Fluttershy couldn't take it any longer. The gang's punches were too much. Blood and sweat were stinging her cuts. Her bruises were throbbing. Her scream wasn't loud enough to hear. She thought she was going to die.

"Leave me to die." She said to the group of villains. "You've done enough."

She could feel the heartbeat inside her. Her baby. She knew if she took any more pain, the baby wouldn't make it. Tomorrow was her due date

She whispered, "Braeburn..." She lay there, shivering.

Suddenly, she heard hoof steps. She looked up. Her husband was angry.

"Don't hurt my wife!" He fumed. He was breathing heavily and was ready to attack.

"And if we do?"

"You'll be seeing stars, and maybe fire after that."

The gang attacked. Braeburn punched one, and dodged a kick. He lassoed one and punched another. He ran to his wife only to be kicked in a certain area.

Braeburn cowered for a moment then kicked him. All the stallions were unconscious now.

He looked down at Fluttershy, who was cowering with fear. Her hooves were covering her head and her eyes were closed tight. He petted her hair. She blinked and looked up. She cuddled into his chest and cried.

He had bruises all over him and had blood in his mane and tail. Fluttershy kissed him passionately and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, a little yelp came from her and she tensed. She started breathing heavily and she looked up.

"It's coming!"

Braeburn lifted her onto his back and galloped to the hospital back in Appleloosa.

When they got there, Fluttershy squealed. "Somebody get me a FREAKING WHEELCHAIR!" Braeburn jumped at her sudden out burst and talked to the lady at the front desk.

No one questioned why the were covered in bruises and blood. They were too busy panicking for the labor. Braeburn followed them to a room with a bed and a new born crib. Fluttershy was laid onto the bed. She grunted and said, "GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!"

Braeburn held her hoof and told her, "Calm down, sweetheart. The doctor's coming."

"WHERE THE FUDGE IS HE?!"

The doctor ran into the room and got prepared. Fluttershy grunted more. Braeburn was trying to take the pain that came with holding her hoof at the moment.

"Just give me a push for me."

Fluttershy grunted with all her might. Braeburn almost yelled from her squeezing his hoof. She squealed, "I CAN'T DO IT!"

"Yes, you can. Just push."

Before Fluttershy had a chance to complain, they heard a soft cry.

"It's a filly."

The doctor cleaned the foal and wrapped it in a blanket. He gently gave it to Fluttershy.

She panted with relief and caressed the filly's face. She had her mother's yellow coat, eye shape, and quietness, but she had her father's mane color and eye color. She cooed. Fluttershy cried tears of joy. Braeburn smiled at his daughter and she squealed with delight as she was welcomed to the world.

"Welcome, Candy Apple." Fluttershy whispered. Braeburn beamed at the name and it stuck.