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Fuwa leaned into Toxic's touch and found herself left deep in thought. She knew he was only joking, of course, but the thought of foals brought bubbles to her belly. Her eyes became distant and she nodded along vaguely to what Toxic was saying, saltwater, yes that would be best for Dyno too... But the thought of having baskets to care for kept weighing on her mind.
She couldn't trust Dyno to look after foals, not as any sort of a father figure. Dyno always seemed so youthful and foal-like at heart, she couldn't imagine that he'd want to be anything to the foals except maybe an older brother. Toxic, to her knowledge, didn't actually want foals either. It wasn't something any of them had openly discussed before. Toxic's attention seemed to be perfectly preoccupied with Fuwafuwa and Dyno Phish and while she had no doubt that he would dote and fiercely protect any baskets that came of their magics intertwining, she found herself riddled with worry.
She would have to be the mother then - and maybe the father too. She sighed softly. Often when Dyno and Toxic would go off by themselves, as was most frequent, she would be left to her own devices, cleaning their home and doing meal prep. She was loathe to admit it, but she understood that as the second treasure to come into Toxic's grasp, that she was also the second favorite. She often felt isolated or left out, because she couldn't keep up with their flirting and witty banter.
She sniffled and surprised herself, she hadn't realized that she'd gone teary eyed. Reaching up a hoof to hurriedly wipe away her tears, Fuwa drifted closer to Toxic's side. Maybe it would be easier for her, better even, if there were foals to raise. Then, perhaps, she wouldn't feel entirely like the third wheel in her own relationship.
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