Mister Seapony (aka I want your butt babies)

Months go by, and Braeburn is bucking at the trees in the hot sun. Sweat beads are dripping down his forehead as the apples rain from the branches. He's notices the mail pony coming towards the barn house. He trots over to him. "Howdy! What do we have today?" he greets him with a smile. The mail pony reaches into his bag and takes out a few envelopes. "Just a few things, Brae! Maybe some exciting news," He responds as he hands them over. Brae gasps and grabs them out of his hooves. He takes them inside quickly to look through them. He sits on the couch to look through them.
"Bill. Bill. Bill. Bill," he mutters to himself until he gasps as he gets to the clinic's result. He rips the envelope open. He starts to read it and his eyes widen. "It's a boy.!" he cheers and laughs in joy. He jumps up on the couch in joy, throwing the mail everywhere. The letters are flying all around in the living room.
"I need to tell him about this.!" he tells himself and looks over at the clock. It's four o'clock in the afternoon. He should be coming home very soon from practice. He hears a jet like sound from outside and he immediately runs outside. Soarin lands quickly and stably. "Hey, look! I didn't crash into you this time!" he laughs and Brae comes over to him quickly.
"It's a boy, Soar! It's a boy!" Braeburn cheers and tackle-hugs him while chuckling. "Oomph! We're having boy?" Soarin questions in shock as he collapses to the ground with him on top. "Well, that's awesome news!" he responds with happiness in his voice. Braeburn neighs in joy and jumps off of him. "You gotta help me with the crib, Soar! It's gonna be made of pure Apple wood!" he laughs in excitement.

"Okay! Okay! I'll help with making it!" Soarin laughs and goes in to the barn with Braeburn. Their hooves feel the hay on the ground. Brae grabs a saw that requires two ponies to cut. He takes the saw down from the wall and they go out to the orchard. They go to one of the older trees and jab the saw into the trunk.
Braeburn and Soarin start to pull back and forth to saw the tree. They keep going until the trunk gets thin enough to timber. They both walk back as the tree falls down to the ground. They saw off the tree top and carry it, together, back to the barn with the saw.
As hours pass, they create the rocking crib. Brae burn starts painting apples and clouds on the crib. Soarin grabs a paintbrush and helps him paint it. He paints both of their cutiemarks on the inside of the crib, where it would be right above the baby's head. Braeburn smiles at Soarin, adoring the design he gave the adorable furniture.
Braeburn wraps an arm around Soarin. "Should I get started on his blanket?" Brae asks him with a warm smile.
"We still have many months to go, Babe," Soarin laughs and puts a sheet over the crib. "Help me take this into the farm house!" Braeburn takes the crib and puts it on Soar's back. They walk into the house with the crib and go upstairs to the empty, new bedroom. He sets it down in the room. Braeburn steps inside the room, behind him. "We will need to be painting the walls too won't we?" Brae laughs and goes up to the pegasus.
Soarin looks over at him and tells him with a little chuckle, "I'll get the paint." He flies back to the barn. Braeburn waits for him as he admires the crib and then pokes it with his hoof to rock it a bit. He starts to daydream and a smile grows on his face.
Soarin comes back with the paint and puts it down by the yellow stallion. Braeburn picks up one of the paintbrushes that is dripping with sky blue paint. He starts to spread the color on the walls of the nursery. "Need any help, Brae?" Soarin asks with a little laugh.
"That would be quite nice right now, Soar!" Braeburn laughs as an answer and Soarin goes to pick up one of the paintbrushes covered in blue. He goes to help with the walls.
Hours go by. The sun sets down creating the orange clouds in the sky. They look back at their work on the room. The blue painted nursery, with white fluffy clouds on the wall, and the decorated crib in the room. "Oh sweet Celestia.. I can't wait," Braeburn mutters to himself and smiles at Soarin. He looks back at him and grins. "You do know this is going to change our lives forever, man?" Soarin asks with a chuckle. "Oh! I know, babe, but we are going to be great dads though," Braeburn answers with a laugh, "Don't you worry about it."
Soarin smiles and starts to pop one wing up. "Random question, do you remember how we met?" He teasingly asks.
"Oh I remember. Ya used to be a jock from the Cloudsdale High School and I was the poor farm colt. Ya always pestered me, I swear," Braeburn laughs a bit.
"That's right! Remember our first date though?" he asks him with a mischievous grin coming onto his face.
"You mean that night that we were buck'n uglies under the moonlight until my ma found us? How could I forget, babe?" Braeburn snickers and gets closer to him. He blushes heavily as he gets his body wrapped in Soar's soft blue feathers. "We have gone a far way haven't we, babe?" Soarin asks as he nuzzles his fluffy yellow neck. Braeburn nods and kisses his lips. They both blush and the farm pony reaches over his head. He nibbles his ear a bit.
Soarin chuckles and takes him to the bedroom. "Let's get some rest, babe.," Soar yawns exhaustingly. Braeburn keeps trying to excite him. "Not even just a little nibble, my blue bird.?" Brae asks him in a girly tone. Soarin nuzzles him and takes him to bed. "Not tonight, babe. That really ran down my energy.!" he chuckles tiredly. "Well, alright, babe.. Maybe tomorrow.?" Braeburn asks as he pets his cheek. "We can do it tomorrow definitely, babe," he answers him with a kiss. Soar rolls over and falls asleep. Soon, Braeburn did the same but fell asleep with a smile.