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Chapter Seventy-Two :Cole povThe morning after Jay accepted my father's investment, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Jay was already in the studio. I could hear him moving around. Brushes clinking. Canvas shifting. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened.My father's apology. The loan. Jay's face when he said yes.I got out of bed. Walked to the studio.Jay was standing in front of a canvas. His back was to me. His shoulders were relaxed. He was painting fast, movements sure and confident."Morning," I said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about the money?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my hands on his shoulders."You don't have to paint it all today," I said."I know.""But you're going to try anyway.""I'm going to try anyway."I kissed his cheek. "That's why I love you."The phone rang at 10am.My father."

Chapter seventy four :Cole pov The morning after Richard left, I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of Jay in the studio.He was painting again. He'd been painting every day since my father's visit. The woman on the canvas was almost finished. I could see it in the way Jay moved. Faster. More sure.I lay there for a while. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking about what my father said to Jay at the airport. I love you too, son.My father had never said that to anyone but me and Maya. Never. Hearing him say it to Jay changed something. I didn't know what. But I could feel it.I got out of bed. Walked to the studio. Jay was standing in front of the canvas. His back was to me."Morning," I said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about my father?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Looked at the canvas. The woman was complete. Her face was calm. Her eyes were steady. She wasn't afraid anymore."She's done," I said."She's done.""What now?""I don't know

Chapter Seventy-Six : Jay pov The morning after the family dinner, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Cole was already in the kitchen. I could hear him moving around. Coffee brewing. Dishes clinking. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize.I lay there for a while. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking about everything that happened.My father. The dinner. The way he looked at the paintings. The way he said my name. Like I belonged.I got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen.Cole was standing by the window. Coffee cup in his hand. Looking out at the street."Morning," he said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about last night?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my arms around his waist."It was good," I said."It was.""Your father is trying.""He is.""So are you."Cole turned around. Faced me. "We both are."The phone rang at 9am.Richard."Jay," he said. "How are you?""Good. Tired. Cole is making coffee.""He's

Chapter Seventy-Eight : Cole pov The morning after my father offered to buy Jay a studio, I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of Jay in the kitchen.He was making coffee. I could hear the kettle whistling. Cups clinking. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything. The studio. Jay's face when I told him. The way he said he didn't want to owe anyone.I got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen.Jay was standing by the window. Coffee cup in his hand. Looking out at the street."Morning," he said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about the studio?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my arms around his waist."You don't have to decide today," I said."I know.""But you're going to think about it anyway.""I'm going to think about it anyway."I kissed his cheek. "That's why I love you."The phone rang at 9am. My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""Good. T

Chapter Eighty : Jay povThe morning after the studio dinner, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Cole was already in the kitchen. I could hear him moving around. Coffee brewing. Dishes clinking. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened.The studio. My father's words. To family. Cole's face when he said it.I got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen.Cole was standing by the window. Coffee cup in his hand. Looking out at the street."Morning," he said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about the studio?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my arms around his waist."It's real," I said."It's real.""The studio. The family. All of it.""It's real."Cole turned around. Faced me. "You okay?""I'm better than okay."The phone rang at 9am. Richard."Jay," he said. "How are you?""Good. Tired. Cole is making coffee.""He's a good c