She is the smurfiest smurf I've ever seen thought Pinky Smurf. But would the smurf he had had a crush on since high school go for such a weirdo like him? Pinky was the only smurf who wasn't blue, he wasn't even a color that was that close to blue. No, Pinky was pink (his parents were very creative with his name). No one was really sure why, both of his parents were blue and their parents, and so on and so forth. No one had ever been particularly mean to Pinky about this, but he couldn't help but feel that he didn't belong. He, quite literally, stood out in a crowd. As he got older, this gave him some amount of confidence. He was unique, a rarity, surely that made him cool? It hadn't helped him much with girl smurfs though.
So as he kept glancing at Starry Smurf, sitting across from him in the cafe he'd walked into, he wasn't sure what to do. What if she thought we wasn't rare, but just a pink oddball? Well, he thought, you don't know until you try.
"Hi, Starry, I don't know if you know me, but I'm Pinky Smurf, we went to high school together," Pinky said, introducing himself.
Starry smiled kindly at him, "Yes, you're pretty recognizable. And hard to forget." She winked at him.
"Ah, well yes. Well I was wondering if you would maybe like to go see a movie sometime," stammered Pinky.
"That sounds smurftastic," replied Starry.
And, as they say, the rest was history. Starry and Pinky began to date and before people knew it they were married. Not too long after, Starry and Pinky found out they were going to have a baby. When their baby was born, she came out a beautiful light shade of purple.
Pinky and Starry looked at each other and smiled. They hadn't really known what to expect, since no one knew why Pinky was even pink in the first place. They actually mostly thought that their baby would be blue, like Starry. But seeing their baby her own unique shade made them happy.
"What should we name her?" asked Pinky as he rocked her gently.
"Well there is always Violet," said Starry, somewhat teasing.
"A little on the nose, don't you think?" joked Pinky.
"You're one to talk, Pinky."
Pinky laughed and handed the baby to Starry, who cradled her softly. "We would always name her Cyan or some other shade of blue."
"That may be confusing," laughed Starry.
"But also, very funny." Pinky looked at his wife and daughter and was perfectly content. He knew he should probably put the joking aside. Naming their daughter, while fun, shouldn't end up being a joke. "We could name her after your mother, Smurfette."
"Hmmm," said Starry looking down at her purple baby, "Smurfette." She looked back up at Pinky, "You know, I think my mom would really like that."
Pinky beamed back at her, glad to have found the smurfiest solution.
"Besides," said Starry, "since this little girl here is the first grandkid, we get to have dibs on that name."
"That's right," said Pinky, "what other sons and daughters-in-law can measure up to me, the smurf who suggested naming his first born Smurfette?"
"None could ever," said Starry smiling.
Pinky bent down and kissed Smurfette's forehead and then Starry's.
"And none should ever try."
(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)
So as he kept glancing at Starry Smurf, sitting across from him in the cafe he'd walked into, he wasn't sure what to do. What if she thought we wasn't rare, but just a pink oddball? Well, he thought, you don't know until you try.
"Hi, Starry, I don't know if you know me, but I'm Pinky Smurf, we went to high school together," Pinky said, introducing himself.
Starry smiled kindly at him, "Yes, you're pretty recognizable. And hard to forget." She winked at him.
"Ah, well yes. Well I was wondering if you would maybe like to go see a movie sometime," stammered Pinky.
"That sounds smurftastic," replied Starry.
And, as they say, the rest was history. Starry and Pinky began to date and before people knew it they were married. Not too long after, Starry and Pinky found out they were going to have a baby. When their baby was born, she came out a beautiful light shade of purple.
Pinky and Starry looked at each other and smiled. They hadn't really known what to expect, since no one knew why Pinky was even pink in the first place. They actually mostly thought that their baby would be blue, like Starry. But seeing their baby her own unique shade made them happy.
"What should we name her?" asked Pinky as he rocked her gently.
"Well there is always Violet," said Starry, somewhat teasing.
"A little on the nose, don't you think?" joked Pinky.
"You're one to talk, Pinky."
Pinky laughed and handed the baby to Starry, who cradled her softly. "We would always name her Cyan or some other shade of blue."
"That may be confusing," laughed Starry.
"But also, very funny." Pinky looked at his wife and daughter and was perfectly content. He knew he should probably put the joking aside. Naming their daughter, while fun, shouldn't end up being a joke. "We could name her after your mother, Smurfette."
"Hmmm," said Starry looking down at her purple baby, "Smurfette." She looked back up at Pinky, "You know, I think my mom would really like that."
Pinky beamed back at her, glad to have found the smurfiest solution.
"Besides," said Starry, "since this little girl here is the first grandkid, we get to have dibs on that name."
"That's right," said Pinky, "what other sons and daughters-in-law can measure up to me, the smurf who suggested naming his first born Smurfette?"
"None could ever," said Starry smiling.
Pinky bent down and kissed Smurfette's forehead and then Starry's.
"And none should ever try."
(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)
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