From Humble Beginnings Part 3

>10 months later.

>You arrive home after a hard day's work with twilight.

>The day seemed like it went on forever before you had gotten off, but it was okay, because waiting for you at home was your love.

>And, according to some pony pregnancy books both you and Lyra read, it was almost time.  

>Almost time for your child to be brought forth into the world.

>The thought made you smile.  Smile with such a grin that other ponies were giving you weird looks as you headed home, but you didn't care.

>You were going to be a father.

>The sun was just setting as you made it back home.

"Lyra!  I'm home!"  You said with as much enthusiasm as the first time ever came home.

>But there was no answer.

"Lyra?"  

>You slowly walk to the kitchen.  Maybe she was cooking and didn't hear you, but she wasn't there.

>The bathroom door was wide open, so she wasn't there either.

>Walking down the hallway, your bedroom door was cracked open.  You slowly opened it and walked in.

>There was Lyra, standing in front of the mirror on her two hind legs.  She had gotten used to standing like that, but it was harder now that she was pregnant.

>Her eyes were a bit watery, as if she had been crying, and she was rubbing her belly.

"Lyra...."  Your words startle her a bit.

>"I am such a mess, look at me."  Lyra says, almost a whisper.

"You are looking pretty good to me, hot stuff."  You say while walking towards her.

>She play punches you in the shoulder when you get into range.

>"You think so?  You still think I am pretty?  I know I sound like a typical teenage mare.  I know the answer but these hormones are so damn inconvenient.  I kinda need you to say it...please."  Lyra says while giving you the cutest begging look.

>Normally, you would mess with her a bit more, but you learned from a terrible, terrible experience it was better to just give her what she wanted.  At least, until the sea of hormones quelled a bit.

>Before giving her your answer though, you walk up closer to her, and wrap your arms around her, placing your hands on her extended belly.

"As beautiful as the first time I saw you.  You remember when that was?"

>"Oh, I am sure a stalker like you followed me around for months before I saw your face.  I bet you even went through my trash, trying to get to know me better.  Oh gross Anon.  You are so creepy.  I don't know why I love you so damn much."  She said like smirking.

>Both of you looked forward, but the mirror shown the both of you.  There was Lyra, enwrapped in a your tight embrace, with hands and hooves on her belly.  On Hope.

>The moment lasted for a bit while you basked in her radiance and she yours.

>"Uh...Anon?  As much as I want this moment to last, and trust me I do, I'm ganna need you to let me down now.  This baby is making standing such a pain."

>And with that, you let her get back down on her hooves.

"I'm guessing you ate already."  You say.

>"Of course!"  She said with a wink

"Did you save some for me at least"

>"Of course not!"  She said with the same wink.

"You are lucky you are eating for two.  Otherwise we would have a rough and tumble right here, right now."

>Lyra quickly play bit your arm

>"Uh wooulld schil kuk oour asth."  Lyra said, still biting your arm.

"Yeah, I bet you still could.  Or just use your magic."  You say as Lyra spits out your now saliva covered arm.

>"If I use magic, where is the fun in that?  I kick your ass without magic anyways.  With magic it would be a bloodbath so bad they would have to use the elements of harmony to stop me."  Lyra said with a playful giggle.

>At that second, you attack, but with tickles, and she never say that coming!

>"Not fair!  Not fair!"  Lyra screamed as she descended into a laughing fit.  Your laughter the only other sound filling the room.

>"Tiny," Lyra tried to say in between laughter, "little," now between gasps of air, "fingers!"

>She could not stop laughing as your assault moved from her belly the crevasse between her legs.

>But something happened to Lyra.

>"Anon stop!"  She tried to say while still laughing.

>"Stop I'm not kidding."  

>But you knew her tricks.  It was a ploy to counter attack.  A great general like you knew this.  The attack would continue.

>"BONBON!"  Lyra yelled.  At that second, you stopped.

>That word.  That was the safe word that both of you used during naughty times.  The word was chosen because how much of a bitch Bon Bon was to you and Lyra when you were dating.

"What is it Lyra?  Are you alright?"  You say.  You let your guard down completely.  That phrase was not to be taken lightly.

>"I...I think we need to get to the hospital.  Like, now."

"Wha..."

>"Hope kicked.  And it wasn't a normal kick.  I think...I think it's time."  Lyra said with a look of worry.

"Now?  Isn't it early?  11 months right?  Isn't that how long it takes?"  You say with worry creeping on your face too.

>"It's an approximation, retard."  Lyra said with bitterness.  Shock now replaced worry on your face.

"I'll, um, get the go-bag and we'll leave now."  

>Lyra quickly bolted to you, gripping you in a tight hug.

>"I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to yell.  It is starting to hurt!"

>You returned her embrace.

>"I didn't mean it baby.  I hurt you because I love you."  Lyra said in a south Equestrian accent akin to how some TV shows wife beaters talk.

>You both laugh pretty hard.  Even in crazy circumstances, Lyra tried to brighten the mood.  Yup, you still loved her more than anything.

"I'll meet you in the living room.  Give me a second to get the stuff, and we'll head out.  Get git."  You say.

>Lyra turns around and starts to make her way to the living room, but not before slapping her flank.

>"I'm about to have your kid, and your still such a horn-dog."  Lyra says while smiling.

>n what seemed like only seconds, you got the go-bag and grabbed a couple of other things including copy of Lyra's favorite book, but you hid that in your jacket pocket.

>You make your way to the living room.  Lyra is at the door, but she looks at you with 'those' eyes while shaking her rump which makes her plump belly giggle a bit.

>"You want a pony ride before we go."  Lyra says seductively while licking her lips.

"Look who's the horn-dog now."  You say laughing.

>"I think it is why we work so well!"  Lyra says gleefully.

"But seriously we should go to the hospital now."  

>"Yeah, sounds good.  This baby is coming, and it is starting to, well, not feel that grea..."  Lyra tried to say, but a contraction gripped her.

>In no time flat, you were both making your way to the hospital at a fast pace.

"You want me to carry you or something?"  You say.

>"Ha!  You will never let me down if I let you!"  Lyra said confidently.

"No really.  All that aside, you want me to?"

>"Look, Anon.  I got this.  If it gets too bad, I'll tell ya.  But right now, let me do this.  Don't want our daughter to think her mother is a weakling."

>Lyra was just so damn full of pride.  It was what made her so special.  What made you love her more than anything.

>In 10 minutes time, Lyra and you made it to the front doors of the hospital.

"Well, this is it.  You ready?"  You say.

>"Hell ya, let's do this."  Lyra said still priming with confidence.

>And with that, Lyra pushed the doors open and walked through, with you in tow.

>"Hello Lyra, Anon.  How can we help you today?"  The nurse with a large red hat at the counter said.

>"Help me get this baby out, for one."  Lyra said lightheartedly.

>The nurse gasped at that.  But quickly regained her composure and called the doctor.  Two orderlies came out quickly and got Lyra into a wheelchair.

>"Finally.  You know how hard it is to walk when you are having contractions?  And this big guy right over here," she pointed at you, "didn't even want to help me!"  Lyra said.

>You stood there with your mouth wide open as the nurse and orderlies starred daggers at you.

>"Nahh I'm just kidding," Lyra said playfully, "Anon here is such a sweetheart.  I gatta have some fun right now, because if the books are right.  This is going to suck."

>Lyra just now was accepting her fate as if she was trying to playfully avoid it.

>You walk up to Lyra, reaching out and grabbing her hoof.

>"And if is going to suck, it is going to suck for the both of us."

>A smile broke across her face as she looked at you.  The next couple of hours would suck, but both of you were in the suck together.  And that meant the whole world.