Happy Sunday y'all 😇😇. Have a wonderful day, God bless❤️❤️

We walk into the sty. The stench is a smell I'm already used to, it no longer makes me recoil in disgust. The pigs continue their business and by business I mean, rolling in their dirt and mud, rubbing it over one another while some just slept. The shirt I wore sticks to my skin like a second skin as a result of sweat.

It's pretty hot in here. My hands fan over my face to reduce the heat. A thought runs to my mind. The sty is probably too small for the population of the pigs or the ceiling needs to be changed. The heat in here is uncomfortable.

Bingo!

"The pigs won't mate in this condition" I say, matter of factly. A particular pig tries to itch his rear against the door of his shed but failed. The sight of it made me chuckle.

I bent down and stretch forward to scratch his rear back. The pig moves closer so he could get a good itching and after he was satisfied, he grunts in thanks to me before joining the rest of his crew in rolling in the mud.

"The heat here is affecting their mating process" I got up and collected a napkin from Alex which I used to clean my hand. "Even if they do mate, the would have an hard time giving birth. Get something done here. The heat makes them uncomfortable"
Alex jotted down the things I said, nodding in agreement to my suggestion.

"it will be fixed" He assures me as we started to walk out of the shed. "Thanks for taking out of your time to check on us" Alex smiles brightly at me and I return with a small smile of mine.

"It's not a problem, have a nice day Alex" I bid him smilingly before walking away from the sty.

The problems at the ranch this time is minimal and less stressful. I'm glad I was able to find solutions to the pig mating issue. Pork meat is one of our major selling business. There's always a popular demand for our pork meat because we deliver them in their most preserved state. My last stop at the ranch today is the apple plantation. It's been a while since I've visited the farmers.

"Should have just dragged princess's ass along with me, now I have to trek all the way" I grumble to myself when the realization of the distance I have to walk dawns on me.

"That's why I brought Starry here for you" startled by Rex's husky voice, I turn to see him on a white horse and I almost want to hug and smooch kisses on his face. There's that signature smug smile on his lips as he stares down at me. He holds my stare while getting down from Starry and walking closer to me.

"You shouldn't stress yourself so much in the sun, jewel" my lashes blink slowly at him as I try my best to still my racing heart. He's the only person that still calls me by my middle name. I clear my throat and collect the reigns from his hands. Our fingers brushing made me tingle.

"Thank you" I manage to utter. He nods and sends me another heart warming smile before making his way back to the stable. I watch him go while I stroke Starry's fur. "Isn't he just cute" I tell her to which she neighs excitedly in response.

I guess I'm not the only who has a crush on him. She stays calm and allows me to carefully mount her. Fully settled and comfortable, I nudge her towards the direction of the plantation. She follows and strides majestically down the path. We get closer to the field and I start to see rows of trees with apples hanging proudly from their branches.

Starry neighs softly when we entere the field. Farmers assigned at different corners are busy picking the fallen apples. I climb down, tie Starry's rope to a tree. "Be good and I'll get you some apples" I promise. She neighs again.

Farmers greet me as they pass by and I nod my head in return,. The apples glow in the sunset, the smell of it mixed with mud and leaves is overwhelming. This is one of my favorite place in the estate. It is one of the places I find peace. I pluck an apple from a particular bounty looking tree and Immediately I get the apple out of sight, I see the beautiful image of Mr Dimitri. He is talking to one of the workers, dressed in a white tank top covered with a brown jacket to match with a pair of cream trousers.

The worker says something which makes Rolan chuckle, gently fixing the cowboy hat in his head. I make way over them. He is the first to look at my direction, his eyebrows pull up and his lips remain thin and flat just like mine are at the moment.

"Miss Davinia" the middle aged man greets and I bow back in greeting. He shares a nod with Rolan before excusing us. Rolan dips his hands in his pockets as he studies the area.

"You're father did an amazing job with this place" he admires. The sunset shimmers slightly in his eyes. They fall back on me, watching me. It's like an habit he does with me. Watching and staring, like he wants to read my thoughts by watching my face and staring into my eyes.

Something about his eyes makes my squirm. Sometimes they're like black and sometimes they are deep blue or I just don't know colors. Either way, they are always icy. Maybe that's why I shiver when he looks at me.