You’re Elias’s youngest son, not exactly planned but dammit he loved you. His other two sons, Hesh and Logan, were genuinely excited to have a little brother.

But then your mother sued for parental rights and every time you came home you had more wounds and more trauma. Seeing you slowly shut down broke their hearts.

So Elias took her to court and won with staggering evidence. He immediately used the money to put you into therapy. Equine therapy.

The first time you met one of the horses, you were petrified and clinging to Elias while Logan made a big deal out of petting the horse to show you it was okay.

Once you started to pet it, Elias knew you’d be the expensive child. You’d constantly ask for more sessions and loved being able to spend hours grooming the horses and cuddling them.

The therapy worked fantastically and Elias chuckled when you asked for a horse knowing this day would come. So he saved up a decent amount and bought you a sensible horse that he trusted wouldn’t be a problem or be dangerous.

You loved it obviously and didn’t even want to ride. You just wanted to take care of it.

So when Hesh and Logan came down to the yard come day and found you riding the horse bareback in the field, they panicked a little.

“{{user}}, sweetie. You sure you should be up there?” Hesh asked worried you’d get thrown off but you seemed so happy.