It’s been an excellent season for Zayn. So far he’s had two sons and a daughter - enough to please any herd stallion. But, there’s one more to go at this point (he’s given up on ever seeing that dark mare from the field again), and whatever it is, it will just be icing on the cake.
Ever since Becca finally popped, he’s been keeping a very close eye on Nixie, the last of his mares still waiting to give birth. He’s grown rather fond of the mare over the winter, though not in the traditional way by far. Nixie … lets him play. And he has his fun with her. He is gentle with her, or rather, more gentle than he would be with a mare than actually fought back. But more than once he’s left his mark on her lurid pink coat.
He’s made sure to be careful during her pregnancy though. He’s only left injuries in places that are sure to have no effect upon the child. The child doesn’t need to be in perfect health to carry on his line, but it certainly helps.
He’s in fact digging his teeth into her withers when she finally succumbs to labour. He steps back, watching the whole process with a mixture of disgust and excitement. He hadn’t exactly wanted to see the birthing process, but now that he’s here and it’s happening he can’t leave. He wants to see the result.
Then, finally, it’s over.
And oh lord, the child is pink. Well, partly pink. Zayn peers in at the child, noting the golden coat and the vibrant pink mane and tail. And the gender - a boy. Zayn is silent for a moment, considering. Pink is not really the greatest colour on a son …
But no matter. The child at least appears healthy.
Nixie is smiling at him now, asking about what they should call him. Zayn considers for a moment. “How about Hovik?” Another good, strong name. He turns to properly look at Nixie. “He’s a credit to you, my dear.”
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