A Pony Is Not A Horse

…Xavien POV…

Well, here I am sitting and staring Mekayla's dad in the face, waiting patiently for him to say yes. But by the look on his face, I am not quite sure how this is going to go. I think the realization sets in that maybe I was too optimistic to think that I will walk away here with her dad's blessing. Yes, I can always just ignore what he thinks, but that is not the type of man that I am. I know this means a lot to Mekayla, so I shall endure anything her dad throws at me.

But yes, I should have thought about that before I said it, for the worst is about to come.

Her dad gets up from where he is sitting and shows for me to follow him, "Xavien, I want to show you something."

Mekayla interrupts and looks at her dad curiously, "Dad?"

"Don't worry, Mekayla, I am just going to go show Xavien your horses."

"Oh, can I come with you?"

"No, I need to talk to Xavien alone."

With that, we disappear out the back door