[Satyr] Hope's Mother-Daughter day

>Day Baking in Equestria.
>Grabbing hold of the door knob with your magic, you turn it and push as you approach the front door.
>Hope is not far behind you, carrying a couple of the bags filled with the groceries you two just bought.
>”Mom, where should I put these?”
>She steps past you as you make a brief stop in the living room to hide Anon's present, in case he comes home early.
“Just put them in the kitchen honey, I'm going to use them right away.”
>The little girl is already in the kitchen, but responds to you anyway.
>”Okay!”
>Letting off a light chuckle, you run a quick checklist in your mind to make sure you have everything you need for tonight.
>Ingredients for cheesecake?
>Check.
>Ingredients for brownies?
>Check
>Ingredients for the stuffed mushrooms?
>Cheeeeck.
>Ingredients for the spaghetti?
>Che-
>...
“Hope? Did we buy any angel hair pasta?”
>”Uh huh, it's right here.”
>Hope pokes her head through the doorway, waving the package of noodles at you.
>Phew, check.
>With everything ready, you head into the kitchen with the intent to make your husband's birthday spectacular.
>Setting down your own bags of groceries, you root around them for the dessert ingredients.
>”Mom?”
>Taking your eyes off the bag, you continue to root through with your magic, having a good -feel- of what to pull out.
“Yes sweetie?”
>Hope looks over your shoulder, kicking at the ground a bit.
“Can I help cook this time?”
>This is odd, normally she just gives you a hug and heads upstairs to work on one of her puzzle books or fill her personal album.
“Of course Hope, but why the sudden interest?”
>Hope's face scrunches a bit.
>”Manny said that there was this girl who hangs out with him and she made him a lunchbox. Afterwards, he said that he thought it was funny I couldn't cook at all!”
>Giggling, you can't help but think how cute it is that these two can still maintain their friendship thousands of miles apart.
“So you want to prove him wrong?”
>”Uh huh! I can TOO cook! I just don't know how yet, but I can learn! Right?”
>You nod, flashing the adorable little girl a smile.
“Yes, and you can start by pulling out the pots and pans we'll need.”
>Hope nods, heading over to the shelves and cupboards you keep the kitchenware in.
>”Which ones do I need to grab?”
>Turning your attention back to the bags, you take note you were able to get most of the ingredients out, but mistook several of them by their shape.
>Poking your head into the bags, you look around to find the ingredients you mistook.
“Well, we'll need the two big pots, two big bowls, the glass pan, the colander, and a metal tray.”
>”Okay! ... Mom?”
>Letting off a hum, you start to separate all the ingredients into what goes with what.
>”What's a colander?”
“It's like a pot, but with holes at the bottom.”
>”Oh, okay.”
>With everything separated, you attempt to remember all of the steps Bon bon showed you.
>First y-
>*CLANG*
>You yelp as you take a small leap into the air.
>Turning, you see Hope with ALL of the things you asked her to grab on the floor.
>”Oops.”
>Bringing a hoof to your face, you chuckle and levitate the metal accessories to the sink.
“Why did you try to grab them all at once?”
>”Because you asked me too.”
>True.
>You didn't tell her to grab them one at a time and this is her first time in the kitchen.
“You're right. Well, I'm telling you now. Only grab as much as you can handle at once. Okay?”
>”Okay mom.”
>She steps next to you, smiling as you give each dish a quick rinse and wipe.
>Placing them down on either a burner or the counter, you start to lift the several measuring cups, spatulas, and knives you will need.


>”Ooooh, that looks soooo goooood!”
>Hope's eyes are focused on the bowls you are whipping into fine smooth brownie and cheesecake mixes.
>She is about to drool onto her shirt when you motion a paper towel to her lips.
“They will be, WHEN they're finished.”
>She lets out a little whimper as her lips clench.
>If only she knew what you were planning to do.
“Hope, can you check on the noodles and stir the sauce?”
>She lets out an -uh huh-, but doesn't move.
“... Now?”
>She snaps out of her trance and runs to the pots.
