LOGINShare
Chapter 102
Latest chapter
My Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Chapter 172
Eight pieces sold. Not on opening night. Over the three weeks of the exhibition. But on opening night, there had been four red dots by the end of the evening, and around nine, Patricia had looked at me from across the room with an expression that said everything she was too professional to say out loud. The agent contacted me during the second week. I'd already heard of her, but I didn't know her personally. She was petite and direct, asking clear questions about what I wanted from my work and where I saw it going. Then she told me what she could offer and estimated the value of my work based on its potential. I thanked her. I said I'd think about it. I thought about it for thirty-six hours. After my second meeting with Aiden, I called him from the café near the gallery. I was outside in the February cold, my coat only half on because I'd walked out of the meeting and called him before I'd had a chance to prepare for the weather. He answered immediately. I started tal
My Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Chapter 171
Rosalie's POV The second exhibition took place in February. Patricia, from the Alcott Gallery, had wanted January, but I'd asked for February because January felt too soon after the first exhibition. Too rushed. The large painting I'd been struggling with had finally been finished in December, and I wanted to give it the space it deserved in the selection rather than squeeze it in at the last minute. Patricia had agreed to February. The preparation was different this time. Not easier. I wasn't sure it ever would be. But it was more familiar. I knew what the paintings looked like on these particular walls now. I knew the lighting, the angles, and the way Patricia hung them. It was a thoughtful, deliberate process that required trust. I had fourteen pieces this time, three more than my first exhibition, the result of four months of steady work. The promotion was different, too. Patricia had arranged a small feature in a local magazine, the kind of publication that covered arts
My Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Chapter 170
"I'm glad you live here now," she said. No transition, no preamble. Just that one sentence slipped between two crackers. I looked down at my coffee. "I'm glad too," I said. She looked at me with the brown eyes that were mine, set in her face. "Mom's happy too," she said. "Even if it takes her a while to say what she's thinking." I said nothing. "She's getting better," Lucy said, in the tone of someone delivering a report. "Before, she never said anything about the important things. Now she says some of them. Slowly." She thought about it. "I think she's practicing." "She's doing very well," I said. "I know," Lucy said. "I told her that." I looked at the table. "Did she say anything?" "She said thank you in the voice she uses when something means more to her than she lets on." Lucy ate another cracker. "I know that voice." I thought about Rosie's voices. The one she had mastered, her real voice, and the one in between that she used when something had made it past
My Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Chapter 169
Aiden's POV I was falling, and I had already fallen. This wasn't new. I had been doing it for years, managing the situation carefully, maintaining a strategic distance, and convincing myself for seven years that the management and distance were for her sake when they had really been for mine. The fall had never stopped. It had simply happened at a distance that allowed both of us to keep functioning. There was no longer any possibility of retreat. I didn't tell her that. She continued to measure everything, carefully and precisely, with the particular attentiveness of someone who, having been given bad information, had questioned everything ever since. I could watch her measuring. I saw those moments when she felt something, then stopped and confronted it with her own awareness, making sure it was real before allowing herself to surrender to it. I respected that. I was the reason she'd needed to measure things in the first place. The least I could do was give her al
My Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Chapter 168
"What did you do?" he asked. "I called my landlord," I said. "At two in the morning. Crying. Because I'd signed a lease that prohibited pets, and I now had four cats, three of whom were only a few hours old, and I had no idea what to do." "What did the landlord do?" he asked. "He came over," I said. "At two in the morning. He was sixty years old. He sat on the floor of my bathroom and helped me figure out what to do. He never said a word about the lease." I paused. "He also helped me find foster homes for the kittens six weeks later, and he never reported the cat. He simply never mentioned it." Aiden laughed. It was a real laugh, open and spontaneous, the kind that came from somewhere deep inside rather than the polite laughs people used to show that they'd found something amusing. I'd heard him laugh before, but usually it was restrained, a brief exhale of satisfaction. This was different. I loved it too much. I was aware that I liked it far too much, and I did nothing
My Brother's Best Friend's Secret Baby Chapter 167
Rosalie's POV The restaurant had grown quieter around us. I noticed after about three hours. The background noise had faded, the tables around us were emptying as the evening went on, and we were still there, with the remains of dinner, glasses of water that had been refilled twice, and a conversation that hadn't found a natural stopping point. We talked about his business. Not the official version I'd heard during legal proceedings or custody discussions. The real version. What it had been like at the beginning, what it had become, and the particular satisfaction he found in working with veterans. He didn't describe it in the language of mission or purpose, the way people sometimes talked about a job well done. He used the gentler words of someone who had finally found a place where his abilities and the things that truly mattered to him came together. He asked me about the gallery. Not the previous exhibition, but the next one, my plans, what I wanted to accomplish with my
You May Also Like
Trading My Ex for His Uncle
Hello Spring652.1K viewsPop My Cherry Daddy!
Xee write731.8K viewsMy Best Friend's Father
Thorns636.5K viewsONLY YOU
Rosa Kane782.4K viewsplease divorce me, Mr Ford
Eugene69 viewsNaked Diaries
Vic To Ria 142 viewsAfter Divorce, I’m Thriving In The Apocalypse
Miije71 viewsLove in Contract
Starlingwrites50 views
