paint and literature ♡ [spencer reid]

part 4- you dont know me well

The particularly sunny February was flying by and after a few weeks in her new place, Lacy was starting to feel at home.

With colour, Lacy soon realized that home could be achieved. The past few weeks had been spent shopping for plants, informing her friends and clients about her relocation as well as placing the final touches on her new place. At times, she was able to exchange a few words with the allusive man in apartment D4, a man who for the most part was always coming and going.

As she had finally settled into her new space, Lacy opened her ways of money-making back up, alerting those who used her online store that she was back in business. Before long, a commission for a piece came in and finally, she could paint again.

The portrait was on a medium canvas, commissioned by a woman with a love of travel. She had sent a photo of a small floral-covered town in the middle of France that she desperately wanted to be hung in her home. It was the perfect first commission as it was vibrant and full of life, boosting the energy Lacy needed to begin this piece.

She knew it would take some time to complete but, that was okay. She turned on some music to begin, painting the first few strokes. However, not long after this, she was rudely interrupted by a phone call.

"Hello?" Lacy answered, answering too quickly to even read the called ID. If she had, she would not be able to feel her self-esteem fall through the ground in the next three seconds.

"Hello, Larissa." The voice on the other wand answered.

"Hi Mom, how are you?" She sighed, standing away from the painting before she infected it with negative energy.

"I am well, your father and I are on our boat in France and the thought of you sprung to mind, how have you been, my dear?" She fished for information.

All she had to do was say nothing, say she was fine and busy and had to go, it's such a simple task.

"Good, I just moved so I'm unpacking."

Oh for fucks sake.

"You could afford that? Is this your way of telling Papa and me that you've gone back to life as a lawyer?" She frantically asked, she could tell she had my father's attention.

"No Mom, still doing art and I'm gaining a bit of attention now so I could afford a better place. I'm not going back to the DA." Lacy replied, feeling the disappointment evening through the phone.

"Jazmine how many times must I say this, art is a hobby. I am unsure what sort of quarter-life crisis you are going through but, you need to snap out of it!" She lectured back to her fed but daughter.

"Cool, thanks Mom, always a pleasure."

"You must-" Lacy hung up the phone before her mother could get another word.

In a past life, when presented with either being disowned or getting a well-paying job, Lacy chose to go with the wishes of her parents. However, after spending years hating the gruelling life of law and how disappointed she was in herself for letting her Mother win, she had enough.

She traded pant suits for dungarees and never looked back.

Of course, her parents always looked back at the life she had. They preferred her to be miserable and successful rather than happy and semi-successful. Lace always felt that they would be forever disappointed in being over it.

While wallowing in the hate of her mother's tongue, her phone rang again and this time she made sure to make sure the devil wasn't on the other line.

"Hey Aiden, what's up?" She safely answered.

"Hey Lace, I have something to run by you," He opened.

Larissa Taylor met Aiden Campbell in law school and unlike her, he was there by choice. He became a family attorney and a good one at that. He had a passion for his job and for helping others, the law was his calling.

"Shoot." She answered back, sitting down in front of the developing canvas once again.

"I need a cake, something cute for Rory's birthday. I will pay you in full, possibly double." He asked, she could tell that he was rushing through the streets.

"You don't have to pay me if it's for Rory-"

"You're a broke artist." He responded.

"Fair but now I'm only semi-broke, so I can do nice things for my Goddaughter." She laughed, and he laughed back.

Aiden and his ex had Lorelei, nicknamed Rory the (character she was named after), while they were in high school. They didn't get married and were civil with each other. From what Lacy could see, they are excellent co-parents.

"I've got her this weekend, Danny said it's my year to get her for her birthday and all she asks to do is go and see Aunt Lacy. It's driving me insane." He explained.

"I'll be free this weekend, I think. her birthday is on Sunday, yes?" Jaz questions.

"That's correct."

"I shall see you then, come over here and I'll have the cake ready to go for her." She replied.

"You are my proof that god is real, see you soon."

It seemed that that phone call would have been the only hero to beat the villain of self-doubt that her mother had instilled in her. At that moment, Lacy knew her life was on track.