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?”

of me. Come and touch Queen. She’s sof and shinee,”

I’ve never been entertained by kids, but

I ran my hand over the horse

bites if he does not know you, Thandry,” Ben said.

I quickly pulled my hand, making him bark into laughter in

“Hmm, you got me there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes at him.

he was already in my arms. I lifted him up like he weighed 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

I announced as I walked out of the door. “Hold on

sir.”

and a woman whispering

leave him with a stranger?” Judging by

had hands already propped on her hips.

could be—”

serial killer?”

most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes

had the same round small face as Bianca’s but her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders.

 Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for the love of

I shook the thought out of my head and inwardly groaned at how my shitty brain

up there? I told you not to talk to

“Mommy, this is Thandry.”

down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean

as I tried to

at her son then pressed her lips into an angry line.

it,” I dared her.

what?”

“What you’re about to say.” I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an asshole, but I never cuss in front of children.

“I’m not gonna let him

to the ground. “I’m

on how he quickly obeyed

to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly glanced at his mom’s opened hand.

the electricity zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My

forcibly, shooting me a glare.

now, or maybe not

you, Blaine.”

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

“It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

“I said I don’t care!”

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

child, and I know he’s a good and smart kid.”

grabbed both of their hands and walked out of the

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” She hissed. Instead of doing so, I let go of

same direction, to your house, right? So I’m coming with you. I might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I looked at Ben. “Wanna come

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with hope.

mom disagreed, making

and looked at her intently. “Will you do everything to make

course, what

carry your kid.”

get close to you then you’ll be gone in two

him happy while I’m here,” I whispered back.