“What in tarnation is so important you had to do all of this for?”
Soarin giggled, tugging on Braeburn’s hoof. “Hey, trust me man, it’s going to be worth it.”
Braeburn grumbled, pulling gently on his blindfold. “...better not be like your last surprise.”
“Oh, trust me, it’s way, way better!” Soarin let go of his hoof to pull the barn doors open with a grunt. “Come on, this way.”
As Braeburn trotted into the barn, Soarin yanked his blindfold off. Braeburn glared at him and adjusted his hat, before turning his attention to the draped object in the center of the barn. “What’s this?”
Soarin trotted around the easel in circles giddily. “This is my masterpiece. My gift from me to you. A treasure! Something you’ll cherish forever and always!” He seized the sheet in his mouth and yanked it off. “Ta-da!”
Braeburn’s eyes went wide as he stared at the painting. “It… it’s beautiful,” he whispered, walking towards it.
“You like it? I incorporated all of those colors you were talking about when we went stargazing,” Soarin said proudly. “Of course Spits wasn’t too happy since I missed a few practices doing this, but hey, I told her--”
He was cut off when Braeburn grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. “I love it, you big oaf,” he whispered.
“Good,” replied Soarin as he nuzzled Braeburn lovingly. “Happy birthday, cowpony. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Braeburn replied. “Forever and always.”
“Forever and always.”