The next summer we decided to breed Angel to a handsome golden palomino stallion that my dad came across while on a trip in eastern Oregon. Angel had to stay with the stallion for a few months before we could bring her home and have her ultra sounded. Quin missed her terribly while she was away. He was overjoyed when she finally returned and she was just as glad to be back. It would be 11 months before she would foal, but I was already excited about having a foal. My excitement tripled when the vet confirmed and that Angel was in fact pregnant. I couldn't wait to see what the baby would be like. We didn't care what gender the foal was, but we were all hoping that it would be a palomino; what we wished for most of all, was that the foal would be sound and healthy. My excitement died down a bit after a few months, but shot right back up again when Angel's udders started filling with milk, a sign that she would be foaling in two -six weeks. After about two weeks my older sister Annamaria, and I started sleeping in the stable with her. We had turned our old sheep shed into a foaling stall for her, and we had placed a bed right next to Angel's stall. Annamaria and I stayed up all night long eating candy, talking, and playing with Angel. Since the bed was right next to her stall, Angel was able to stick her head over the fence so that we could pet her. Unfortunately though her water trough was also right by the fence, and I have to admit it was a bit gross when she would drink and then stand over us with her mouth open. We screamed and hid under the blankets until the slime shower subsided. Other than the occasional slime shower, the nights I spent with Angel were like heaven to me. Like most horse crazy kids, I had always wanted to sleep in the barn with the horses. However, the nights we spent with angel were rather uneventful. She chose to wait until we weren't there to have her baby. After about a week of sleeping in the barn every night my dad told us to come back to the house because he didn't think she would foal for a couple more weeks. However, the next morning I was awakened by the sound of my mom screaming "Something is happening with Angel! I think she's foaling!". My mom hadn't been over there yet, so she didn't know, but Quin was making a lot of noise so she suspected that Angel was starting to foal. I bolted out bed, through my shoes on, and raced across the field still in my pajama's. When I reached Angel, she was already almost done. Under her tail was an creamy white palomino foal with bright blue eyes. My sister, mother, father and brother arrived shortly after. "it's a palomino!" I shouted gleefully. Angel got up and cleaned her baby off, then Annamaria and Mathew (my brother) helped the foal get up and nurse. Once we got the foal on it's feet, we could see clearly that "it" was in fact a she. My dad named the filly "Peach Champagne" because her coat color reminded him of an elegant drink he had enjoyed in his youth. We called her Peaches for short.

Peaches was just exactly what we had hoped for and more adorable than we ever could have imagined. The next morning we brought Angel up to the arena to give Peaches a chance to run, and boy did she ever. She was very full of energy and very fast. We did this with her everyday until we felt that she was old enough to be let out of her pen into a lager pasture.

The other horses were terribly curious about this new little horse, but we kept them away so that little peaches wouldn't get hurt. Quin, however couldn't' be kept away for long. He was desperate to see Angel and her new baby. When Peaches was about a week old, we introduced her to Quin, keeping him on a lead rope just in case. Geldings are known to get overly curious and accidentally injure foals but Quin was very careful. At first Angel didn't like him getting too close, but she soon got used to him and would let him get closer. Quin quickly adopted Peaches as his own, and became very protective of her.

One day Annamaria tried riding our Tennessee walker, Maverick up the hill to the arena to check on Peaches, Angel and Quin, but she was prevented by a very angry Quin. Standing at only 14hh Quin wasn't exactly a big horse. He had always been the at the bottom of the pecking order, and Maverick at the top. So you can imagine our surprise when Quin turned into a demon horse. He charged towards maverick with his ears flat back and his teeth barred. Annamaria was forced to turn maverick around and run. Quin chased them half way down the road before he stopped. We were all stunned by this change in Quin. He wasn't a mean horse at all, but he wasn't about to let anyone hurt his baby.