Periodicity

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SWIPE AND HIT PLAY FOR MUSIC!
Gabby's POV
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January 20th

I've known this girl for almost three years and she still can't use a paintbrush to save her life. It's honestly disheartening.

"Do another stroke just like that one," she tells Justice who honestly should be coaching her. He's doing the better job. He's sitting in her lap, painting on old canvases while I pack the stuff I need.

I continue to gather my sketches and the fabric samples that I will be using to present some of my ideas. I gather my files and some paper work I had put up in the gallery. It's just more organized here.

"Don't forget the authorization forms that I had Marsha email over to you earlier," Gary, someone in charge of assisting me, requests over the video call. I nod and proceed to decide on which one of the fabrics I'll be using for one of my bigger projects.

I hold the two pieces out in front of me.

One is safe and the other...not so much. It might clash but I wouldn't know until I was finished. I don't have the time to make a mistake.

"Sir, I think it's safest to go with-"

I hold my hand up.

I don't remember asking him.

"Baby," I call and Gabby picks her head up from over Justice's shoulder and looks at me. The decision is hers.

I give a look, letting her know that she has the say but I really need her to make the best choice.

She nods her head at the one that's more of a risk.

"Sure?" I ask.

"I believe in you," she says sweetly.

She has spoken.

I let out a light breath and add it to my other packed things. I don't pack the remaining one. I'm not turning back.

"Sir, at least-"

"Garry, thank you for the assistance but I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight," I say before ending the call. I gather all of my things.

I turn to face the giggles in the room.

"You're so damn mean," Gabby says chuckling.

"Cmon," I tell her. I need to finish packing and get a quick shower in before I head out. I pack the car while Gabby gets Justice buckled. Then, I lock up and get us home.

Gabby is still feeding Justice by the time I finish packing and decide to shower. I quickly exit and fit myself into the clothes laid out on the bed.

When I get my sweatshirt over my head, I see a shy smile peeking through the creak of the door. I smile back.

"You sure you have everything you need?" She asks but she knows I always do.

"Yes,"

"Did you check the weather? Do you need to take a raincoat?" She says rummaging through the closet. She always gets like this when I leave.

"It'll be cold but it won't rain. I don't need a raincoat," I say and I see her head peek through the door. She's pouting. "Come here," I tell her.

She walks over slowly, still furrowing her brows. As soon as she reaches me, her face is planted in my chest.

"It's not that long, Baby," I say stroking her curls.

"Yes it is," she mumbles into my chest.

"It's only two weeks," I tell her but even I know that sounds like a lifetime without her.