The loud crow of a rooster cut through the silent morning at Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack rolled on her pillow, burying her face into it. All the orange mare wanted to do was sleep for just five more minutes. It was Saturday after all, and she got to sleep in on Saturdays. Her ears rang as the rooster gave another croaky caw. Maybe they would have rooster for dinner tonight.

She waited in the silence for the rooster to give another call. Maybe it was telepathic and didn’t want to get eaten, but the animal didn’t crow again. She sighed, rolling again underneath her thick blanket. It was autumn now, and it was getting colder every night. Thank the goddess she had someone to keep her warm for nearly two decades. Soarin’ was out cold as usual, and it would take nothing short of a large explosion to wake him up. She envied his ability to sleep through all the animal noises on the farm, and nearly everything else.

But there was one sure-fire way to get him awake. As she pressed her body up against his, she threw her leg over his hips and climbed on top of him. Soarin’ normally slept without a shirt, and last night was no exception. The farm mare found herself playing with them a little, letting her fingertips become tantalized by the chiseled bumps. Time had been kind to the stallion, although the work she put him through on the farm probably didn’t hurt. A minute or two later she remembered what she was doing and leaned down to Soarin’ and kissed him.

A second later she felt his lips part slightly and kiss her back. Soarin’s eyes opened slowly as they parted. “Morning, friendly,” he said.

“Morning to you too,” the farm mare yawned, nuzzling her nose against his cheek playfully before collapsing on top of him. “I don’t know why I woke you up…”

“Probably because you were bored… or hungry… maybe horny?” Soarin’ asked, listing the first few things that came to mind. “Or maybe you just wanted to wake me up on the only day we’re allowed to sleep in to torture me by sleep depravity, you wicked, wicked, woman.”

“Hmm, guess I’m found out,” she hummed, closing her eyes as she felt around blindly for the stallion’s hand. When she found it, she grasped it, their fingers curling up tightly around one another. “Nah, I’m just awake because that damn rooster wouldn’t stop its gawking.”

“And here I was hoping that you were horny,” Soarin’ sighed.

“Well can’t I be both?” the orange mare grinned, her hand beginning to slide down the stallion’s stomach to his boxers. “I mean, now that you suggest it…”

Before she could get any farther, there was a loud knock at the door. She was about to ask who it was, but the door swung open anyways. While Applejack wondered why they even bothered to knock, a small, speedy blur flapped its way into the room and onto their bed. There was a hard thud on Applejacks back as the intruder decided to land on her back, squishing her into Soarin’.

Applejack looked over her shoulder painfully, seeing the little tyke bouncing on her back. A young Pegasus, no older than five, was staring wide-eyed at the farm mare. She rocked back and forth on her rear end, rolling backwards as she stumbled a bit and brushed some of her dark golden locks out of her emerald green eyes.

“Ginger Gold Apple, what are you doing up so early?” Soarin’ asked, letting Applejack roll off of him as he leaned across the bed and picked up the young foal, giving her a big kiss on her forehead. “Are your brothers up?” She shook her head. “Your sister?” Again, she nodded no. “So what’s the big emergency that couldn’t wait another hour or two?”

“I’m hungry,” the little pony beamed. “Can you make me some pancakes?”

“Can you wait maybe about twenty minutes?” Soarin’ asked. Applejack had been very persuasive earlier and he wouldn’t mind grasping that golden opportunity. “Then Mommy and I will make you all the pancakes you can eat.”

“OK!” Ginger said excitedly, jumping off the bed with a flurry of flaps from her little wings. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes!” She stumbled a little on her landing but she soon took off into the hallway, thankfully closing the door behind her.

The second he heard the door click shut, Soarin’ flipped over on top of Applejack. “Quickly, we only have twenty minutes!”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “You know she’s going to come back in thirty seconds? Kid has no sense of time.”

“You’re right…” Soarin’ thought. “Better skip the foreplay.”

