Button Mash slumped down on the couch next to Rumble. The fact that Rumble wasn't playing and had left the controller completely unclaimed didn't even register with him. There was way too much going through his mind at the moment to think about playing the new game ... much less being able to actually focus on it and win.

Mostly, he stared over toward the kitchen, where his mom and Misty Breeze plopped cookie dough onto trays and chatted quietly with each other, often broken up by not-so-quiet giggles. What were they talking about in there? How could Misty Breeze be so casual and carefree after experiencing something so breathtakingly incredible? And ... had she washed her hooves before rolling that cookie dough?

Button ran his hoof through his mane, wiping away sweat that wasn't there. Then his heart stopped as the realization slammed into him. Something else wasn't there! His cap! Where was his cap?

He frantically looked all around him, all around the room, and then it hit him. He froze. Misty Breeze had knocked it off his head when she ... when she... No, he wasn't ready to think about that, not yet.

The important part was that he'd completely forgotten his propeller beanie! Now it was sitting there, somewhere on Misty Breeze's bed. What if somepony found it there? What if Rumble found it there?

Slowly, dreading to think what might happen if Rumble found out what Button had done with the other colt's mom, Button turned to look at him. His back was so tense! It felt like Rumble might know what he'd done just by looking at him.

Only ... when he finally took a good look at Rumble, he immediately recognized that distant, glazed-over look in the other colt's eyes. It was the same lost-at-sea feeling he'd just been going through moments before.

And if he was feeling the same thing, it was probably for the same reason, right?

Wait, no. No no no! That couldn't be right, could it? Mom wouldn't do something like that, and definitely not with Rumble, right?

He instantly looked back through the kitchen door, spotting his mother carefully holding the cookie tray between her teeth and putting it into the oven. As she straightened back up again and shut the oven door, Misty Breeze came over to her, nudging her side and whispering something. Both of them giggled again.

There was still no way he could know exactly what they were saying ... but it seemed clear enough. It had to be some joke about how Misty Breeze first enticed him that way, bending over in front of the oven.

His heart hammered in his chest and he looked back over at Rumble again.

Rumble had been looking at him, but instantly looked away as soon as their eyes met. His grey cheeks reddened significantly.

Of all the... He fell back against the backrest of the couch again. Mom had done it – she'd really done it! She'd been doing just what he and Misty Breeze did ... but with Rumble. What the hay? What the actual hay?

Should he say something? Ask Rumble about it? No way. He couldn't. And what if he was wrong about what Mom and Rumble had done while they were alone here? He couldn’t bring something like that up. Better to just stay quiet. Very quiet.

So quiet, in fact, that he was able to make out a little bit of the conversation from the kitchen. “So,” Misty Breeze whispered, “can I expect grandbabies in my future now?”

Mom let out another one of those giggles and rubbed her belly. “Oh... I think you can expect a grandbaby or two very soon.”

Misty Breeze gasped and a heartbeat later, the two of them broke into another fit of giggling together.

Okay, what had Miss Cheerilee been teaching his class about solving problems? Break things into manageable tasks and take things one at a time. Sure, he could do that. He had to do that, or he'd end up sitting here on the couch forever, overwhelmed with it all. First, he had to get his propeller cap back from Misty Breeze's house. Second, he'd make sure to never talk to Rumble ever again ... that should probably take care of it. And third... He felt a little twitch between his hind legs and quickly moved to cross his forelegs over himself, just in case anything popped up down there. Third, he had to find himself a special somepony!

Asking Mom for help with that was out of the question. It was going to be quite a while before he'd be able to look at her again without thinking about her and Rumble ... doing things. But there were plenty of other ponies in Ponyville who'd probably be able to help him. Maybe the Cutie Mark Crusaders? He'd heard that they were pretty good about solving problems for ponies...

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