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A wonderful prize piece from that I received by being the lucky one in a contest.

When an ordinary day and ordinary events leads Bixyl to find the one woman he'll love till the end of their days, what will truly become of their lives?

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After another average day at his job as a lead reporter and head editor for Second Gen Newser Bixyl was ready to go home and relax but his buddy R.E. Coyote; better known as Reco, had other things in mind, another day, another bar…perhaps a good brawl or two to help wind down. Sounded like fun and in truth it was just what he needed. He didn’t bother going home just met R.E at his friend’s bar of choice, at his age Bixyl was hardly expecting to pick up anyone; though he always kept an open mind about such a possibility would come about.

The two of them were seated at the bar on red leather stools that had long been bolted to the floor; it was an old bar, one that once held the reputation for a great deal of trouble back in the days. Now it was relatively quiet, unless Reco had a mind to start something, which was usually the case at least once a month. Bixyl just slouched over his pint, not bothering to take off his thick overcoat or bowler. Paying too much mind in watching the bubble drift up to its foamy head as he day dreamed of better things while his friend eyed off potential ‘prey’.

“Now those look interesting…” Reco muttered scratching at his chin and raising a brow his eyes cast on the other side of the room.

He heard the coyote mutter something not sure if he was speaking directly to him or just muttering in general Bixyl blinking looked over to him. “I’m sorry Reco what did you say?” He asked while rubbing his temples slowly.

“You really do need a pick-me-up don’t you? I said have a gander at those blokes over there.” The coyote pointed to three wolves standing around a waist-high table, all three looked ready to turn the place inside out and knock down any and all who stood in their way. But Bixyl’s gaze didn’t stay on them for long; his attention was caught by a group of women sitting in a low booth just in front of the trio.

There were four of them, all sitting chattering amongst themselves none had noticed his eyes on them, and so he took a moment to look at them all. The first a husky who’s fur was purple and white with the defining black tiger-like stripes. The second was a tall, sweet looking yellow-tan bunny with almost neon-blue hair that looked very familiar. Thirdly a grey folf, a mix of wolf and fox with pinned-up dark blueberry coloured hair. But it was the one who sat on the right end that held his attention the most she set his heart racing and made his stomach feel as if it was floating.

A slender-framed woman, a delicate chocolate brown and cream marked coat, the clothes she wore allowed glimpses of beautifully crafted tattoos on both the front of her shoulders and along her thighs. Her hair was a deep red-brown kept neatly around framed glasses that only added to the beauty of her large eyes. She was something between a possum, a feline and a lemur but it was hard for him to tell from where he sat. Feeling he’d gazed too long Bixyl finally spoke.

“I’d normally say you’re in over your head with those guys Reco but I’m up for it.” He grinned looking back to his friend who held an equally toothy smile, a hand paw slap on the back had Bixyl choke down the last mouthful of beer as Reco slid from his stool.

“That’s the spirit, bar keep, two shots of courage for me and my friend here,” He called out, swiftly taking hold of the small glasses filled with whiskey as they were placed down in front of them, the bar keeper giving Reco a stern look of warning. “Well bottom’s up pal!” The coyote chuckled before downing his shot, Bixyl hesitant for a moment before following suit. Afterwards they turned to head out…or at least so it seemed.

Reco dressed to match his attitude and his attitude was matched by how he dressed, black pants, white short sleeved shirt half covered by an open black leather vest. He almost always wore his cowboy hat too, which gave him the typical ‘takes no shit’ appeal; it was something he claimed the ladies fawned over him for. He stopped short at the table of women Bixyl had kept more of an eye on than the wolves, taking a small bow. “Ladies could I trouble you a moment to mind my hat?!” He said laying it down on their table a few seconds before turning swiftly and planting a right hook firmly on the jaw of the closest wolf.

Bixyl offered an apologetic smile to them as a squeal of fright came from all of them as the brawl started, he had in mind to leave his friend to the fight but found himself as always dragged into it when, one of the trio tackled him to the ground. For a few moments things went down well, his blood was pumping and the old fox felt much better after the day he’d had, until he wound up getting punched so hard he staggered back and fell right through the table where the women were sitting watching in awe.

He could only give a bloodied and goofy smile to the woman at the end who’d so captured him before Reco started things with the wolf trio, she just shook her head at him, but he could see the sparkle of amusement held within her eyes that she tried to hide while she tipped the glass of ice she held into a napkin and offered it down for him to take. “Uh thanks…” He said his paw touching hers lightly before he placed the iced napkin over an eye.

