Prego Dash [RD Request Short]

-~oO{Prego Dash}Oo~-

>Sunlight dances off the blue crystal sitting on the bedside table to glitter against her eyelids.
>She turns over with a yawn to snuggle against Anon’s warmth; smiling to herself at the memory of their shared excitement when it had changed color to announce their success.
>She throws a hoof to wrap over his chest and laughs softly.
“Ha~! Fifteen days pregn-...”
>Her hoof finds nothing but cool sheets.
“Hunh? Anon?”
>Cracking open a single magenta eye against the slice of morning sun, she discovers he’s not in bed.
>Her ears swivel as a clinking noise sounds from downstairs.
“Bleh. Why’s he up so early?”
>She hops out of bed, pausing to yawn and stretch; flexing her wings and tossing back her mane.
>A series of sneaky glides let her sail over to the door and down the stairs like a wraith.
>She smirks as she hears a thud and a muffled curse flit from the kitchen, and slowly edges her snoot around the corner for a look.
>Her jaw drops as she takes it all in.
>Anon, wearing boxer shorts and a frilly pink apron (that she last remembers seeing on a hook at Fluttershy’s house) quickly moves back and forth stacking various dishes on a too-small serving tray.
>Hay browns with salsa, thick, fluffy pancakes, maple sugar oatmeal, a bowl of fruit cut into cubes, honey cluster granola, custard yogurt, coffee, tea, a mug of apple cider, and more and more!
>He lifts the tray and teeters in her direction on wobbly legs.
>She just remembers to hop back when his eyes lock to hers and widen in surprise.
“R-rainbow! Wha-GAH!”
>The tray goes sideways, and she leaps into the air as the mountain of breakfast delights rush crashing to the floor where she was standing!
>The noise is almost as impressive as the mess.
>Rainbow flaps in a gentle hover, taking a moment to drink from her rescued mug of cider.
Wow, nice one Anon. That nearly tops my third best breakfast wrecking.
>She smiles brightly into the morose face of her coltfriend while he surveys the culinary carnage.
“That was supposed to be a surprise for you in bed to celebrate our positive test last night…”
>He sighs loudly as she drains the rest of the mug and tosses it down on top of the wreckage.
Hee! I had a different idea for a surprise in bed, but you’d already gotten up! HEY!
>Her sly innuendo cuts off in a squeak as Anon snatches her out of the air into a huge bear hug.
“YOU, need to be more careful! You have to eat for two now, and you never know what’ll set off morning sickness so I tried to make some of everything. And then you almost got crushed under it all!”
>She smirks as he crushes her to his chest and does a sort of twirl into the living room.
Uff! No way I’d let that stuff hit me, you goof! And besides, UGH! Your crushing me is gonna be worse than a tray of food!
>He stops so suddenly that it surprises her, his arms jerking back from around her making her topple painfully to the floor.
“Oh shi- GAH! Oh FUCK! Sorry Rainbow! I thought-“
You thought DROPPING ME ON MY HEAD was a good solution?!
>She huffs her bangs out of her eyes and rolls onto her hooves as Anon practically buzzes around, unsure of what to do.
“God, I’m sooooo sorry, Rainbow! Are you okay? Do you feel woozy? Should I call nurse Redheart?”
>She hops up to hover at eye level, glaring at him for a moment before pecking him softly on the lips.
You’re too much sometimes. I’m fine, Anon. I’ve taken WAY harder falls than that. But I AM hungry. Any chance for some more of those salsa haybrowns?
>He grimaces and glances back at the disaster in the kitchen doorway.
“I can make more, sure. I know they’re your favorite, but don’t you think you should have something a little more...I dunno, delicate?”
>She snorts and glides into the kitchen to sit at the table.
Since when has ‘delicate’ ever described ME?
>He follows, treading carefully to grab some ingredients out of the fridge.
“Well, sure. But it’s different now! You’re two weeks pregnant! Although…”
>He heaves another sigh.
“No matter what I make, I’m sure you’ll just end up heaving it up in the john anyway.”
>She looks at him curiously.
That’s the second time you’ve said something like that. I’m pregnant, Anon. It isn’t a plague.
>He just shakes his head and smiles as he heats up the frying pan.
“The tough ones always think they can just get through it. Mind over matter. It’s bullshit, Dash. I’ve seen every sitcom. They always end up running for the bathroom in the end.”
>She growls, slightly annoyed.
What the hay are you even talking about?!
>He looks over his shoulder.
“Morning sickness? Common malady because of hormone changes? Yknow, when a pregnant woman, or mare I guess, gets all pukey and stuff? It’s supposed to be really bad.”
>She looks thoughtful for a moment.
But, that doesn’t happen to mares.
>He stops dead, a jar of salsa hovering over the pan of sizzling hay.
“What?”
>She smirks louder.
That. Doesn’t. Happen. To mares.
>He stares at her, poleaxed.
“Oh damn. My Mom would be so pissed to hear that.”
>They both crack up laughing as Anon turns back to tossing the browning breakfast treat in the pan.
“Looks like this is gonna be more fun than I’d thought.”

[The End]