Page 35 of A Mate for Haax

“They are popular here on Grekaria. Most Grekarians own them as pets, much like a human would have what you call a cat or dog. Fuzziwitts probably aren’t as domesticated, but they act like pets.”

“So, you don’t have any dogs or cats here? Just fuzziwitts?”

“I know of a few people who house leopardi’s as pets, but I feel like they’re much too big and take up too much room.”

Well, that’s interesting. “What is a leopardi?”

He thinks for a minute before speaking. “Some would compare it to a big cat on Earth. Something like what you call a panther or a tiger.”

I figured the fuzziwitts would try and take my food or at least beg for it, but the little thing just sits there, perched on my shoulder, and waits patiently, bite after bite.

“You want anything else?” Haax asks me.

I shake my head. “No, I’m actually stuffed.”

“Okay… shall we explore the rest of the house?”

“Yes, please.” I stand from my seat at the island and wait as he walks out before me. I follow along quietly, just listening as he shows me every room in his house. Newsflash, this is not a house, it’s a dang mansion.

There’s several bedrooms, a main room, a game room, a movie room, and several screened in porches on the back of the house. Balconies hang from each upstairs door. Haax shows me his cruiser room. He shows me the alien gym where he works out. He tells the fuzziwitts to jump down from my shoulder before we head out to the backyard. The little guy, or lady, gives me the saddest little lemur face. Much like the all-too-familiar puppy dog look. I reach down and scratch under its chin, and he lifts it. One look at the backyard literally takes my breath away.

Before me stands a diamond white-colored unicorn. A long, flowing mane hits almost at its knees. Its tail is full. There is a sparkly shine to its coat that horses back home just don’t have. Its horn is a brilliant, sparkly white with a tinge of pink. Seeing the unicorn makes me really miss my own horse. I wonder how Vegas is handling not seeing me for a few days.

It’s been a long time since I went on a vacation. I’m at the barn almost every day so it feels weird that I haven’t been there in a few days.

“Will I be able to bring Vegas here if we choose to live here?”

Confusion fills his face. “What is a Vegas?”

I smile proudly at his question. “Vegas is a buckskin dun registered quarter horse; he’s my champion.”

“I do not see why we could not make that happen. We’ll just need to make adjustments to the ship to ensure his safety.”

My heart swells at his easy acquiesce. “You mean it?”

“Yes.” He nods, looking at the animal holding my gaze. “My unicorn would probably enjoy having a friend.”

I look up at him with a quirked eyebrow. “Let me guess, you haven’t named your unicorn, either?”

He harrumphs. “It is a unicorn. It does not require a name.”

“Do you at least know if it's a mare or not?”

“It is a female as it does not have testicles.” My eyes widen. Well, shit. Guess Vegas is going to have a little procedure before he crosses the sky. We don’t need little half unicorn babies running around.

“Will she let me pet her?” I ask, thinking out loud.

“Well, why don’t you go find out?” He points to the gate where she’s being held. Pretty girl really needs a name. I’ll have to work on that.

I approach her gently, and she watches; every bit of attention on each move I make. “Hey pretty girl,” I smooch to her, and her ears perk up. Holding out my hand, I go gently and wait for any body language telling me she's not okay with this. I don’t see anything other than curiosity, so I step closer.

My hand connects with her neck, and I can’t help but admire the softness of her coat beneath my hands. It’s smooth and shiny. You almost worry the glittery color will come away on your hand, but it doesn’t.

Chapter 21

Haax

Watching how gentle she is with the unicorn makes me smile. She is caring and will make a great mother to our children one day. Thoughts of her rounded with my child in her belly fill my head, and all I want to do is pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, take her back inside, and fill her until I am sure she carries my child, but that is caveman behavior.

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