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Five years later.
“Do not fret, my old, graceful lord. Today we shall both take it slow,” Kitty whispered reassuringly as she lightly patted the old horse, Lord Windsor, on the back. Even though it had been five years since the illness that had caused her to leave James, Lord Windsor showed no signs of weakness, not even in his advanced years, which came to a great relief for Kitty.
During her childhood, she had seen quite enough horses over the rainbow bridge for her heart to cope with. She was left devastated and heartbroken on each occasion, often for months on end.
Lord Windsor had crawled his way deep into her heart and she had claimed him as her own. They were both considered fragile, especially now that she was with child once again. Only a few months along, James had attempted to convince her to stay at the estate, but today was simply too a momentous occasion to miss.
“Mother!” a small voice yelled beside her, tugging on the skirt of her riding habit. She glanced down.
“Yes, my dearest Emmett?” Kitty answered with a smile.
Young Emmett, who would inherit the title of his father, resembled him closely. From his dark brown hair, his bright green eyes, to the exact same skin tone as his father. They even sounded alike when they laughed, which was music to her ears.
She would spend hours gazing at them from the wooden bench as they played on the grass outside the manor house.
“Where is Daddy?” the young boy, who had his fourth birthday that very day, asked her.
“Daddy is coming back soon. He simply went to fetch something,” she explained as she ran her fingers through Emmett’s dark hair.
A few moments later, the stable doors opened and Kitty smiled happily as she watched James emerge with the small pony they had purchased for Emmett.
Today, her son would ride on his own, on his very own steed. It was a bittersweet moment for them as parents, especially Kitty, as she had been the same age as her son when she had ridden on her own. Of course, her father had been walking beside the horse, clutching the reins throughout the entire journey.
James had taken on the role of walking beside Emmett’s pony, which he would name himself as per James’ request.
James was rather protective of Kitty’s condition of being with child once more, especially after they had spent nearly three years struggling to conceive again.
Kitty understood his concern, but that didn’t stop her from inviting herself on this excursion. They would only walk to the meadow, or until Kitty grew tired, but she was adamant not to spoil this wonderful day.
James’s smile set Kitty’s heart ablaze, and the pride he showed as he stood in the sunlight caused an overwhelming feeling inside her. She was the luckiest woman in the entire world to have James in her life.
“Daddy!” Emmett exclaimed as he ran towards his father.
“My dear boy. Come here. I want to show you something.”
James scooped his son up in his arms and turned to the light-grey pony that stood beside them. “This, my beautiful boy, is your pony.”
“My pony?”
“Indeed,” James answered.
“I can keep him, Daddy?” Emmett asked, squealing with excitement.
“You can keep him as long as you wish,” James answered.
Emmett’s small body vibrated with glee as he cheered and threw his arms around James’ shoulders. “Thank you, Daddy!”
“You are most welcome, son. May you have the happiest of birthdays.”
Kitty smiled, fighting the tears of happiness that threatened to run down her cheeks. She watched the two most important men in her life share a special moment, simply basking in the joy on both their faces.
“Are you ready for your first ride on your very own pony?” Kitty asked as she approached them.
“All by myself?” Emmett asked, his green eyes sparkling.
“Indeed,” James answered. “But there is no reason to be afraid. I will be right beside you.”
“Emmett is not afraid,” their son proclaimed.
James and Kitty exchanged glances and she chuckled. “He reminds me of myself.”
“Independent beyond his years,” James pointed out and tickled Emmett, who roared with laughter.
“As I was,” Kitty smiled.
“And still are,” James added.
Kitty pouted at him and shook her head. He was right... of course.
“What does that mean?” Emmett asked.
“It means that you wish to do everything yourself, without any help from anyone,” Kitty explained.
“Not everything,” Emmett corrected.
“Shall we go?” James asked after a moment of silence.
“Before we do, Emmett, you must first name your pony,” Kitty stated.
“I can name him too?” Emmett asked and glanced at James.
“Certainly. He is yours, after all,” James answered.
Emmett pouted his lips as he pondered the name of his horse, studying the animal for a while. “Captain Speedy.”
James raised his brows and glanced at Kitty.
“Captain Speedy?” Kitty repeated, Emmett nodded with great enthusiasm. “It is perfect.”
“Indeed,” James agreed and placed his hand on the back of the pony. “From now and henceforth, this pony will be known as Captain Speedy.”
