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Imperial Ink rolled over, putting his arm out to wrap around the figure that is usually beside him. His hoof hits the empty mattress. Groaning, he rolls over, opening one eye while he patted down the bed. Maybe he'd dreamed she'd spent the night last night. After all, it wasn't as if it was every night kind of thing. The other side of the bed was still slightly warm. Ink gathered the second pillow into his arms and inhales. The smell of her shampoo was still fresh on the pillow case.

No, she'd definately spent the night.

Ink murmured happily as he took in the scent of Moth-Drop's soap. It was becoming a familar scent that made him feel relaxed and put him in a pleasent mood. He missed it when she hadn't been over in awhile, he'd missed her...

Ink's eyes snap open and he pushes the pillow away, shaking his head hard. No, no, no, no, these were dangerious thoughts and feelings to have. Non, non, non.

Rolling out of bed, Ink stretched and set his mind on other things to distract himself. A custom peice he drew needed the customer's first draft approval, there was a woman coming in to have her new born's name and birthdate tattoo'd on her arm.

Kids...

C.C. just had her kids...

Nope, nope, nope. Not going there, not doing this.

In the bathroom, Ink splashed cold water on his face, combed out his mane and tail, and spritzed his light cologne on his hair. The slightly woodsy scent replaced the flowery smell from Moth in Ink's nose.

It was best she'd left early that morning. His head was messed up and trying to put on a happy act for Moth would be too hard. Yawning, he heads into the kitchen to make something to eat when the smell finally hits him. Bacon, fruit, pastry, someone was already up and cooking.

Entering the kitchen, he sees her, the pegasus at his stove, flipping a crepe over the skillet.

"Morning Moth. You...you didn't 'ave to do zat."

Damn.

Ink felt a blush creep up into his neck and face. Damnit she was so cute. He uncharacteristically edged shyly up next to her, nipping a berry from the bowl and popped it in his mouth. The sugar dulled the tart of the berry just a little bit, making it sweet but with just a little tart note at the end. Moth was good at these things. In his house Negative cooked and sweets usually came from the city because his dad couldn't quite get the same handle baking as he did everything else.

"You're future huzband would be a lucky zstallion if you cooked like zis for 'im all ze time.." it slipped his mouth before he brain caught it and he felt himself going bright again. He moved quickly to the nook where a small table enough for two phony (maybe three if it was a foal) over looked the street where his tattoo parlor was based. On the street below, a stallion walked by with four little foals running circles around his legs. Two of them ran head long into each other and started arguing and the third nearly tripped his father as he went to break up the two fighting. The fourth just sort of rolled her eyes at the whole situation.

"I don't underztand ze appeal..." he said to no one in particular.

Ink felt badly. Moth had told him about her absent family, and dredging up those feelings while he wrestled with the idea of families and the fact that many of his friends were settling down now wasn't nice of him.

"Je suis désolé mon cher." Ink said, nuzzling her ear. "I did not mean to make you zad about your family..I zink zat you would be a great mothzer.."

He turned his gaze back to the retreating family. The foals seem to have already forgotten their squabble and were busy chasing each other in circles again.

"I cannot imagine 'aving a family..iz zat bad? I do not know if I could ever be married and do zose zings like 'appy familiez do..it zeemz zo...zo...zlow and boring.." Ink didn't know quite how to frame his feelings, even though they'd been nagging at him since his bestie Draft Punk got married.

Ink smiled at little at Moth's words. Of course he would have the best looking kids ever. His pedigree was full of beauty and if the mother was beautiful too, well... But those were the easier parts weren't they? The making and the having. The parts where children were around EVERYDAY that made Ink sort of twitch. His life was very free, he did and saw who and when he wanted, whenever he wanted. Only getting..fond..of somephony put any sort of breaks on it.

"I don't know about ze fine parent part.." Ink said, getting up and splitting the breakfast that was rapidly getting cold between two plates, serving Moth as his tiny two person table. Sitting down with his own plate, he remarked; "It zeemz very..repetitive..everyday ze children are zere. Zey need you to feed zem and make zure zey don't get into danger or trouble and to guide zem.." He'd helped a couple babbens with projects or situations that he later learned helped them achieve their cutie marks, but he couldn't imagine being any sort of moral compass for foals looking to HIM for most of their support and guiding.

"I zink I would 'ave to 'ave an exceptional partner in order to even conzider. I'm not ze most ah..appropriate role model.." he chuckled, taking a mouthful of crepe.

"I am pretty 'appy when I'm with you.." Ink said, polishing off his plate "Maybe you can 'elp me wiz zoze zingz." He tapped his chin thoughtfully and then grinned. "Ah zat iz it!"

Ink walked over beside Moth and got on his knees, took one of Moth's forelegs and kissed up it. "You muzt zhow me 'ow! You muzt me ze wayz of beizing a good role model!" He said it in a sing song way and was half way serious about it. "Maybe wiz a mare like you az zeire mothzer, zome foalz of mine would not come out so badly!" Again, there was a strong note of sincerity and seriousness to it, he looked her in the eye as he said it, even if he was wearing a smart a** grin. "Oh Moth mon cher, show me, teach me, I want to learn. I will be your devoted ztudent." he continue to sing as he buried his nose into her her hair and shoulder, nuzzling it affectionately and playfully.