While Margaux had never been much for animals beyond the usual domesticated dog or cat, she couldn’t deny the critters at the petting zoo were incredibly cute. Albeit, incredibly smelly, there was something about the faces of the sheep that made her heart melt. She watched her daughters run from one make-shift pen to the next, petting the farm animals eagerly and offering them small handfuls of the feed she’d purchased beforehand.
Imogen shrieked as the goat's tongue made contact with her small outstretched palm and the two ran away from the pen, giggling incessantly. The sight of her children enjoying themselves so, seeing them as carefree as she hoped they be throughout the divorce proceeding warmed her and brought the slightest of smiles to her lips.
Without much thought, Margaux approached the sheep’s pen and stuck one of her manicured hands hesitantly in. One of the white balls of fluff came trodding over only a moment later and brushed up against her hand. She resisted the urge to pull away and instead let her fingers sink into the creatures wool. It was soft, warm, and the action brought a genuine smile to her face. She looked to the person beside her, her face still lit up as her fingers worked through the wool, “I really don’t see why we can have petting zoo here every weekend.” // @milocallum