Mister Seapony (aka I want your butt babies)

On a warm summer night, the sun setting down, turning the sky to a soft orange, pink, and purple. The solar light reflecting upon the prairie. The clouds, looking like they come from a painting, looking down on a farm in a small western town called Appleloosa. This certain farm is an apple orchard, and, on that land, lived a couple of stallions.
Braeburn is a working pony with a coat that was so yellow, ponies thought he was made of sunshine. He is kicking apple trees with his back hooves, quickly and powerfully, as his blonde mane becomes more messy. He wipes off the sweat on his forehead with his right, front leg. He looks up, with his emerald green eyes, to the sky to see if his husband is coming back from his Wonderbolt tour around Equestria. He notices a light blue blur quickly going across the sky. Braeburn smiles brightly and waves his hooves at the blur, to get his attention. The pegasus stops in his tracks and starts bolting downwards, trying to land. He seems to be heading towards him faster than expected and crashes right into him. The apples that used to be neatly collected were now spread out everywhere.
"Well there you are, Soarin! I've been waitin' for ya for the past couple weeks!" Braeburn laughed as Soarin is still laying on top of him. He hugs him tightly. Soarin chuckles and blushes embarrassment. "Sorry, about that," He said with a smile,"I was just a bit excited to see you! That's all!"
He kisses his cheek and gets off of him carefully. He helps him up as Brae looks around at the orchard and sees that his apples were spread out everywhere.
"Dagnabbit, Soar! Ya made me lose my apples!" he laughs at him. "At least help me clean up a bit."
"Sure thing, Babe!" Soarin teases, winking at him. Braeburn blushes while picking up his fruit and putting them into baskets.
"Don't ya 'Babe' me, Soar!" He yells while blushing harder. He starts bolting after the blue pony, starting a wild goose chase around the orchard. Brae starts catching up to him, quickly pounding his hooves against the dirt. He then jumps and tackles Soarin. They both laugh at each other while rolling around on the ground. They both poke their heads up together, their bodies still laying on the ground, chuckling to each other.

"Ya make me feel like a little colt again sometimes, ya know?" Braeburn laughs, "It would be kinda nice to have a little foal around sometimes."

Soarin is confused since he felt like that statement just came out of the blue. "What do you mean by that, Brae?" he asks with a chuckle.
"Oh-Oh nothing!" He answers nervously with a smile. "Let's just get these apples stocked up before they go bad." He stands up and looks down at Soarin. "Ya gonna help or not?" He laughs. Soarin stands back up chuckling. "I'm going to help you out!" he answers loudly and happily. He starts to help him clean up the orchard and takes them into the silo. Braeburn follows him and does the same.

"I missed you so much, man," Soarin tells him as he kisses his lips. He kisses back and smiles. "I missed ya too, baby," he replies ", I have an apple pie waiting in the oven just for you by the way." Soarin freezes in excitement and starts following his husband cheerfully as if he were his puppy.

Braeburn takes out the pie carefully and puts it on the table. Soarin reaches for it with his front right leg but Brae smacks his hoof. "Not now, partner! It still needs to cool down now!" He chuckles. His husband just stares at it and waits impatiently. "So as I was saying, I was thinking about havin' a baby," he hesitates but says anyway.

"A wh-what?" Soarin asks, realizing what he said.

"A baby, Soar!" He says with excitement. He just stares at Braeburn in shock. He hesitates to say anything back due to his mixed feelings. He takes a deep breath and whispers to him, "Are you sure we can handle that sort of responsibility, Brae?"

The golden stallion nods his head in excitement as Soarin is still thinking about the idea of having a child around. "I planned retiring from the Wonderbolts a lot later, to be honest," he chuckles nervously. Braeburn looks at him with wide eyes. "I understand but haven't ya ever wanted just a small lil' family?" questioning him.
Soarin chuckles at the thought and starts thinking about it. "I do want a kid someday though," Soarin tells him and Braeburn neighs in happiness. Braeburn hugs him tightly in cheer and kisses his cheek repeatedly. "Should we adopt one or should we hire a surrogate?" Soarin asks him and chuckles as he keeps kissing him.

"Huh? Oh! I was think'n that we could adopt first," Brae answers him happily.
"Okay, babe. We can start looking around tomorrow," Soarin tells him with a relaxed smile, and bolts his eyes over at the pie.
"Yes, you can have it, Soar," Braeburn laughs and lets go of him. Soarin grins excitedly and then smashes his face into the pie; filling and crust is scattered all over the red and white checkered clothed table. Brae smiles at him and laughs at his silliness.

"Are ya okay, Soar?" Braeburn asks.
"This is the best pie you've made yet, babe!" He answers with a mouth full of the sweet, apple pastry.
"Ya said that about my last pie though!" He laughs. Soarin lifts his head and yawns with his apple filling, covered face. Braeburn smiles. He grabs a napkin and helps him wipe his muzzle clean. "Let's get ya to bed, Soar," he tells him and gently nuzzles him.

They go up the wooden stairs, creaking a bit, into their bedroom, with photos on the wall, of them together, in colorful wooden frames. They lay down on the soft bed. "I love you..," Braeburn whispers tiredly and then wrapping his arms around the blue, fluffy pegasus's body. "I love you too, Brae..," he whispers back and kisses his lips gently with a smile. They close their eyes, falling asleep, and hold each other closely.