Your Mother was a Hamster and Your Father Smelt of Elderberries

The final month rolled around the corner. It's five in the morning, and Braeburn is quickly packing diapers and other baby products. "Babe, calm down! You need to chill! He probably isn't even out yet!" Soarin tries to calm him down as Brae shoves items into a bag. "You never know, babe.! He's probably here or could be any minute.!" Braeburn panics and looks over at him. "Go to the nursery to see if we missed anything!" the yellow pony demands.
Soarin goes into the baby's room and looks around. The room decorated with sky colored walls and clouds, toys, furniture painted blue, and the homemade cradle. He goes through the drawers, looking for anything they need before they go. "I think we got everything we needed!" Soarin yells, since Brae is in the other bedroom. "Good! We need to get going!" Braeburn freaks out and grabs his bag.

He starts to gallop down the stairs and then trips over his own hooves. He falls down the stairs and then landing right on his stomach. "Brae! Are you okay?" Soarin worries as he quickly flies down to him. He helps him up and takes the bag for him. "Yeah, I'm all right. Thank you," Brae chuckles, rubbing his head with his hoof. Soarin laughs a bit and opens the front door for Braeburn. They go outside and to the train station. They get their tickets and get on the train.

They finally get to Canterlot and run to the hospital with the bag. They burst through the double doors and past the waiting room, down the white, tile hallways. A nurse trots over and stops them. "Where in the world are you two going?" she asks in a strange Boston like accent, with a face of disbelief. "We are trying to find Rain Dance!" Soarin answered while panting. "Well, no need to rush.! Jeez! I can just take you to her.!" the nurse takes them to Rain's room.
"Are you ready, Babe.?" Soarin asks Brae and he nods with a smile. The yellow pony slowly opens the door and walks over to the bed. Rain Dance looks up at them with the small blue, winged foal with blue eyes and blond mane. The small colt yawns and they both smile. "Oh.. He's beautiful.!" Braeburn awes over him, with a gentle voice, as he looks down at him, wrapped in a small blue blanket. Soarin pus down the bag, reaches down to him and picks him up slowly. He sits in a chair by the bed and holds him close. "So when should we take him home.?" Brae asks. The mother pauses when she hears those words. "To be honest.. I wanted to keep him," she replies nervously and they both look over at her.
"What do you mean?" Soarin asks with a confused look.
"I don't want to give him up," Rain says with a bit of anger.
"We don't want to give him up either.!" Soarin becomes frustrated with her.
"I have been carrying him and I want to keep him!" she starts to choke up.
"We have been trying so hard to have a kid you don't know what stress we have been going through!" he starts to yell and Braeburn flinches in fear.
"I have bonded so close to that child! You don't know what it's like having to give up your own flesh and blood!" she starts to yell. They both fight and Braeburn starts to whimper. They both pause for a bit and Soarin looks over to Brae.
As Soarin was about to say something, Braeburn interrupts with a voice of defeat, " You can keep him.." He takes the baby from his husband's arms and gives the colt back to her. He walks out of the hospital room. "Brae..?" Soar worries about him and tries to catch up with him.
"Babe, are you okay?" Soarin asks as he watches his lover slowly break down. Braeburn puts covers his face slowly with his hooves. He starts quietly sob. Tears stinging his skin. Soarin gasps a bit and holds him close as a tiny puddle of salt water forms on the tile ground. Soar tells him with a soft voice, "I can get him back.."
"No.. I-It's fine, babe. We were never meant to be parents..," Braeburn mutters with tears dripping down his cheeks. "Don't say that.. We have worked so hard to get ready for this child..," he tries to comfort him but Brae just replies with, "Let's just go home.."
Soarin sighs and nods. He goes back in to grab his bag but then takes all the stuff out of it for her. "Good luck, Rain," he sighs as he take the empty bag and walks out. They walk out of the hospital and go home. Braeburn walks up the stairs, walks to the right, down to the nursery. Soarin follows him but sees he's just sitting in the middle of the room. Soar just stands at the doorway and folds his ears down in sorrow.

"Babe, please.," Soarin says to him as he walks over to him, trying to calm him down. Braeburn just sits there in hopelessness. He tries to wrap a wing around him but Brae pushes him away gently, still staring around at the room. He becomes more worried about him.
"Brae.. Please, answer me.!" Soarin cries for him and he's still silent. Brae slumps his head down and whimpers. Soarin tries to get him to stand. "Let me take you to bed at least..," Soar begs him and successfully takes him to the bedroom. Brae flops onto the bed and freezes except for his breathing.
"Just rest, babe..," Soarin whispers to him, trying to be comforting.