Magic Ball: the Billionaire in Ranch

58 The Calves

It was a lovely morning for Wynn. The moment he woke up, he immediately pried the window open and bask in the sun's early morning light. Stretching his arms further above him, Wynn smiled at the scenery from his window. He was thankful that Noah had them stay here on the weekdays so that they won't have to wake up early and travel to the ranch.

After several yawns and rubbing of his teary eyes, Wynn stood from his bed as his behind left a mark on the cushion and his sheets.

Wynn wasn't one that tolerates uncleanliness, so he began to fold his sheets into a beautiful square. Then, he flattened his pillow to straighten his pillowcase and eliminate any ripple left on the cloth.

Glancing at the wall clock hanging on above his bed, Wynn saw that it was already six-thirty in the morning. He debated whether he would shower first before he head to breakfast.

Then again, cleanliness won over anything else, so he headed to the shower in his bedroom.

Wynn couldn’t believe his employer, Noah Martin, had made every available room inside the mansion, with a bathroom. If it were an average person such as himself, there was a considerable percentage that he wouldn't be able to experience such an easy thing, let alone afford his own tuition fee in college. As embarrassing as it may sound, Noah had to pay for some of the amount and loans left.

His boss had insisted when he learned that Wynn was top of his class in his senior year in college. He’s forever grateful that his boss did all those wonderful things to improve the living in his life. And now, it was time for him and his father to repay him for all the good things he had shared with them.

It takes a good man to share almost every fortune that he has. And Wynn whole-heartedly believes that his boss deserves all the good karma that can come back to him.

That made him wonder if the good karma was a lady named Diana.

Wynn didn’t shy away from giving his opinion on how she looks like. After all, he was just telling everyone the truth, especially when they have asked for what he thinks of her.

The lady was average-looking as compared to how Noah looks.

How can he say it? Noah looks like someone straight out from a magazine, while Diana is the friendly and accommodating sales lady you see in groceries.

There's nothing wrong with both of his descriptions, but if Diana would be compared to the women that Noah had attempted to date, she would probably be out of place.

But she would also be number one in terms of being the most suitable for him.

Wynn turned the knob of the hot shower. He inhaled sharply at the hot water that came out from the shower's head.

"I must have turned it too much," he murmured, his voice echoing as the glass pane on the door began fogging.

In a few seconds, he finally mixed the warmth he preferred.

After showering, Wynn proceeded to have breakfast on the kitchen counter. It had officially been his favorite place to eat.

The aroma of the coffee didn't cease to make him sigh from pleasure. He adores coffees. It would be his life second to farming and ranching.

Pure, black coffee that would keep him pumping and energized for the rest of the day.

Snatching a banana from the fruit tray, Wynn headed straight to where the cattle were placed.

Wynn knows there was something about these cows.

Every morning at precisely seven-thirty on the kitchen's clock, Wynn would proceed here to feed them their breakfast and remove the manure all over the scattered on the plain, which would serve as a fertilizer for their soils.

While peeling the banana, Wynn heard several noises coming from some of the cows gathered near the pen.

He continued peeling the banana, and soon, the fruit found its way inside his mouth. It was sweet and chewy at the same time.

Then, he heard it again as he headed toward the barn to get some of his equipment for plowing the soil.

“What is that?” he said to no one in particular.

The humming of the birds calmed him for a bit as he grabbed hold of his hat and several buckets he uses for gathering the manure.

The sound happened again—and this time, Wynn recognized it as a sort of pushing—

“What do they sound like that?”

With accurate speed, he strode fast the plains, his boots landing on mud that he ignored.

Several cows were gathered, and when he looked down—blood was all over the hays and soil.

“Oh, god!” he opened the door to the pen and headed toward the cows, “What’s happening? Oh, please tell you’re not—”

The blood was overflowing anywhere he looks, and the smell wasn’t something that he would like to remember.

A small animal wriggled out from the cow itself, and then, the cow licked the little creature all over in an attempt to clean it.

Wynn’s eyes widened, “You have given birth?”

And it wasn't just that cow—it was more than five if he counted it correctly.