“Cool it, cowboy,” Applejack grinned. “Keep it holstered for now. We got kids to feed.”

Soarin’ groaned, rolling off of AJ and out of bed. “Remind me why we decided to have kids again?”

“Because somepony has a hard time keeping it in his pants…” Applejack teased.

“Hey, I got you a diamond ring, the least you can do is put out a little,” the Pegasus said. “If anything, we’re both to blame for this.”

“I’ll agree to that,” Applejack smiled, looking at her left ring finger where a golden band with a big, fat diamond had sat for nearly twenty years. It reminded her of the greatest decision she had ever made in her life.

There was a loud knock on the door as another one of her decisions made herself known. “Mommy, Daddy! It’s been twenty minutes! Can I have pancakes now?” Ginger Gold shouted from the other side of the door.

“Go wake up your siblings and we’ll be down in a minute, sugar cube!” Applejack called through the door as she threw on an old shirt. She heard the skittering of feet running away from the door. At least their youngest never had problems listening. “C’mon, we better hurry up. Now that I think about it, it’s going to get really late in the day soon.”

“Remember when time didn’t seem to move so fast?” Soarin’ asked as he slipped out of his boxers and put on some proper pajama pants. “Before everything seemed to take forever, but now you snap your fingers and the day is gone.”

“Aww, now don’t get all methodical on me,” the farm mare muttered now dressed enough to leave her room. “Don’t take too long, featherboy.” She said, swinging her door open and slipping out of their room. Applejack took a silent yawn and stretch as she slowly made her way down the hallway. As she did, other doors started to open up as well. The first belonged to her oldest, and the still asleep teenager shuffled out of her room in a bathrobe. Her daughter had a coat as white as the clouds, and a messy mane as violently dark as a red gala. Small clusters of brown freckles littered her nose, and her sleepy eyes cracked open, her green orbs glistening a little as she noticed her mother.

“Morning, Ma…” She muttered in a similar accent to her mother’s and zombie walked to the bathroom. “You making breakfast?”

“Your sister wants pancakes, Snow,” Applejack said, walking past her eldest. “Was mighty keen on it too, so be down in five, OK?”

“Fine,” the young white mare yawned, trying to open the door to the bathroom, but it was locked. “Oh for… Aerial! Come on! Hurry up in there, I got to brush my teeth!”

There was some laughing from within the bathroom, and somepony inside flushed the toilet. “Sorry, can’t hear you, sis! I’m dropping logs!”

Snow Apple let out a whiny growl, banging on the door louder. “You’re so gross! Ma, why can’t we get another bathroom? There’s like a dozen ponies that live here and we’re all sharing one bathroom!”

“Because we share things in this family, but if you have an emergency, you can use your father’s and mine,” Applejack suggested. Her daughter looked like she was going to continue arguing about this, but instead she just turned around and walked back into her room, slamming the door shut. Applejack sighed. “Seventeen-year olds…” She mumbled to herself, heading down the stairs and to the kitchen.

She already had a few ponies waiting for her at the breakfast table. Ginger Gold was waiting eagerly for her breakfast to be served, and next to her was another young foal who was quite hungry as well. Boom was Ginger’s twin brother, though not identical. While Ginger was yellow with blonde locks, Boom was a dirty brown with a dark mane like his father’s. Where the young filly was a Pegasus, Boom was an earth pony. They were both, however, equally energetic and excitable.

“Pancakes!” Boom yelled, he was always a bit of a projector. “You’re making pancakes, right Ma?”

Applejack nodded while bending down and reaching into the cupboards for the pancake mix. “Do y’all think you can give me a hand and grab the milk and eggs? The more you help Ma the faster I can get breakfast going.”

“OK!” The twins said in unison, both making a beeline to the fridge. Ginger carefully fluttered a little off the floor to reach the milk from the top rack of the fridge. She passed down the milk jug to her brother before grabbing the eggs. The two of them handed the ingredients to their mother, rushing back to their seats right after.

