Anon didn’t care. He was beyond excited to start a family with Zecora. Sure, his days of being a playboy with mares was over—he was spoken for now after all! But spending more time with Zecora, making her laugh, ogling the inevitable amazing look of her pregnant body, and much much more, had him holding only high hopes for the future. He had done it, he had found the perfect mare, and she was sitting in front of him this entire time. He cherished Zecora for so long, and finally, it had come full circle. Though, most importantly, as he laid in the bed, with her now quietly snoring beside him, one thing was clear. 