Wynn grinned so vastly he swore it reached his ears. Then, he ran back to the farmhouse to report the good news to Noah.

“Aren’t you going to talk, boy?” Thomas said with anticipation.

All eyes are on Wynn, and they are waiting for a clear answer.

Noah's mind had already several made-up scenarios that only Wynn can affirm to which among it has hit the bull's eyes.

"The cattle have given birth!" Just like that, the words were out of Wynn's mouth.

Inhaling deep, Noah gathered all the air he can muster. The blood started flowing in his veins. Now, he learned what has happened that made Wynn react that way, he didn't know how or what to respond. It was as if his mind halted its capability to think.

“Noah?” his mother called from across him, her face contorted in worry, “are you okay, son?”

“We haven’t had the veterinarian do her daily rounds for the past months, and we must have missed their due dates,” Thomas explained as his hands went to his chin. “How many gave birth?”

Wynn whipped his head to him, "I'm not sure… I panicked! There was a lot of blood, and there were several cows that gathered in one place. The next thing I know is that they were giving birth inside the pen."

“Then we better call the veterinarian. Let’s go,” Thomas patted Noah’s shoulder.

With his hands on his hips, Noah let out the breath that he had been holding. His eyes fleeted toward Wynn, the intensity making Wynn compelled to look at him, “Sir?” he called out.

“Next time, say it the minute you arrive,” he scolded.

Although Noah understood that he must've also been shocked by what he saw. It was the first time they witnessed cows in the Stream Ranch give birth, and Wynn was lost on what action to do. Maybe it was a mix of excitement and worry, but Noah had to tell him. Otherwise, it would definitely happen again.

With a shudder, Wynn nodded sharply, "It won't happen again," he said, making an effort to sound reassuring.

Noah knows that Wynn meant what he said. The young lad always lad, and although it was against him to sound like he was scolding him in front of his parents, Noah had to immediately put it out.

The lad did look like he was sorry for his lack of action. And one sentence was enough for him to think about what he had done.

Snatching the newsboy hat on the table, Noah kissed his mother and father's cheek before he wrapped an arm on Wynn's shoulder.

His other free arm fixed his hat on his bed hair, “Let’s see them,” he said, his heart finally calming on his chest.

Noah watched how Thomas counted every new-born calf there is in the field.

“Almost ten new calves!” he exclaimed happily, the joy in glossing in his eyes.

Wynn laughed as he began pouring water on the bloodied grass, “I think we need to call the vet to get them all checked.”

Noah hummed in agreement, “I already did when I took some equipment out of the barn. She said she would come later this day. We have to get these babies checked to ensure their health.”

Thomas was beside him in an instance, “I feel responsible for not knowing that it’s already their due date. You have been pretty busy with other stuff for the past year, and I should have been more attentive.”

Patting his shoulder, Noah showed him his half-smile, “It’s okay. We’ve all been busy. Wynn with his studies—and thank god you have graduated—then, there's me, the owner that kept attending the wedding of his friends." 

Wynn stood next to Noah, his one hand clutching at the bucket now emptied of its contents, “Sorry, Mr. Martin. If I had known that they were pregnant already, I would have doubled the care that they were receiving.”

Noah repeated the gesture of his assurance to Wynn: a pat in the back, "No worries. I would have transferred them again on my other farm to be taken care of until they're ready to come back here."

By another farm, Noah meant the Magic Ball.

Since last year, he began bringing new-born babies of his animals to the Magic Ball to assure himself that they would grow excellently and more healthily.

That sacred and magical ground adds up to their growth, after all.

“By the way, when are you taking us to that other recreational farm you have been talking about?” Thomas had one of his eyebrows raised when he asked Noah the question.

Smiling, Noah had to mask the nervousness that traveled down his spine every time he mentions that farm.

“I told you, it’s a secret. Only I and some employees on the farm know about it.”

“But every animal you bring from that farm grows healthier and more intelligent, so I really think it’s a good idea,” Wynn remarked.

Noah smiled, and it was in agreement with what Wynn had stated.

Little did they know that it was all because of the wonders of the Magic Ball they didn’t know existed.