5 Months till dooms day
 
You walk in the door to the sound of notes being played
 
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Octavia’s was still practicing her chords for the evening. You set down the groceries that would hopefully sate her still increasingly weird cravings and follow the sound of the music. When you peak into your bedroom, you see your now fecund waifu playing way, her back towards you. As the months had worn on, the pony had to adjust her stance while performing on account of the now obvious baby bump she was now sporting. Fortunately, she appeared to have gotten down to a science for now and was playing as eloquently as she did in the past. You silently and listen to the music until she finishes her current piece. When she’s done, you give a small, one man applause, prompting her to turn in surprise and blush in embarrassment.
 
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t hear you walk in!” she paused “You probably didn’t want to have to listen to all that”
 
“Oh no, that was beautiful” you pull her into a hug and gave her a smooch before her hormones get the best of her.
 
“Now, you’ve been practicing all day, it’s time for you to be pampered “
 
“Oh nonono, I couldn’t make you-“ she started as she put away her cello
 
“You don’t need to, I’m choosing” and with that, you scoop your gray pony up and carry her to the bed, her squirming the whole way
 
When you finally set her down, you planted another barrage of kisses on her, a few she returned in kind.
 
“Now, prop of those hooves of yours. I know you’ve gotta be sore standing like that all day.” She humored your and presented the limbs in question
 
“Oh Anon, it’s not that bad. It’s not like-“ she immediately stopped as you administered your magic hands to her tired hooves. And in that moment, she was butter, a happy, moaning, lump of butter.
 
“What was that about it not being that bad?”
 
“Oh shut up and don’t stop” you won that argument rather easy. You continued you ministrations on her hoofs and worked you way up to a massage on her calves. Everything was going fine, up until your gray waifu made a bit of a face
 
“Sorry, think hunger pangs just kicked in” your turn to grin
 
“Way ahead of you” you scoop her up once again and cart her past the kitchen and grab a bag. As you settle on the couch, she looked at you in confusion until she caught a whiff of what was inside the bag, the smell of cinnamon.
 
“You got apple fritters!?”
 
“I got apple fritters” she had mentioned craving the things for a few days now, and Applejack had been more than happy to sell you a bundle of the fried treats.
 
“Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimm-”
 
“Calm down, I ain’t trying to keep em from you” you retort as you hand her the bag. The famished pony wasted no time tearing into the bag to get at the pastries. The classiest pony you know brought to its knees by a fritter, who knew?
 
You kept yourself busy by taking the time to start working on her shoulders.
 
“You know how to pamper a pony” she said as she finished of the fritters
 
“Eh, I’ve had experience” it wasn’t the first time you had given her a work over
 
“That you-erm” the pony paused
 
“Hm?”
 
“Hunger cramps are back”
 
“But you just ate”
 
“I know” you guide your hands down to her belly. The moment you made contact, you figured out what was the culprit. Something nudged back against you hand
 
“Those aren’t hunger cramps” you said with some surprise in your voice”
 
“What do you-“ you guide her hoof to her belly, and her face instantly lit up.
 
“It’s kicking! They baby’s kicking!” the apple fritters had nothing on this reaction.
 
“It’s real now…” Octie started “it’s one thing for a doctor to tell you you’re, to see yourself grow. But to feel it move…” she was tearing up and pulled you into a hug
 
“Thank you Anon”
 
“For what?”
 
“You took me in, gave me a home, tend to me mane and hoof, and made me feel loved again, even though it…it isn’t yours” and once again, you return the hug.
 
“Octavia, as far as I’m concerned, it IS mine” and here came the torrent of tears.
 
And you two spent the rest of the night on that couch, your waifu daydreaming about the life tucked away in her womb, while you munched on one of those veggie sandwiches. You have to eat too after all...