As Applejack began to make the pancakes, her other son made his way down the stairs. Aerial Ace, her fourteen-year old, waddled down to join the rest of the waking family. Her eldest son was almost a spitting image of his father, a light blue Pegasus with an oily black mane. They would be twins if it weren’t for the fact that his face was littered with white freckles, making it look like he landed face-first in a can of white paint, and it splattered all over him. Even under his shirt, he had white buildups of pearly spots. Of course this morning he wasn’t wearing a shirt, much to his mother’s displeasure.

“Finished harassing your sister, Ace?” Applejack asked, not even looking over her shoulder while talking to him. “Cause if that’s so, you can mosey on back to your room and put on a shirt. You know the rule, no shirt, no shorts, no breakfast.”

“Aww, c’mon Ma,” Aerial moaned. “I’m tired.”

“And I’m tired of having this argument,” the farm mare said bluntly. “So why don’t we skip the argument and jump straight the part where I threaten to take my shirt off and you go—”

“Ah, goddess, fine!” the young stallion winced, not wanting to picture his mother without any degree of clothing while he marched back up the stairs, passing Snow Apple while he ascended.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Applejack said, greeting her daughter as she poured some of the pancake mix into a frying pan. “Take a seat, breakfast will be ready soon.”

“My breath smells terrible…” The white mare muttered as she took her seat, folding her arms on the table and resting her head in them. “Aerial hid my toothbrush again.”

“Oh for—That kid…” Applejack groaned. “Well, I’m sure you’ll live without brushing your teeth once.”

“But I like having clean teeth…” Snow said, her tongue rummaging around her jaw. “I can already feel yesterday’s dinner griming up and turning into gum rot.”

“Eww!” Ginger spat, sticking her tongue out in disgust. “You have cootie mouth.”

“Ah! Stay away from me!” Boom cried, shuffling his seat away from his older sister. “I don’t want to get infected.”

“Kids!” Applejack snapped. “Enough. No pony has a cootie mouth, so y’all can shut up and stop dragging your seats on the hardwood.” She flipped the last of the pancakes in her pan and plated it. Once there was a steamy, warm stack of flapjacks on the saucer, the farm mare brought the plate over and set it on the table just as Soarin’ made his way down to the breakfast table, followed by Aerial. “Just in time, boys, get them while they’re hot!”

“Mm, looks great, Jackie,” Soarin’ said, leaning over to his wife and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, looks great, Ma,” Aerial Ace said, taking his seat and grabbing nearly a quarter of the stack for himself.

“Save some for the rest of us, pig,” Snow Apple said, grabbing, surprisingly, even more than her brother. “We all have to eat.”

“Ahem…” Applejack frowned, leering down at her two oldest. “Do you mind?”

“Sorry, Ma…” the two said, each scraping the top stack of their pancakes back to the original stack.

Applejack smiled, taking two forks and giving a pancake to each of the twins before dividing the rest of the pancakes between her and her husband. Her family started to dig in as she just took a moment to watch them. It was hard to imagine sometimes how she had fought so hard to unknowingly avoid this. She sometimes wanted to take that time traveling spell Twilight would go on about and punch her 18 year younger self in the jaw for being such an idiot. Still, everything worked out in the end. Through the good and bad times Soarin’ had stuck with her and her him. They made compromises and sacrifices for one another, and the results were four wonderful children.

She poured some syrup on her pancakes and took a bite. Life, just like these syrup soaked delights, was sweet.

Author's Note

And with that, this story is complete. The ending is pretty much as I said, just a short and sweet piece of fluff that you all hopefully enjoyed. Sorry for the lack of smut but I'm saving all of that for the next entry into the Weekendverse... Weekend Rivals: Rarity vs. Applejack

That's going to be fun :D I hope you guys check it out. I have the first chapter finished and am working on the second, but I want to get some cover art done first before uploading it so patience please.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this story! Sorry it took so long to complete.