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Authors: Jade West

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I fought the lump in my throat, blinked away the tears that threatened. Like I hadn’t cried enough already.

A night in my own bed sucked bad. I’d never realised it was lumpy on one side. Lumpy and a little too soft. Cold, too. It was cold in bed without Carl and Rick.

Everything was cold without Carl and Rick.

Losing the dream of Jack’s yard was shitty enough, and I’d cried, a lot. But Carl’s big revelation
had hit like a car wreck, a big-arsed truck ploughing into my small town dreams. A big splodge of
what the fuck
on my cute little life plan.

What life plan?

Plan A — rent Jack’s yard, Katiefy it and make it
pretty and smart, fill it with happy kids
wanting riding lessons. Smile and congratulate myself on completing life plan at age twenty-two.

Plan B —

There was no plan B. There had never been a plan B.

Samson slowed on the brow of the hill, stretched out his neck and snorted. I gave him a pat, ruffled his mane, and he slowed further, his hooves clop-clopping as he dropped to a walk. I leaned back in the saddle, listening to the songbirds. I really fucking loved it here. I could stay here forever, Samson and me.

My phone bleeped and I dug it out of my pocket. My heart did a little stutter at the prospect it was one of the boys, but it wasn’t. It was Mum.

I’m sorry about the yard, Katie, but maybe it’s for the best. You’ve got a real shot at making something of yourself at your dad’s, an actual career, Katie. It’s not so bad, sweetheart. Really it’s not. x

Her words were nothing new, I’d heard them last night already as I’d cried until I was a sniffly mess.

It really was so bad.

I shoved the phone away.

She just didn’t get it. Couldn’t possibly get it.

I turned Samson off the main track and headed deeper into the woods, where the undergrowth was wilder and the trees were thicker. We explored those hidden areas of the woods we’d conquered like explorers back when he was fresh and green, and it was all so exciting. I felt it all over again. I loved it all over again.

It’s amazing how that happens, how something feels so much sweeter when it’s hurtling towards the end of its time. Bittersweet.

Were Carl and Rick like that? Is that why life around them felt so powerful? So all-consuming?

Did I love Carl and Rick so much because it was supposed to be temporary? Nothing but a six-month foray into a life between two men?

“What are we going to do, boy?” I said, and Samson’s ears flicked in my direction. “Just what the hell are we going to do?”

Eat a big bit of hedge was his answer.

That would have to do for now.

We trekked for hours, reliving our early days, following every path and every turn, cantering along every straight. We waved to the cyclists we’d come to know so well, listened to the same old dogs barking as their owners called their names.

I soaked it all in, as though this one ride could sustain me for all time, its memory enough to stave off the pain of losing this place I’d come to know so well, love so much.

Acceptance. Maybe this was the beginning of acceptance of a cruel sleight of fate. Pipped to the post by a bank who couldn’t wait just a few cruddy months longer. Assholes.

Samson was loose-limbed and happy as we headed back onto the yard, but me not so much. A few months from now and this would really be over. New people here, people with their own dreams for the place, probably so different to mine. I felt defeated as we walked past the farmhouse, defeated as I stared at Jack’s empty parking space, already a morbid omen of what was to come.

The lump in my throat was back, eyes hot and a little itchy, stomach twisting and empty.

Until there was Rick.

His car was by my trailer, silver and shiny against the dull metal shell of the barn. I squeezed Samson on, headed over to it, but Rick wasn’t inside.

My heart was thumping at the thought of him, the unmistakeable fizz of excitement overriding my misery. But I was nervous, too. Really nervous.

“Hey, pretty lady.”

My belly fluttered at his voice. I turned in the saddle to face him, shielding my eyes from the glare of sunlight, and he looked nervous, too.

He was wearing a green checked shirt over jeans, a pair of old boots on his feet. His hair was messy and stylishly unstyled, his smile warm and bright. The nerves were all in his eyes.

“Hey, sexy boy.” I smiled.

“Not such a boy,” he said, and walked over. He ran a hand over Samson’s neck, gave him a pat. “Good ride?”

I nodded. “Saying my first goodbye to the woods. I hope it takes ages, I hope I get to say hundreds of goodbyes.”

“I hope so, too,” he said
. “Final goodbyes suck like shit.” He gave Samson a mint. “Who’s a boy, Sammy?”

He walked at our side as we headed to the stable block, his arms waiting as I dismounted. He didn’t linger, just gave me a squeeze and fastened Samson’s head collar around his neck. I loosened Samson’s girth, took down his saddle, and Rick was already in action, filling up a bucket and sponging down his back as I took off his bridle. We didn’t speak, our eyes making fleeting contact as we carried on with horsey business, and the tickle in my belly was so strong it made me squirmy, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I brushed Samson down.

I fastened up his rug and Rick loosened the lead rope. He led Samson to the field and I walked at his side. I watched Rick’s face as he let Samson free, his eyes full of genuine affection for my furry boy. He pulled the gate closed and stood to watch Samson away, arms folded on the top bar. I stepped up alongside him, breathed in the country air.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Katie.” His voice was quieter than usual. “I’m sorry about the yard. It’s such a fucking shitter.” He paused. “I’m sorry about…” He sighed. “I’m sorry about everything.”

