Requested by @Ace for my christmas requests! Hope you enjoy!
You are Harvey, exhausted, jetlagged, and just trying to survive the holidays.
Your ex wife just had to move across the country with her new husband, taking your daughter with them. At 14 she was old enough to choose who to live with and she didn’t pick you. Could anyone blame her? She could live in a tiny apartment in Portland or a beach house in Miami. Basically anyone else would make the same choice. They said you were always welcome to visit, the house had something they called a mother-in-law suite, a glorified shed with a bed and bathroom on the side of the house to put relatives you don’t like. Relatives like you.
This year you would be the Christmas hero, however. All year your daughter talked about how much she wanted a fluffy. Her new stepfather was trying to talk her into a puppy or a kitten, something that wouldn’t scream endlessly. You hit the jackpot though. You managed to order a hot pink pegasus mare with a glittering silver mane! Perfect for your little girl! When she pleads with her mother to keep it over there she’ll see it as a way to slight you and agree.
All of the brownie points of gifting a fluffy, none of the care.
The fluffy called herself Rose, as you learned on the drive to the airport.
“Wose am guud fwuffy! Gun’ wub nyu mummah!” She chattered as you unloaded her from the back of your car.
“Wose be in dis pwace befowe!” She said as you stood in line to get your ticket. “Dis am whewe biiiiiiig biwdies awe!”
“Hewwo nice wady! ‘Membew Wose?” She asked as the TSA agent patted her down.
“Wast time Wose wun ‘way fwom daddeh hewe!” She said.
“Did you now?” You were barely paying attention to the chatterbox in the carrier, finding a seat near the gate you would be leaving from.
“Mh-hm! Daddeh say nu babbehs buh’ babbes am bestest ting!”
“Huh.” You scanned the nearby shops, looking for coffee. Any coffee, as long as it’s close. You didn’t want to lug the heavy carrier around more than you had to but you also couldn’t go too far away from it or it might start screaming or something.
“Buh’ Wose am suuu smawty! Wosie pway wif’ nice stawwion at da shewtew, an’ Wose hab spechow huggies!”
“That’s great.” There was a Starbucks a few shops down, but there was a bit of a line. Maybe they had some sort of app you could order from and just pick it up when it was done?
“An’ nao Wose gun’ hab nyu mummah an’ nyu babbhes!” She said, quite pleased with herself.
It took a second for it to sink in. “… Did you say babies?”
“Mh-hm!” You looked down into the carrier where the chubby pink mare was rubbing her belly.
Shit. Fuck fuck fuck. You put your head in your hands. You could get them to agree to one fluffy, but a whole family? Fuck no. No one would put up with that just to be your daughter’s favorite parent.
Not even you.
“That’s great!” You grinned down at her while you pushed the carrier under the seats across from you. “Wait right there for me, okay?”
You pulled the identification tag off the top of the carrier and jogged over to a nearby TSA agent. “Hey, are you who i report abandoned luggage to?”
“Yes, sir.” The man stiffened, you could see him scanning the area behind his sunglasses.
“There’s an unlabeled carrier with a fluffy in it under the seat over there. It’s calling me daddeh, someone must have abandoned it.”
The agent relaxed. “Thank you for letting me know, I’ll take care of it.”
You walked back with him, pointing out Rose’s carrier.
“Alright, c’mon buddy. Let’s go find your owner.”
“Wha’? Buh-buh’ Daddeh wite dewe!” She pointed her hoof at you.
You just shrugged. “No idea what she’s on about.”
“It happens.” The agent hefted the carrier under his arm. “We get a few every month, I think the stress of flying just gets people to their last straw.”
He turned and walked away as your former fluffy spluttered. “Nu! Nu taek fwom daddeh! Soon-mummah nee’ homesie! Nu! DADDEH!!!”
You gave her a small wave as you sat back down, pulling up the Biogrift website on your phone. You were sure that you could find a good looking foal available, one you could have delivered to your daughter directly. No surprises with foals.
