[Chrysanthemum] April 15 (Roseluck/Anon)

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                            Originally written by Etiquette, reposted with permission

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>Your eyes flutter lazily as the last rays of daylight cast their image softly on the side of your office wall.

>Slumping forward in your desk, you nearly nod off.

>But before your forehead can meet your desktop, you snap back to attention and focus your gaze on the calendar to your right.

>You nod, making a silent resolution and get back to balancing Roseluck's accounts.

>It had been quite a while since the two of you had become an item.

>Funny enough, you met whilst you were shopping for a present for Rarity.

>You had managed to snag a date with the purple-maned fashionista after days of pleading and weeks of saving bits in order to take her someplace fancy enough to woo her.

>You had stopped by Rose's flower shop to buy a bouquet.

>You were pulling out all the stops.

>It turned out that you and Rose hit it off right from the start and, after a woefully terrible date with Rarity, you took a week-long breather and then asked Rose out.

 

>The two of you had a whirlwind romance, finding comfort in each other's embrace and simple pleasures.

>It wasn't long before your love turned intimate and you quickly found yourself moved into Rose's humble abode.

>You starting helping her out around the shop, taking care of the accounting and business aspects of her small operation.

>She was ever grateful for your help, as it allowed her more time to spend with her precious flowers.

>You loved seeing her smile.

>Especially when it was midst of making passionate love to one another.

>Of course, kids were the farthest thing from your mind at the time.

>You assumed that, being different species, conception was impossible.

>But love works in mysterious ways and, before you knew it, Rose was getting morning sickness and craving hayseed ice cream topped with fried pickles.

 

>As if on cue, your evening musings are interrupted by your door bursting open.

>In bounds an adorable little satyr, her strawberry pink and tea green hair and tail rippling in the wake of her march up to you.

>"Hi, Daddy!" she shouts triumphantly.

"Hey, honey."

>You smile and ruffle her hair, pushing your checkbook and ledger out of the way.

"How was school today?"

>Chrysanthemum approaches you, her head coming up nearly to your chest while seated.

>You reach down, hoist her up, and set her down on your lap.

>Chrys turns her head to look at you and grins thoughtfully.

>"It was fine," she nods.

>Always the dreaded answer, you try to coax a little more out of her.

"So, what did you do then?"

>You bounce her slightly on your knee and rub her back.

>"Hmm... nothing..." she says, tilting her head in thought.

>You sigh, but keep your smile, turning to press your lips to her forehead and set her back down on the ground.

"Nothing, huh?"

>She nods.

>You smirk and call out through your open door to the storefront where Rose busies herself with her plants.

"Did you hear that, Rose? Chrys here isn't learning anything in school. She's getting smarter all by herself."

>Rose calls back, matching your jovial tone. "Is that right? I always knew our little Ann was a smart girl."

"She sure is. Maybe we should pull her out of school so we can save up more bits to go visit Canterlot."

>At the mere mention of the elegant city, Chrysanthemum's light green eyes sparkle.

>You take notice and kneel down to her, rubbing her cheek.

"Now sweetheart, you know how important Mommy and Daddy have told you that school is..."

>She nods meekly and you plant a kiss on the top of her head. "I know, Daddy."

 

"And I promise, one day soon we'll take a trip to Canterlot and go wherever you want, okay?"

>She flashes a smile and nods.

"Now go see if your mother's ready to go out for dinner."

>You watch as she skips out of your office and into the shop.

>Taking one last glance at the numbers scrawled across your papers and the calendar on the wall, you shut the door.

"One day soon."