>Stirring the sauce, she then grabs the spoon and switches it to the noodles.
>If it were anything else, you might have yelped and accidentally yelled at her to stop.
>But the noodles will be drained soon anyway.
>”Mom? How do you know when the noodles are done?”
“Pull a couple of strands close to the pot and see how easy they cut. If they cut like when you eat them, they are done.”
>You hear the tell tell sound of water hitting the burner as your baby girl utters a small -oops-.
>After a couple more hisses, you can't help but remember the first time you tried cooking.
>Ooh, you had never been so ashamed of yourself.
>Burnt the metal on three NEW pans and set off the fire alarm the entire time.
>You were lucky Bon bon offered to help you learn after that or... well...
>No, Anon still would have loved you even if you couldn't cook.
>You learned for him after all.
>The guilt of always having him cook for you when you started dating...
>Sighing wistfully , you don't notice Hope calling for you.
>It takes her poke to pull you from your day dream.
“H-Huh?”
>”I said the noodles are done. I turned off the stove! That's all there is, right?”
>Shaking your head, you walk over to the pot and levitate it to the sink.
“No, now we empty the noodles into the colander and give them a quick rinse to cool down.”
>Hope lets off an -oh- as she watches you force the floating metal case over, pouring the pasta down into the colander.
>After a quick rinse, you turn your attention back to the stuffed mushrooms.
>”What now mom?”
“Is the pasta boiling?”
>Hope looks over, nodding.
>”Uh huh. What about the cheesecake?”
>Smirking, you close your eyes and finish with the mushrooms.
“Oh, it's almost done. Just need to pour it into the pan and clean the bowls.”
>Her tone turns to one of disappointment.
>”Clean them?”
>You nod and place a single pan in front of the two mixed batters.
“Clean them. Oh, turn off the sauce?”
>Hope drags her feet to the stove, turning off the sauce before returning to your side.
>”Can't we eat the leftovers?”
>Not answering, you pour the brownie mix first, then the cheesecake.
>Leaving the two spatulas in the bowls, you place the pan in the already heated oven and walk to the dining table.
“Well, we have to clean them, don't we?”
>Levitating the two bowls in front of you, you grab one of the spatulas and lick the end.
“Mmmm, aren't you going to help?”
>Hope squeals and runs to the free bowl, grabbing the spatula.
>”I thought you said clean?”
>She takes a big helping of leftover batter and licks it, leaving a small spot on her nose.
“This is how I clean the leftover batter.”
>And now that the secret's out, you'll have to share the batter whenever Hope is home.
>Oh well, you don't mind.
>As your daughter continues to munch on the raw baked good, she abruptly stops.
>”Mom?”
>Humming, you bring another spatula full of brownie to your lips.
>”Where'd you learn to bake?”
>swallowing the chocolatey batter, you look to Hope and smile.
”From your aunt Bon bon.”
>”Why?”
“So I could bake sweets for your dad.”
>She furrows her brow, looking confused.
>”So you learned because of dad?”
>You nod and lick the tip of the spatula.
>If Bon bon were here... hee hee, she never did think raw batter was good.
>”Mom... why do girls do things for boys?”
>This was a strange question.
“Most of the time because they like them.”
>She lets of a confused hum.
>”So the girl who made Manny a lunchbox could like him?”
“Mhmm.”
>”Huh. You liked dad before you two got married, right?”
>You give her another nod.
>She sure is curious today.
>”... Mom?”
“Yes dear?”
>”How was I born?”
>... Uh oh.
>You and Anon had decided not to tell her about the birds and the bees until you BOTH agreed she was ready.
>This might get tricky.
“What do you mean?”
>”I mean how was I born? ... Where do babies come from? Dad always said he'll tell me when I'm older, but I'm older now, right?”
>S-She makes a good point.
>She is getting closer and closer to that age...
>Your husband and you can't keep hiding the truth forever.
>... But today you can.
“You are older Hope, so I will tell you a LITTLE about it, okay?”
>She nods, a glimmer in her eye as she keeps eating her little snack.
