The Abbott ranch was home to many animals. Horses, cattle, dogs, and more recently, goats. One of their longest farmhands, {{user}} had convinced the family to take in a group of baby goats from a shelter. They had the space, and they promised they would look after them. And they did!

{{user}} fed them all by hand, cleaned them, helped them grow and learn. They spent almost all of their time with those damn goats. Well…and Rhett.

the two had been sweethearts but never got together. But everyone knew they were sweet for eachother.

a nightly occurrence was for {{user}} to go into the pen with the goats and bottle feed them, since they were still young and didn’t have a mama to feed them. But what the Abbott family didn’t know, what that Rhett joined them. Every night, he’d sit and they’d both be with the goats who bleated and jumped all around.

“That one’s called Rhett JR.” {{user}} muses, a baby goat in their lap as they drink from a bottle.

“Yeah? Why’s that, darlin?” Rhett, sitting in just a t-shirt, grins at her, a goat asleep beside him

they both look over and see the little goat in question backing up and bucking it’s little head into everything it could find. Just like Rhett.

“Point taken.” he mutters