✓ [18+] EVERY LITTLE THING

X L I I . B O N D E D

EVERY LITTLE THING
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X L I I . B O N D E D

S A R A H

"Is she going to be okay?" Lance asks me with a deeply rooted frown, concern etched across his face.

He's sitting up on the railings of the large stall we are currently overtaking for Pearl's birthing at Roberts' Stables. She's a beautiful all dark brown mustang with a thin white patch that runs along the front of her face. I've been looking forward to this all week which has kept me preoccupied and my mind left in a haze, putting it on zombie mode.

"Yes, she's just fine and so is her baby. See?" I point out as the foal begins to stand, wobbling legs and all. Pearl watches closely as her youngling begins to walk all on its own only minutes old.

"That's so cool! They can walk right after being born?" Caleb asks, sitting next to Lance.

"Yes, they're precocial," I smile and all three boys sitting on the railing look at me with confusion. "It just means they're born more advanced than say humans are. That's why they're able to feed themselves and run around right away."

"Oh." They all nod their heads like now it all makes sense. I can't help the laugh that escapes me at their expense.

"This is so cool, Aunt Sarah. So much better than going to school," Sam chuckles and I smirk.

"You had today off for the holiday. It's not like I dragged you three out of class," I shrug and lean back against the railing they're sitting on as Doctor Pierce and I observe from afar.

The delivery of Pearl's foal went flawlessly and now we are just waiting for the afterbirth to be passed so we can finish with the cleanup. Right now, it's time for mother and baby to bond together as they prepare for their first feeding. I smile to myself, excited deep down because this is my first time witnessing a baby horse being born.

Back in New York, I witnessed a calf being born during school, which is more or less the same but there's just something different about a horse. Maybe because I grew up around them as a kid when my parents or aunt and uncle would bring me out here, so I got attached. It was actually then that I got the intuition to be a veterinarian. Taking care of animals, it was my calling.

Another fifteen minutes pass and by then, the rest of the birthing process is completed and both Doctor Pierce and I have finished cleaning up the messy stall, with the help of the stable workers. I'm finishing up washing my hands and arms when I look over at the boys. They are now watching Pearl and her foal walk around, who have been moved to a cleaner, smaller stall.

"You guys want lunch? Or was watching a live birth too much for your guts?" I grin.

"Heck no! We are men. I could eat a ten-pound steak right now and not even throw up," Sam sneers while flexing his nonexistent muscles.

"Yeah, we're Gucci, Sarah," Lance throws up his fist and I laugh. Like bent over, slapping my knee laugh.

"Oh, my lord, don't ever say that again," I wheeze while shaking my head. "Gucci," I spit with amusement.