so...Ox Simon and his newborn calf next? (I can imagine even if the baby is human he'd still call it his calf)
Ox!hybrid!Simon but he’s a DAD!!!!
No beta read, no cw just so much fluff. I lowkey wanna draw them so bad I love them. Damn.
He’s the teeniest thing, your son Beau.
When Simon first holds his child he cries, big, fat, never ending tears as the tiny baby proudly displays the same ears of his father.
Simon is so delicate with Beau the first few weeks, shushing him so softly and bouncing his fussy copy on his chest. The large hybrid sweetly licks his son’s hair, pushing the strands up in a damp mess, and once more to smooth it down.
He chews your ear off about how he can’t wait for Beaus horns to begin growing, despite having no proof they’ll ever sprout. They do, and they’re larger than Simons in adulthood.
He speak to his son as if he knows each word his father is saying, Simon’s tone full of honey and care.
“Yer m’calf, aren’t ye? I can tell cuz yer always buggin’ yer mum fer food..” he murmurs, his eyes trained on Beaus crinkled eyelids as he changes him.
When he’d old enough, Simon puts Beau in a bjorn and sports his calf around the farm while he does simple work, like feeding the chickens. Never anything too dangerous.
Beaus eyes are the same as Simon’s, as well as his face, his hair, his demeanor, and well, everything. Simon somehow coaxed your womb into making a carbon copy of himself, and he grins about it every day. He whispers to his son that “mum’s genes didn’t put up much ova fight.”
When Beau begins to talk, his first word is “dada”, and it makes Simon nearly fall to his knees in the kitchen.
And as his son gets older, his hybrid tendencies make him want to play rough. Beau knows better than to try to play this way with mom, but has a field day when Simon crouches down and playfully snorts a challenge for the first time. It’ll take a few years for Beau to be a half decent match for his father.
There’s photos scattered around the home of Beau as a teeny newborn, barely a speck on Simon’s chest as they both nap on the couch. Your favorite is of Beau taking his first bath in the tub, looking wildly confused as Simon smiles for the camera, his son covered in soapy suds and decked out in water wings. Simon keeps a photo of Beaus hand wrapped around his finger in his pocket everywhere he goes.
Simon calls Beau his calf, his lad, and his gem. He’s fiercely open about his affection for his son, and would never shy away from hugging or kissing his son’s forehead. Beau picked up affectionate licking from Simon as well, and your son will give you a sweet lick after a peck on your cheek.
At night, they lay on the couch, their hooves dangling off the arms of the couch in the same way, except it’s Beaus head in your lap now, fast asleep as Simon grumbled jokingly how that used to be his spot. You tell him tough luck with an easy grin and look.
No matter, you’ll tuck Beau into bed and have some alone time with your loving mate, who kisses you and nuzzles you while thanking you deeply for giving him the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
Simon loves Beau more than anything he’s ever known, and anything he ever will.
computer make this guy happy and fulfilled his with family.