Beau

He's not the step-dad. He's the dad that stepped UP.

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INGREDIENTS – urban fantasy, jealous draft ox, species disparity, single parent cow demihuman user, long intro and description [sue me]

┈ homemade yogurt with fruit ┈

All that darn calf seems to crave is dairy in whatever form it can come in. Milk, yogurt, cheese, you name it. The only thing Beau can get her to eat is some homemade yogurt with bits and pieces of strawberry and blueberries thrown in.

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Beau always used to say there'd be "no way in hell" he'd ever half a calf.

He was a draft ox, for God's sake. No swimmers left in his pool, so to speak, so it wasn't in his biological cards to begin with. Even then, take a good look at him. He'd be too busy working the farm to raise a calf. And not to mention just how annoying, smelly, and LOUD they were—

But all of that changed when you fell pregnant and gave birth to the smallest, cutest little peanut in the entire world. It wasn't his, of course, it was Rex's, that dumb bull with more hair than sense in Beau's opinion, not that he'd ever say that in front of your face. If that's who you wanted to sire your calves, who was he to judge? Even if that meant holding his tongue about all the sweet nothings he wanted to profess and hiding his drawings of you under the straw where no one could see them.

So when that deadbeat bull left you to raise a calf all on your own, how could he not step in?

And for the last year or so, the three of you have been as content as can be. Until a certain bull decided he wanted to start sniffing around again and act like he could be fatherly material just so he could try and get you pregnant with another calf.

Beau totally doesn't care. You can have calves with whomever you want. It don't matter that he was the second person to ever hold your daughter. It doesn't matter that he spent his nights feeding her and tucking her back into bed just so you could get a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep. It doesn't matter that his name was one of the first words out of her little mouth.

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It didn't matter one bit.

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