The mane six, their husbands, Sweetie Belle, and the foals were in the hospitle for the last time. Rarity and Pocket were nowhere to be seen. Buck, who was now eleven months old, was as big as Ranger. Speeding had finally gotten her cutie mark: a speeding ticket. Rarity and Pocket entered the room full of cradles and walked over to two cradles.

"Meet our son, Tux Sew-do," Rarity said, uncovering a colt with black and white fur that looked like a tuxido. He had sleek black fur.

"And our daughter, Extra Credit," Pocket said, revealing a pink filly with a purple mane. Both the foals were unicorns. The other foals entered to see the twins.

"Aw, twins!" Party and Comic said at once, "Just like us!"

"Extra Credit is a nice name," Word Smith, "It implies intelligence, just like mine."

"Tux Sew-do sounds too fancy," Buck spoke, "Just sayin'."

"I think it's cool," Ranger said.

"Extra Credit sounds like an egghead name," Speeding said.

The foals left, replaced by the parents.

"They're very cute," Twilight whispered.

"I bet Extra Credit will be very smart," Book Worm said.

"Aw, very cute!" Butter and Pinkie said together.

"They look like a pair of hard workers," Applejack smiled.

"But 'bout different things," Simple Ways added.

"It's just like you Sockhead to name your foal something nerdy," Con smiled.

"And like you Rarity to name yours something fashion-y," Rainbow said.

"I like them," Fluttershy said quietly.

"Yeah, they're very nice," Creature said as they left and finally Sweetie Belle entered. She had gotten her cutie mark: a heart with a music note.

"Wow, I'm an aunt," Sweetie Belle said quietly, looking down at the two foals, "They look really nice. Extra Credit looks pretty." Sweetie Belle then left.

A month later, Rarity, Pocket, Tux and Extra were in their house, the Carousel Boutique. Extra was already reading. She had a foal's picture book in front of her. It was about different animals. Pocket was helping her read. Tux was with Rarity, sewing up a little shirt for Tux. Rarity used her magic to weave the needle in and out of the fabric. Tux was watching with interest.

Extra looked up from the book, which she was trying to read aloud to her dad. Her throat was dry from all that reading. She stood up and walked over to the sink and stood on her back hooves, her front hooves against the counter side. Pocket walked over and used his magic to pour Extra a bottle of water. Extra took the bottle in her hooves and drank it all down. A cry came from the other room and Pocket raced in to see Tux sucking on his hoof.

"Tux, darling, you must be careful," Rarity warned, taking Tux's hoof with her own, "He reached out to touch the needle."

"Oh, dear," Pocket said. He rushed off and returned with a box of band-aids. He used his magic to place one on Tux's hoof, "Your mother is right, you could have gotten much more hurt."

"He wouldn't have gotten that hurt," Rarity said, "It's just a needle. He'll be alright. It's like a paper cut. It only hurts for a second."

"Paper cuts sting," Extra walked over. She was very smart, so she had already learned to talk.

"Yes, but only for a second, darling," Rarity hugged her young daughter.

"Yes, I suppose," Extra said. Pocket saw that it was getting late and that the foals should get to bed. The two foals shared a room. Pocket tucked Extra into bed. She slept like her mother had: on her back. Pocket kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight, Extra Credit," Pocket whispered.

"Goodnight, Father," Extra yawned, "Excuse me."

Rarity tucked Tux into his crib. He slept on his side. Rarity kissed his forehead.

"Goodnight, Tux Sew-do," Rarity whispered. Tux yawned but didn't say anything before falling asleep. Rarity and Pocket left, slowly closing the door behind them, and went to bed.