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. She’s sof and

been entertained by kids, but this little guy already

over the horse face. It was smooth

“Queen bites if he does not know you,

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

guy.” I squinted my eyes at

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. Ben continued laughing as I placed his legs on

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

sir.”

and a woman whispering made

stranger?” Judging by

hands already propped on her hips.

could be—”

serial killer?”

head at me. Her eyes widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes

but her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her pink tongue flicked between her full

me! Those lips. Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for the love of fuck!

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

gaze landed on my shoulders. “Ben, get 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

“Mommy, this is Thandry.”

get down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean

I tried to

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

I

what?”

cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an asshole, but I never

“I’m not gonna let him hear it.”

Ben to the ground.

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

let’s go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly

I grabbed it instead. 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

forcibly, shooting me a glare.

or maybe not

meet you,

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

Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

said I

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

child, and I know he’s

grabbed both of their hands and walked out of the

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

same direction, to your house, right? So I’m coming with you. I might get

enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with hope.

chance, Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his

intently. “Will you

narrowed. “Of course, what

“Then let me carry your kid.”

my son but I don’t want him to get close to you then you’ll be gone in two days,” Blaine whispered.

“At least make him happy while I’m