“Bixyl, c’mon buddy stop chatting up the ladies and come help me you lousy…OOF!” Reco’s words cut off as he was grabbed into a firm choke hold but it wasn’t by one of the trio it was the bar keep who’d both seen and heard enough.

“Damnit Reco you blasted pain of a coyote every month you start this crap. You three I apologize but best you get going from here I don’t want you finishing the business he started and messin’ up my bar much more.” The overly muscled yet plump hog said to the wolves, eying them until they were out of the door with mutters and growls of displeasure sure that they’d be waiting to pounce once the boys took leave for home later on.

So the bar keeper called them both a cab to get them home safely in and as much as Reco complained about it the night wasn’t a complete loss, for it was that night when Bixyl knew he’d found the one he was meant to be with for the remainder of time, and it wasn’t just chance that he saw her that night. For there were many others to come, and like all great friendships that comes from completely random meetings what was between Bixyl and the woman he soon came to know as Jasmine turned into something they knew was ultimately undeniable.

From friendship blossomed romance, from romance grew love and from love came the bond of marriage and the start of a family. Bixyl couldn’t have been happier he worked hard at his job to support Jasmine and their unborn child, her friends and family also supported them especially her close friends he’d seen the night they first lay eyes upon one another. Perri the bunny who Bixyl knew from work, Nadia the folf who not only owned a radio station but was a DJ on the side (and who was also self-proclaimed godmother) along with Lsai the husky; whom worked with Nadia where always seen at one time or another visiting at their house.

Everybody of course pitched in when the house was first brought, they made an almost run down house a home, and the babies room surprisingly enough was mostly put together by Reco who’d taken quite a shine to the thought of being an uncle. As Jasmine’s stomach grew along with their child Bixyl all but waited on his wife hand and foot, catering to her every need whenever he could outside of working hours. Any craving she suddenly had no matter what for, any ache she got no matter where the fox was there making sure she had everything she could need and wish for.

But not all stories of love and happiness like this ends as they start, there’s always something to set things off course, to spiral the good things into darkness before once again coming to light and this is no difference to any other story. Around a couple of weeks before the child was due to be finally born Jasmine and Bixyl had been told there may be some complications with the birth of their child, because of the paring of different species, Jasmine was told that she might not be able to handle the birth. That it might not go as well as it births should go.

Their doctor had told them it could be very dangerous to their child’s health and afterwards he suggested inducing an early birth to try and be on a safer side. They both knew it wasn’t without its own risks in doing exactly that but a greater chance for their unborn child was better than the possible alternative. And so Jasmine was admitted into the labour ward where the doctor began the inducement and Bixyl sat waiting with his wife as her contractions started, growing stronger and closer together until finally it was ready for the child to come into the world.

After long hours of waiting and pushing the wails of their baby could be heard, Jasmine beyond exhaustion looked on with loving affection as Bixyl was handed their daughter by one of the nurses and brought her over, a smile wider than any Cheshire cat could have held across his muzzle. Jasmine reached out with a lone paw, brushing it softly along the check of the small face of her daughter before it dropped back onto the bed in which she laid a smile on her face and true happiness in her eyes but the birth had indeed taken its toll. And as Bixyl looked down at her, his brows furrowing inn concern he watched his wife slip away, having given her life for that of their beautiful child.

There was nothing the doctors or nurses could do for her though they tried and tried Jasmine just couldn’t fight it she had no strength left, but as saddened as her husband was he knew she’d be forever watching over him and their daughter. A daughter whose fur was orange and black and white so much like her father’s and whose eyes looked so incredibly like Jasmine’s had, wide and orange like the glistening rays of the sun. She was Bixyl’s entire world now and there wasn’t a day that passed where he did not look at the child and think of his wife.

After Jasmine’s funeral at the gathering where all family and close friends sat around consoling one another in a united time of sorrows while he cradled her within his arms, it was Lsai who came over and asked him if he could tell them all about the night he’d met his wife and how they’d come to create such a wonderful daughter. And so as he gazed about at them all with tears welled in his eyes Bixyl began telling them all of exactly how he’d first set eyed on the woman he knew he’d come to love till the end of their days. Through the coloured glass depiction of an angel that was the window of the small church, sunlight poured through casting around rainbow lights, Bixyl’s little girl smiling with gums for all to be seen bringing smiles to those who looked on at her and listened to her father’s story.

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