“Where’s Carl?” I said.

“Working.” He sighed again, then he looked at me. “No, he’s not working. He’s at home. I asked him not to come.”

Tickly belly. Tickly everything.

I tried to find words. “Are you… um… is it what you both want?”

“A baby?” He looked back at the field. “Yeah, it’s what we both want. Carl is more… impatient.” He took out his tobacco, rolled a cigarette. “Carl’s older, more single-minded. It’s more urgent for him.” He lit up. “He’s sorry. He knows he fucked up.”

“He didn’t,” I said. “He offered me everything, Rick, offered me my dream. I just… I can’t take it. I can’t give him what he wants.”

“You’re sure? Not ever?”

I shrugged. “Shit, Rick, I don’t know. Forever’s a long time. Yesterday I was celebrating kicking Verity’s ass and planning to do it again at the Cheltenham Chase. I was planning what I’d do with this place, once I was officially renting. I was thinking about you guys, spending the weekend with you, chilling out and having fun, probably drinking too much wine and taking more cock than is good for my riding.” I pulled the hair back from my face. “I wasn’t thinking about losing all of this. I sure as fuck wasn’t thinking about babies and dirty nappies and bringing up a kid with two men I barely even know.”

“You know us,” he said. “There’s nothing much more to see than you’ve seen already.”

“I like what I’ve seen already,” I said. “I just… a baby, Rick. That’s so… big.”

“Too big.” He took a long drag. “Too big and way too soon.”

“But I’m glad he told me, I’m glad I know. This kind of thing doesn’t get any easier down the line, people just get more invested. I’d have been more invested in six months.”

“And maybe that would’ve made all the difference.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “I never really wanted to do the kid thing, Rick. I never felt it.”

“I know,” he said simply.

“Mum tried her best but it was hard. I watched her sacrifice everything, as soon as I was old enough to get it. She was young, her friends were going out, she was always home, always with me. Working loads of crappy hours to keep me in uniform and shoes and school dinners.” I shook my head. “That’s not what I want. Not for me.”

“It wouldn’t be like that for you.”

“Maybe not.”

I could feel his eyes on me. “Definitely not.”

I laughed a little to myself. “It’s funny. When I was a little girl I used to wonder about my dad. Used to dream about who he was and where he was. Used to conjure up all these crazy fantasies about how he was a soldier, or a faraway prince, or a pirate even, that he couldn’t be there for me because he was on some adventure somewhere he couldn’t get out of. I’d plan it all out, imagine how I’d feel when he turned up one day, and he’d be like
Katie, I’m your dad, I’ve been thinking about you your whole life
. Only then I realised my dad wasn’t a soldier, or a prince, or a pirate. He was just some douchebag who knocked up my mum and abandoned us both.”

Rick didn’t say a word.

“I used to wish for a dad, every birthday, every Christmas. Eventually I got one shitty half rate one.” I smiled. “And here I am, with the offer of two good dads for a baby I may never have. Isn’t fate weird?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“It’s the riding,” I said. “Maybe more than anything else. I’ve worked so hard with Samson, and he’s nearly ready. We’re both nearly ready. He’ll be in his prime for another couple of years, and I want to make the most of them. I want to event, compete, show the world how far he’s come.”

“And after that?”

I shrugged. “I’ve no idea, but even if I didn’t event again I couldn’t guarantee I’d want to knock out a baby and do the mummy thing.”

“But you might?”

“I don’t know.”

He stubbed out his cigarette. “Sorry, of course you don’t. This is such bullshit. How can you possibly make a call on something like this so soon.”

The thought of Carl pained me, made me feel fucked up inside. “He wants it
now
, Rick. I can’t. Not with Samson. Even though my dreams are going to shit, I still can’t.”

“He’s just jaded and scared, that’s all.”

The thought hit me in the belly. “Scared?”

He nodded. “Scared it won’t happen for him.”

“Why wouldn’t it? He’s a gorgeous guy, you’re both gorgeous guys. Kind and funny and successful. You should have a queue of potentials.”

He shook his head. “No. Nobody that fits. Nobody that really wants us, not for keeps. They want the sex, and the money. They want the fun and games. The baby, not so much.” He sighed. “Carl’s pretty cut up, thinks we won’t see you again, not properly.”

“And what do you think?”

“I dunno. I’m holding out a little hope here.” He smiled. “You’ve knocked our socks off, both of us.”

“Ditto,” I said. “You guys are awesome.”

“But you don’t want us, right? Not like that? Is this just… money? I get it, if it is. I wouldn’t blame you.”

My eyes widened. “Shit, no. No way. This isn’t about the money. It was about the money for about a week.”

“So what is
it about? What do you want from us?”

I smiled. “You sound like him.”

He laughed. “Sorry. I just… we’re a bit lost. A bit fucked up. Flailing around trying to work out whether we’ve blown it or not.”

“He won’t wait, Rick. I could see it in his eyes. Maybe if he had ten years… maybe if he could just hang on and see…” I closed my eyes. “Why can’t he wait, Rick? Why now, why so breakneck? What’s so important that it has to be right now?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, eyes fixed on Samson in the distance.

“I think it’s time I told you about Carl,” he said.

 

 

 

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