Got bored again, dusted off an old piece I never quite finished

Adagio drummed her fingers against the glass patio table at an outdoor café. She took a glance at her watch; 1:07pm. 

“She’s late”, she grumbled to herself. 

Since the incident at Canterlot High 6 years ago, the three of them had split up and gone their separate ways. They’d remained mostly out of contact during that time. Then out of the blue, she got a phone call. It was Sonata, of all people, wanting to meet. To be honest, she figured Aria would be the first to get in contact, but low and behold, the blue wonder beat her to the punch. They agreed to meet at a café outside one of the local malls. Sonata kept mentioning something about a surprise towards the end of the phone call, but wouldn’t divulge any hints to her on what it might be.

“Probably coupons to Taco Pronto or something” she mumbled

“Adagio!”, Adagio snapped her head up at the sound of that old familiar voice.

“Sonata! Over…here?”, Adagio stared dumbfounded at what she was looking at. It was her old siren companion alright, but not quite the one she remembered. She was wearing a violet tanktop and pink sweatpants of all things. But it wasn’t her seemingly deteriorated fashion sense that had her attention. Under said tanktop was a rounded orb where a flat midsection used to be.
Without being entirely aware, Sonata snagged Adagio into a bear hug.

“I missed you so much!”, she let go of her friend, only to notice the stupor on her face. “Uhh, Adagio? You ok?”

The other siren merely pointed to the offending protrusion with a dazed look

“What is that?” she said as if addressing a child that just brought an animal into the house. Sonata looked around for a moment before realizing Adagio was pointing at her. Glancing down for a moment, she brought her head back up, absolutely beaming.

“That’s my belly, silly!” she said, punctuating by cupping it with her hands

“I know that! Why’s it like that!?”

“I’m having a baby! See?” and without any regard for who may have been watching, Sonata yanked up her tanktop. Yep, taunt blue belly, complete with jutting outie. She also overdid the shirt pull to the point that anyone that bothered to look could see her choice of bra, none. Adagio just had to look away just to keep from having a panic attack for the sake of her friend.

“Ok, I believe you! You’re pregnant!” she said waving her hand franticly at Sonata to pull her shirt back down. “How?”

“Well, when a mommy and a daddy-“

“I know how-!” she had to stop herself to keep from entering a tirade. Clasping her hands over her mouth, she took a deep breath before pointing them at Sonata

“Who?”, the blue one scuffed one of her shoes, rocking back and forth with a blush at the question.

“His name is Anon. He’s sweet and…really good with his-”

“Just please tell me he’s still around”

“Oh, he’s around…I think”

“What do you mean, ‘you think?’”

"Well, I mean I figured he’d get bored listening to us catch up, so I told him he could wander the mall”, Adagio breathed a sigh of relief

“Oh thank god” she whispered under her breath

“You alright, Adagio?”

The orange haired girl just looked at her for a moment. The genuine concern on Sonata’s face. Despite everything happening to her, Sonata was more worried about her. She may not say it out loud, but that’s what she loved about that blue goof ball. Adagio let out a sigh

“I’m fine, let’s just grab a seat first, then we can talk some more”

“Alrighty!”

The two sat down at the table Adagio had originally been sitting and took their orders. Adagio kept it simple and just ordered a salad. 

Sonata got, the usual.

“So this Anon fellow, what does he do for a living?”

“Oh, he does manufacturing. He’s supposed to get the manager position sometime soon!”

“Oh, that’s good” Adagio, mentally noting she half expected her to have met him working at a taco joint.
Her trained of thought was cut by Sonata letting out a squeak as her hands went to her belly.

“Oh, she’s kicking!”

“Oh, you went to the doctor and found out the gender?”

“No, I just know”

Adagio sighed, figures.