“Starlight, are you sure you’re alright? Can’t I bring you anything? Maybe something to eat? Or are you thirsty?”
 
“I’m pregnant, not sick, Trix. It’s a bit cold, though. Cm’ere, let’s cuddle.”
 
“…”
 
“Something wrong?”
 
“Do you think I’ll be a good mother? I’m still not sure if I should have this kind of responsibility…I mean I seem all confident on the outside but you know better than anypony that-”
 
“Trixie. Please, stop. I know you very well, yes. And I know you’re not as stuck-up as you used to be. You’re a wonderful pony with a big heart and you’ll be the greatest and most powerful mother that ever existed.”
 
“!!!”
 
“And now cuddle with me.”