CHAPTER NINETEEN

Rory is sitting on the hay, close to a sleeping horse. When asked, "What gives? " I inquire.

When he sees the opportunity, he leaps. God bless you, Jesus. Why are you even here, exactly? After sweeping the hay off his jeans, he gets up from the floor.

I'm attempting to put him to sleep, but he wants to see the horse up close because he's so fascinated by them.

I was holding Lucas when Rory came up to me and took him. Let me tell you about Gert, my favorite pretty young thing," he adds. He guides Lucas's little hands as he rubs the brown horse in the next stall and smiles softly at him. Then his gaze turns to mine.

"Stella down there is really cranky at the minute; she's expecting her foal anytime - A classic temperamental woman," he said with a smirk, and I chuckled sarcastically.

I reach out my hand and pet the horse alongside Lucas, nudging Rory with my shoulder. So, you have to stay up all night to monitor the laboring woman? ”

He smiles and pushes my shoulder back, saying, "All ni