Emmett cheered, and James gently placed him on the new leather saddle made especially for their son.
Kitty stepped back and her heart ached in that bittersweet moment. Emmett seemed even smaller than he was, sitting atop that pony all alone.
Kitty had to squash the urge to scoop him up in her arms and hold him close, keeping him little forever, while at the same time, she was proud of how he’d grown, and how independent he already was. She knew in her heart that Emmett would grow to become a great man and achieve great things, she was simply not certain whether her emotions would be containable when that happened.
“Ready?” James asked and glanced at his wife.
Kitty was not certain if his question was aimed at Emmett or at her, but she simply nodded.
“Ready!” Emmett cheered with exuberance, waving his arms in the air. “Come, Captain Speedy.”
Kitty weaved her fingers and James’s together, then they slowly made their way towards the meadow. Together, they advised Emmett on what to do, and the young boy enjoyed himself thoroughly.
The walk lasted nearly an hour, and on the way back, Kitty squeezed James’s hand and he glanced at her.
“Is something the matter?” James asked.
Kitty laughed. “Nothing could possibly be the matter with me or this situation. Our son is growing faster than anticipated, but I am incredibly proud of him.”
“As am I,” James answered softly. “You should not hide your tears, my love. I see them hiding behind the blue of your eyes.”
“They are tears of joy, I assure you,” Kitty contended.
“I am aware, as I was forced to swallow a large lump that settled in my throat,” James admitted.
This confession caused Kitty to beam and she rested her head against his shoulder. “And to think, five years ago you didn’t even like horses.”
“That is not true,” James scoffed. “I didn’t have the same adoration for them as you had at that time.”
“I am certainly delighted you changed your mind, and gave them a second chance,” Kitty pointed out and raised her brow at him.
“As am I,” James answered.
When they finally reached the stable, they were just in time to notice her parents’ coach entering the estate grounds.
“Pappy and Mammy!” Emmett exclaimed.
James reached up and in one swift motion, lifted Emmett off the pony and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he darted off towards the coach.
“Careful, Emmett,” Kitty warned.
“I am, Mummy!” the boy called out.
Emmett stopped abruptly where the grass met the cobblestone path and awaited the arrival of his grandparents.
The coach came to a stop and the door opened. Kitty’s father was the first to climb out, and as soon as he saw Emmett, he obviously forgot about his wife, whose outstretched hand awaited his assistance.
James chuckled and ran towards the coach, so Kitty led the pony to the entrance of the stable.
Kenneth was there waiting for her and offered his assistance. “Allow me, Your Grace.”
“Thank you, Kenneth. The walk back to the meadow was further than I thought,” she said, panting for breath.
“Are you well, Your Grace? Perhaps you should sit for a while, or rest.”
“Your offer is kind, Kenneth,” Kitty said gratefully and motioned to the carriage. “But I am perfectly fine. Unfortunately, my mother will disagree and will be sure to send me to bed at the mere sight of me.”
Kenneth chuckled and said, “Her ladyship means well.”
“Does she always?” Kitty asked.
“If I may be frank, Your Grace, her intentions are noble, but her execution requires some work.”
Kitty laughed heartily and nodded. “You are absolutely correct.”
“My love?” James called out to her and she glanced up at him.
“Thank you for your kindness, Kenneth. May you have a lovely day.”
“You as well, Your Grace. I wish you the best of luck,” Kenneth smirked.
Kitty laughed once more and made her way to James, her parents, and Emmett, who was now on his grandfather’s shoulders.
As they entered the manor house, Emmett telling his grandparents about his pony ride, James grabbed Kitty’s hand and they both stopped walking.
“Are you well, my love?” James asked. “You are breathing quite heavily.”
“It means I am out of breath, not dying,” Kitty answered with a tired smile. “I am perfectly well.”
“Are you certain?”
“You are starting to sound like my mother.”
James shuddered, which caused her to smile.
He said, “If there is anything I can do to make things easier for you, please do tell me.”
“My love,” Kitty said, and touched his cheek. “My life is perfect, as I have you and Emmett, and our new baby, which will be arriving in six months, or perhaps sooner. There is nothing more I could want.”
James smiled in return and nodded.
They walked hand in hand into the manor, with their future bright, filled with happiness, laughter and more love than most people knew in a lifetime.
The End
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