Jola was home on maternity leave, and she had Uni drag a desk into the living room so she could still do her accounting work, but her real motive was to watch Uni. Never in her life had she seen children act as good as they did for Uni, it was obvious that each loved him like a father, and that Uni loved each and every one of them as his own children, the little living room was filled with pure love.
Most of the children brought their own lunches, but not all parents could afford that, so at lunch time, Uni made them lunch himself, getting the food from their own fridge. No one went without, and his lunches were so popular, that soon all the children were asking for them. He made up a story for each sandwich , a song for each drink, for the children, as well as Uni, and even for herself, it was a magical time. But Jola’s accountant mind soon figured that Uni was barely making any money at all, and she decided to talk to the mothers herself.
The next morning, she asked them all to walk with her, so that Uni would not overhear, mentioned that he was spending almost all of the little he made on feeding the children who had nothing, and was again surprised when some of the mothers started to cry. She quickly found that it was not only the children who loved Uni, and at lunch time she had another surprise, each of the mothers turned up, all with food especially wrapped, for their children’s lunches, and stayed to serve it and to listen to Uni’s special stories
Uni was a hero to these hard working mothers, not only did their children never get sick there, but he taught them respect, and love for each other, he gave them hope, and made each feel special. One mother said to Jola as she left, “If you ever get sick of him, just tell me.”
Jola smiled and said, “I’m not letting him go, ever.” They all laughed, it was the answer they had all expected.
Suddenly Jola felt her water break, and headed quickly to the horse paddock where Kasandra was born, asking one of the mothers to let Uni know before she left. The paddock was vastly different, the stallions had never been replaced, some of the injured mares had died from their wounds, the remainder were older, but still came to Jola’s aid, and her baby was born quickly, a colt, but there was something terribly wrong, its foreleg was horribly deformed. She wanted to cry, she felt she had let Uni down, he so much wanted a colt, and she felt the tears running down her cheeks as the new colt staggered attempting to stand and reach its milk.
At home Uni felt the baby born, and suggested to the children that they go for a walk to see the horses. With squeals of delight they all set off, and within an hour they had reached Jola. She was still in unicorn form, so only Uni and Kasandra recognised her, but both noticed her tears flowing. “Oh hun, he’s beautiful, “ said Uni with a huge smile on his face, and Kasandra sat beside hum hugging him, with a huge smile on her face as well. As Jola hadn’t named him yet Uni suggested Sheen, and helped him stand so he could reach her teat, where he suckled greedily.
After little Sheen had finished drinking, Uni left him with Kasandra and the other children while he walked Jola out of sight to change back to human form, and when she did, she was still crying. He held her tightly and said how lovely she was and how proud he was of her and their new baby boy.
“Do you really like him?” Asked Jola, her tears starting to dry.
“He is just what I wanted.” Uni said, his smile widening further.
Suddenly Jola was hugging him with all he strength, “I was so worried you wouldn’t, so very worried,”
“He’s wonderful,” Uni said laughing, “And just look at Kasandra, she thinks so too.”
Uni picked up his new son and called the children. With his new baby in his arms, Jola hugging his arm tightly and Kasandra holding his hand, they headed home. He felt complete, with everything he had ever dreamed of around him.
