TFW...

TFW when the sequel for your short one-shot
written as a quick break between larger projects
that you planned on knocking out in a couple afternoons
has taken a full week-and-a-half of unemployment to write
and is already twice as long as the first one
and is closing in on the length of a full-length fic
and, though though you can see the light at the end of the tunnel
some of the most important scenes still remain
and, though you've already dug deep into the feels
you gotta dig even deeper

c'mon, brokenimage, you can do it

beta readers, start your engines
and expect a link within the next day or two

Preview:

“Daddy!” a small voice cried, high above them. “Lookit me!”
All three of them looked up. Whiskey’s eyes widened, Soft Shoe paled, and Applejack gasped.
“Jonathan Beauregard Appleseed, you get down here this instant!” she barked.
Balanced on top of the antique radio, at the very pinnacle of the stack of furniture in the corner, stood a tiny, bright-red earth colt, absolutely beaming.
“I mean it, Johnny,” Applejack growled, walking towards him. “Get down from there now, or I’ll--”
Johnny grinned, then crouched down a little, sticking his tongue through his teeth.
“Jonathan--” Soft Shoe cut in.
With a joyous squeal, Johnny leapt from the top of the stack, bounced off the sofa with an expensive-sounding sproing, then turned and ran, shrieking with laughter, from the room. Applejack growled and sprinted after him.
Both of them flinched when the front door slammed. Soft Shoe sighed, then sat back on his haunches. “He’ll be okay,” he said, mostly to himself.

I am unreasonably proud of the name "Jonathan Beauregard Appleseed"...