Xandry

XANDRY

This place was surprisingly incredible. I didn’t even know that a barn and horse stable would ever get my interest, not until tonight.

Bob and his family bred, trained, and sell horses. They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance.

The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner.

“That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

Then he went to the next stall with a little darker than Applejack’s chestnut, but with finely chiseled bone structure and arched neck. “That’s Blaine’s—”

“That’s Mommy’s Queen,” said the boy named Ben.

“Mommy?”

“Yes. That’s mommy’s,” Ben repeated.

Wait, Blaine is a mother? And this boy is her son? I thought—shit! Yeah, he called Bob Dada. So, why am I so surprised? Maybe because Blaine was younger than Bianca to have a four or five-year-old boy.

“Arabian horse. I bought that from Dubai four years ago. Queen already bred.”

“How long does it takes to have a baby horse?”

“A foal, Xandry. Eleven months,” Bob chuckled.

I knew a lot of cars but not a damn horse, old man. I chuckled inwardly.

“Thandry, Mommy’s beautiful, right?” Ben pulled my finger, making me look down at him.

“Your mom?” I discreetly smirked.

“No, the horse.” He jumped pointing his tiny finger at the horse.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous.”

“No, it’s a he, Thandry,” he eagerly corrected me.

Bob and I laughed at how he called my name. “Yes, he’s gorgeous. Wanna touch him?”

“No, but I rode with him before.”

“Are you even allowed to ride alone, little guy?” I ruffled his dark blond hair.

“Blaine took him with her. She was an equestrienne before she got pregnant with Ben.” Bob’s voice suddenly dropped, and I wondered how did she look like riding a horse.

“Why did she stop?”

Come and touch Queen.

been entertained by kids, but this

hand over the horse

“Queen bites if he does not know

I quickly pulled my hand, making him bark

you got me there, little guy.”

nothing, and it made me easier to swing him over my shoulder like a sack. He giggled at my back, grabbing a handful of my hair. Ben continued laughing as

“Let’s go home,” I announced as I walked out of the door. “Hold

“Yes, sir.”

and a woman whispering

stranger?” Judging by her voice, the woman was

had hands already propped on

could

“A serial

woman snapped her head at me. Her eyes widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever

but her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on

me! Those lips. Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for

the thought out of my head and inwardly groaned at how my

down. What do you think you’re you doing up there? I told you not to talk to a stranger, Ben. You’re not gonna have Mom’s cookies tonight!” She tried to pull Ben down, but I was too tall for her five three or four

this is Thandry.”

“Just get down, Benoyce Arthur.

“Wait, Blaine,” I said as I tried to

as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into an angry line.

“Say it,” I dared her.

“Say what?”

challenging her. I may be an asshole, but I

let him hear it.”

the ground.

admired him on how he quickly obeyed

“Come here, Ben, let’s go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab

Tighter. And let the electricity zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat instantly quickened just the feeling of her delicate skin on

pulled her hand back forcibly,

yet, not now, or maybe not ever because she feels so damn

meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our

you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and calmly said, “Come here, big guy,”

“It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

said I don’t care!”

“Do care about your child then, sweetheart. He’s a good kid.” I gave

my child, and I

their hands and walked

Instead of doing so, I let go of Ben’s hand and closed the

coming with you. I might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I looked at Ben. “Wanna come

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes

mom disagreed, making his shoulders sag.

at her intently.

eyes narrowed. “Of course, what stup—id question is that?”

me carry your

want him to get close to you

happy while