A wail in the night woke both Blake and I. Our two year old son whimpered between us. "I've got her." Blake said getting up. I got up taking our son back to his bed. On my way back to the bed I stopped at the nursery door where Blake was with our five month old daughter.
He was sitting there rocking her.
"In your bed
Momma said
Baby's riding off to dreamland
One by one
They've begun
Dance and prance for little baby
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
Running in the night
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little ponies."
I sighed as he continued the song. That was the lullaby that grandpa used to sing me. I sat at the door watching them. She's going to grow up loving horses.
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Summer Rain
General FictionWhen your brother says he's bringing some buddies over for a jackpot and he and them are putting on there at the ranch your grandparents own, things can get rough. Especially when there are twins in the mix. Camellia and her brother, Axel, have bar...
