Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Nearly one month into the new year and it had already been a chaotic month for Nathan 'Nate' Drummond, mainly due to work because, why not? Although hardly anything really surprised the man any more when it came to his business - he had about seen it all between the United States and the United Kingdom. Horses often got into a lot of trouble on their own, and the cold air made the young ones stupid and the old ones arthritic. Plus, he could always count on their owners to panic as well. Every month, Nate told his fiancé, Whitney Otero, it would be different. And every month proved him around. He knew she didn't mind nor hold him to it. Lachlan, his assistant, told him not to worry. And yet, he did.
Nate had a fear of loosing her. Maybe because he just appeared to have a bad habit of losing the women he loved. But hey, third time's a charm right? So the man told himself, still, Nate didn't want to get complacent. Perhaps that was why he found himself down in the kitchen at the crack of dawn, nevermind he was an early riser. The horses had been fed, along with the dogs and cat, the latter animals now watching him intently as he made a complete chaotic mess of the kitchen. Protein powder and oat littered the counter, a counter of milk laid on its side (sealed up thankfully), eggs still remained out of the fridge, and somehow, just somehow batter was on the backsplash.
And he was half way through making the fluffy pancakes for Whitney when he stopped, staring at the griddle, "Fuck!" Green eyes looked over at the Cat now, who sat on the counter, watching him work, "Whitney likes waffles, doesn't she?" The Cat merely gave him that blank yet all knowing stare, and the man knew in those mirroring green eyes staring at him, that the conclusion was right. He cut the heat now, and went back to work, "Alexa! Play 80's Jams!" As the beat to 'Take Me Home' started bopping through the speaks, Nate got to work. One of the cabinets held the waffle iron, which he wrestled out and proceeded to make the kitchen worse - dancing now between the waffle iron and the kitchen aid making homemade whipped cream.
My thoughts are scattered and gritty underneath my feet
Whitney had told herself she must sleep in today. She couldn’t help but be a night owl, tracking the critters of the dark. Nathan always teased her about it, since their lifestyle choices were starkly different. But they were still very much engaged, so obviously something was working.
Unfortunately, the ruckus of the kitchen made Whitney’s eyes shoot open. What was Nathan up to now? She let out a yawn and allowed herself to shuffle out of bed. Hands went and dramatically opened the curtains in the bedroom, her body flashing the morning sun. The rays kissed her skin as Whitney slipped into her pajamas that lay on a chair next to the window.
She made her way downstairs to see her fiancé making or attempting to make something. To make her presence known, she blurted out “Straight up” as Paula Abdul’s voice graced the playlist.
Nate had no idea he was putting on a show for his fiancé, the animals hadn't warned him to her presence. In fact, Nate didn't realize he was no longer the only human in the kitchen until Paula Abdul's voice came on the echo, only, she sounded an awful lot like Whitney. Then, it hit him. He looked over his shoulder, and saw her there in all of her beautiful glory. Dramatically, the man pointed the spatula at her now, rocking his hips to the beat, "Straight up now tell meeee - Do you really want to love me forever oh, oh, oh!" He could probably serenade her all day and night, but that wouldn't finish breakfast.
Although, quite frankly, he was a little distracted by Whitney now in her pajamas. As green eye flitted over his the subtle curves of her body, the man couldn't help but to wonder how much better they would look on the floor. Still, Nate controlled himself - dashing away the thought. For now, at least. He grinned, putting the spatula in the bowl now and left his station at the kitchen, closing the distances as he slid across the floor in his socks before snatching Whitney by the hips in a dramatic way. For two seconds, Nate had images of twirling about like how they did in movies, and then realized, he wasn't coordinated enough to pull that off, so instead, he settled for a kiss.
"Hope I didn't wake you up," Nate commented now, once pulling away to get a good look at her face, still grinning like a stupid boy, "I was planning on surprising you with breakfast in bed...only...you ruined the surprise."
My thoughts are scattered and gritty underneath my feet
