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?”

“Mommy take care of me. Come and touch Queen.

entertained by kids, but this little guy already

ran my hand over the horse face. It was smooth

if he does not know you, Thandry,”

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

me there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes at him.

walked backward cautiously. In one swift move, 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.

announced as I walked out of

“Yes, sir.”

a woman whispering made me slow my pace.

a stranger?” Judging by her

angry woman had hands already propped on her

“He could be—”

serial killer?”

Her eyes widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Holy shit! She’s Ben’s mom. How wonderful?

her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a

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

cock suddenly thicken. I shook the thought

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

is

Benoyce Arthur. I mean it, now!”

“Wait, Blaine,” I said as I

looking at her son

it,” I dared

what?”

I may be an asshole, but I never cuss in front of

let him hear

“Good.” I bent my knees to squat and place Ben to the ground. “I’m

silently. I admired him on how he quickly obeyed his mom’s words.

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

our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat instantly quickened just the feeling of her delicate

hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare.

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

meet you,

are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at

Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

I don’t care!”

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

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

both of their hands and walked out of the stable.

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

right? So I’m coming with you. I might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible.

enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled

a chance, Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his shoulders

and looked at her intently. “Will

“Of course, what

carry your

to get

“At least make him happy while