“Well... when two po- beings... care for each other, they get together and show that care. If they show it right, then the girl gets pregnant. When she is pregnant, a baby is growing in her belly.”
>Hope's brows furrow again, for a whole different kind of confusion.
>”... How does the baby get out?”
“Well... they go to a hospital and they take the baby out.”
>”So babies come from a pregnant woman going to the hospital?”
“Yes! He-hehe, yes.”
>She smiles, a look of accomplishment on her face.
>”Okay. So you and dad showed your care and then you got pregnant. Thanks mom!”
>Her smile looks so sincere...
“J-Just don't tell anyone about this. We don't want kids getting pregnant too, okay?”
>”Why?”
“Well, you have to go to school first, right?”
>She nods.
“And you can't go to school if you have a baby. You have to look after the baby, it's why mommy doesn't work anymore.”
>Her eyes go wide and she mouths out another -ohh-
>”Okay, I won't tell any of my friends! Mom?”
>Letting off a sigh, you look to your daughter and smile.
“Yes Hope?”
>”I promise not to get pregnant while in school!”
>You nearly choke on the brownie mix as you try to rationalize what she just said.
>Oh sweet honey iced tea!
>She's just a girl, just a little girl who doesn't know where babies really come from.
“T-Thank you Hope.”
>Before she can speak, a *ding* goes off.
“Cake's done!”
>You stand and go to retrieve the finished baked good, going to replace it's spot with the raw mushrooms.
>”O-Okay.”
>Hope follows you, head filled with half truths that will hopefully satisfy her curiosity for now.


>”Pffft, s-she really said that?”
>Nodding into your husband's full belly, you sigh.
“You have no idea how hard it was trying to get her off that subject.”
>He strokes down your mane, sighing as he shakes his head.
>”Well, you didn't lie to her. I'm sure she'll understand why we tell her what we tell her when she's older.”
>Sighing, you curl up against him.
>He grabs his gift with his free hand and lets out a blissful sigh.
>”Such a beautiful little thing... You said Hope chose it?”
>You nod again, lifting your head against his chest.
“She thought you might like it.”
>”I love it.”
>Setting the silver frame adorned with small flower shaped gems, the picture of you and your family inside it shimmers from the light refracting off it juuust right.
>It really is a beautiful thing.
>All chosen by a girl with innocent thoughts in her head.
>Heh, showing your care to make a baby.
>The two of you know how much you showed your care that night.
>A little roleplaying; you still managing to fit in your old senior Caval Rhy uniform...
>Showing it doggy style, cowgirl...
>H-His hands beating your ass as he nipped your neck lovingly.
>Making you feel like you were just a filly again.
>Oh Celestia, the way he had you balance yourself as he-
>”Lyra?!”
>Dragged once again from your daydreams, you look to your husband.
“Y-Yes?”
>”I-Is it that time of the month again? Your juices are spilling onto the bedsheets."
>Looking down, you notice your marehood is leaking love juice.
>Blushing, you look away a bit miffed.
”N-No, it's not- I'm not entering estrus! Can't a mare get exciting for her husband without going into heat?”
>He holds his hands around you, hugging you as he kisses your head.
>”I'm sorry. It's just, it's nearly that time of the month, isn't it?”
>Recalling what day it is, you notice he is right.
>Turning to face Anon, you smile a bit.
“Y-You remembered?”
>He smiles back, nodding.
>”Yeah, the way Celestia balanced pony hormones, it works a lot like a cycle human women go through. Men kinda benefited from knowing their cycle and it kind of... passed on here, I guess.”
>Snuggling up to your husband, you coo and let him stroke your mane lovingly.
“Well, I may not be in heat, but we can still act a bit... naughty~. If you want, I mean, it is your birthday after all~”
>He chuckles, spanking your bottom.
>”What if Hope's up?”
>Humming to yourself, you kiss him on the lips and whisper into his ear.
“Then we'll just have to play the quiet game, won't we?”
>He hums a bit, his arousal clear as day.
>As he reaches into the cupboard for a rubber, you go to fetch a little something from the closet.
>Locking the door, you plan on giving your husband a very special birthday gift.