude…but yeah.”

“I thought we both agreed that this relationship wasn’t based around sex.”

“It’s not, but ya know how it is…not being able to be intimate with one another after a few months…”

“I know the feeling all too well.” he smirks, “You know, it’s going to be awful lonely on the couch.”

“It’s going to be awful lonely in mah bed, too.” She looks down, upset. “Are ya mad?”

“Of course not. A little disappointed, sure…but not mad. If it’s what you want, I’m not going to argue.”

“Why not?”

“Because…I love you too much to want to argue.”

“You…” she shakes her head with a chuckle. “Ah promise I’ll make it up to ya when this is all over.”

“Like what?”

“Remember that night in Las Pegasus?”

Matt remembers that night vividly. Amidst all the chaos of that night, with the strip clubs, the drinking, and the crowds, the two managed to find each other, and spend a wonderful night together. Remembering this makes Matt respond with an “Ohhhh yeahh….I doooo…..” eliciting a chortle from them both. “But we have a wait a bit long after the foal is born. We can’t just have an adventure under the bed sheets right afterwards.”

“Ah know, that’s why ah am gonna make it extra special.” she says slyly. Before Matt could speak, she interrupts with, “And no, we’re not gonna have a threesome with Trixie.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you were thinking it.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Ya-huh!”

Another pause passes, and the two start laughing at the silliness of their exchange.

“I’m sorry for all this, Matt. It’s our anniversary, and here ah am, telling ya we can’t sleep together.”

“Hey, anything to help.” He lightly waves her off, “Now go on; go get ready for bed. I’ll keep on working.”

“Alright.” She turns, but looks back at him. “Ah love you.”

“I love you too.” he smiles, “Go on, I’ll see you in the morning.” He watches as Applejack continues to gaze at him, before finally turning, and walking out of his sight. With her gone, his smile drops, looking back down at the pieces, and not looking forward to spending the next nights alone, without the warmth and comfort of his beloved. “Damn…” he whispers.


Later that night, Applejack tosses and turns in her bed, not used to the absence of her husband next to her. Though it’s for the best, she is still saddened, as she feels the cold empty side of the bed, instead of the warm body of Matt.

Slowly, she crawls out of bed, and walks to the living room to check on how Matt is sleeping, along with a glass of water to help her relax.

To her surprise, she sees that Matt isn’t there. In fact, no blankets or pillows have been placed for him. Confused, Applejack turns, wondering just where he is. As she goes back to her room, she can hear the light snoring of Matt coming from the foal’s room. Gently, she opens the door, and there on the floor, is Matt. To the side, is the completed crib, all built and ready to go.

“He must have passed out after he finished…” Applejack thought to herself. She smiles at the sleeping Matt, who looks comfortable on the soft, rug covered floor. She gets a spare blanket from the cupboard in the hallway, placing it on top of him to give him warmth for the night.

“AJ…” Matt mumbled as the blanket rested on his shoulder.

The way he mumbled her name while he slept was irresistible to her. It made her not only feel that she was always on his mind, even in his dreams, but that it made her feeling wanted and loved. Hearing him say her name at that moment causes her to smile, kneeling down to get closer to his face.

“Goodnight, sugarcube.” she whispers, kissing him on the forehead.

The moment her lips touch the center of his head, the contact is almost too much to bear. She hadn’t done this sort of thing in months, and the feeling of wanting…maybe even lust, was beginning to take hold again.

Her lips glide downwards to his, floating over them like a bee over a flower. She wants to make contact with him, she wants to kiss him and never leave him….she wants to make love to him, just as much as he wants to make love to her. She is not unfamiliar with this feeling or this action; she did it once before, and even when Matt woke up, he let it continue, under the assumption that she wanted it. He wasn’t wrong, and her reaction to him not stopping her was less than pleasant.

Applejack grits her teeth in frustration, upset that she can’t kiss him like she always had before. These months away from his arms and lips are finally getting to her, to the point where she doesn’t know how much longer she can last before she loses her sense of control.

She leaves the room, closing the door gently, as to not wake him up, and goes to her room.

“Dang it, Applejack!” she thinks to herself, “Ya gotta stop doin’ this!” she paces around the room, trying to think of what to do. “Ya got him out of your bed. Isn’t that enough? He’s being sweet, doing whatever possible to make you happy, and what are ya doin’? Almost doin’ the deed with him, after everythin’ ya said to him!” Applejack sighs, putting a hoof over her eyes. “What do ah do? I’m losing myself here! I gotta talk to somepony….”

Suddenly, an idea clicks in her head. Going to the dresser, and moving some clothes, she finds it; a card that was given to them long ago, after receiving a scan to check on the condition of the foal. A contact for a psychologist; somepony who will listen to her, and maybe give her some advice on how to deal with her problems.

Dr. Lyra Heartstrings.

"Maybe she can help...."

Author's Notes:

Sorry about the lateness of this chapter. I'll try to bring the next one out as soon as I can. :)

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