“So…” Lyra coughed nervously, sitting up on her bed. “What do you… think?”
“Hm?” Bon-bon asked. It was still incredibly early in the morning, and there was much to do around the bakery, leading both ponies to start their day before even the earliest of stock-brokers would wake up. “Hm.” Bon-bon sighed again, nuzzling deeper into her pillow.
“I mean, I know it’s a lot of work…” Lyra gauged her fiancee’s reaction carefully. She didn’t move from her spot on the bed. “But… when will we ever get another opportunity to do this again? All of the paper work’s been straightened out already! I don’t even know how that happens, but-”
“Lyra, hun…” Bon-bon grumbled. “What are you-” She let out a yawn, still not opening her eyes. “What are you even talking about?”
“Snow!” She whisper-shouted, throwing her legs out to the side of the bed. “She was dropped from the sky onto us!” Bon-bon groaned, and with a head made of lead, sat up on the bed. Lyra dropped her forehooves onto the ground, and began pacing back and forth nervously. “Celestia herself is telling us to take care of this filly, Bonny!”
“Hm.” Bon-bon reached over and flicked on a lamp, illuminating the messy and cluttered room. All through the entire room, there was barely an inch of unoccupied space. While Bon-bon was great at cooking and baking, Lyra had taken up a hobby of researching fanatical, mythological creatures. She had even went as far as to publish a good hoofful of study guides relating to a few. Her most recent one, the creatures known as Changelings, had proven to be a little more than profitable. Especially when those mythological creatures had turned out to be a little bit less than mythological and a little bit more real.
“I mean- we’d have to get things ready, of course. A-And it wouldn’t be permanent. If her parents are ever discovered, then we’d have to give her over.” Lyra developed a steeled face as she frowned, scuffing the floorboards with her hoof in anger. “And they better have a real good reason why Snow was out in the middle of the night like that…”
“She’s a Pegasus.” Bon-bon commented, pushing a hoof into her eye and rubbing. “How are we going to take care of a Pegasus? Neither of us are Pegasi.”
“Well-” Lyra sighed, copying her fiancee and rubbing her eye tiredly. “I mean- Muffins is a Pegasus and a mom. We could ask her.”
“And her kid is a Unicorn.” Bon-bon sat her hoof down and turned her body to face the pacing Lyra.
“But she still would know how to-” Lyra grunted. “We have to do this. It’s just not right for a little filly like that to go on in the world alone. I mean- I don’t mean to be that pony, but the foster care system isn’t known for being fair.”
“With a newborn, we could slowly acclimate with having a little filly around.” Bon-bon noted. They both made eye contact, and she kept going. “But Snow is eight years old. She’s already her own pony. It would be a big change, Lyra. Plus, we don’t even have a room ready.”
“That is such a non-issue.” Lyra sighed. “We just renovate the nursery. We have eight months to figure out where the foal’ll be going, so it’s not like we’re gonna run out of time.”
“Lyra…” Bon-bon sighed. “I just want you to think this through. I mean, really think this through. This isn’t a pet- this is a pony. And what if they can’t locate her parents? What if we’re stuck with her? Then what?”
“Then we take care of her as if she’s our own.” Lyra shrugged, like it was obvious. “You can’t give up on Snow. I carried her to the hospital, bloodied and broken on my back. If we don’t want to take care of her, then how would she feel? Like a burden to us?”
“She would feel like a burden if we took her in, either way.” Bon-bon grunted. “I just want you to really think this through, Lyra. I want you to really, really understand what you’re suggesting.”
“I want to do it.” Lyra said, with new fire and steel in her eyes. “She needs us. I don’t want to do this for me, I want to do it for her.”
Bon-bon was silent for a moment, staring blankly ahead. Then, with a reserved sigh, she laid back down.
“I guess Snow would be pretty fun to be around.” She murmured.
“Are you saying…?”
“I’m not…” Bon-bon groaned. “Fine. Maybe. I mean- I’m just… I’m concerned we’re not going to be able to provide adequate care for her!”
“And why wouldn’t we?” Lyra asked, slowly sinking into her side of the bed. “With this royal stipend we’ll be getting to help take care of her, what possibly could stop us from taking- uh, what was the word you used? Ad-uh-quite? What could stop us from taking ad-uh-quite care of her?”
“Us.” Bon-bon whispered. “What if we’re not ready? What if we think we know what we’re doing, but we really don’t?”
“But that’s the thing, isn’t it? You’ll never know unless you try.” Lyra smiled softly. “And right now, I’m not hearing a lot of trying. Just a lot of giving up.”
“I-” Bon-bon sighed out. “We can… try to take care of her.”
Lyra gave a large, goofy smile, and joined her back into the bed.
“Thank you.” She said, planting a kiss against the back of Bon-bon’s mane. “Thank you.”