6 months till dooms day
Music echoed through the concert hall as the pony ensemble practiced for their upcoming concert. Everything had been going just fine.
Until-*SCREEH*
 
Octavia snapped her head down at her cello; she struck a sting at a bad angle again, thanks to her hoof accidently brushing her belly. The other musicians stopped playing. Parish gave a sigh.
 
“Octavia, that’s the third time this rehearsal!”
 
“Sorry! Sorry!” the gray pony said looked away flustered.
 
“Octavia, what’s wrong? Brass Beauty spoke up.
 
“Nothing! Everything’s fine!”
 
“You’ve never sputtered at on a note before” Concerto spoke up. It was true, but prior to now, Octie didn’t have a slight pudge obstructing her hoof as she played.
 
“Just…tired! That’s all it is!” Brass Beauty placed a hoof on Octavia’s shoulder.
 
“Octavia, if something’s wrong, you can tell us” the gray pony looked at all of their faces before looking down.
No point hiding it now, they’re going to find out one way or another.
The musician composed herself before she answered
 
“Guys…I’m pregnant.”
 
Concereto and Parish went blank faced, Brass Beauty was the only one with an expression, shock. Parish spoke up first
 
“Pregnant?”
 
“Yes”
 
“As in…”
 
“As in there’s baby on the way”
 
“Oh” was all he could get out before everyone’s train of thought was interrupted by the abrupt “SQUEE” that was followed by a massive hug from Brass.
 
“Oh! That’s wonderful new, Octie!” and so began the barrage of questions.
“Do you know how far along you are?”
“When are you due?”
Who’s the father?”
 
“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
 
The poor music pony froze from all the information prodding, but one question stuck, “who’s the father”.
 
“Well…Anon is the father…” she didn’t want to dwell further. Brass paused for a moment, Concerto was quipping an eyebrow.
 
“The human? That’s…interesting” your waifu simply looked down
 
“But still, it’s wonderful news!” Brass butted in back to her excited antics.
 
“We need to throw you a baby shower!”
 
“Oh nononon, that’s not necesar-“
 
“Of course it’s necessary! You’re having a baby! We need to plan! Lets see, we need drinks, we need food, a place to set it up Oh! And a-” the pony babble as she walked offstage.
 
Concereto turned his gaze back to Octie with a concerned look.
 
“So do you think you’ll still be able to perform as you go further along?” there was a pause
 
“I think so. I think if I keep practicing I’ll be able to adjust for my oncoming size.” The fellow musician gave a nod.
 
“Alright, be sure and get some time in a home as well”
 
“I will”
 
“Tell you what, let’s call it in early and give Joe’s a visit. We need to celebrate!” and without delay, the ponies packed up their instruments and made their way out the building, unaware someone was watching from the rafters...