Painting romance - Choose your ending

Chapter 44: A glimpse in the future

I look at the sparkles in my glass of tea from the Sparkling Tea Company and smile.

Right in front of me, my last deal lay signed on the table.

A famous soccer player as rich as the sea deep, is willing to pay me to paint his wife.

Apparently he's a huge fan of my work and he wants something customized just for him.

He has bought two of my other works as well, he wants his wife above his bed.

My head still spins as I think about the numbers.

As I close the gallery my fingers move over to my left underarm, dancing over the lines of the golden ratio.

I grab my phone, there is one person above all else who I want to share this succes with first.

Nerves settle in my belly as I hear the ringing in my phone.

"Princess, how are you?" His chipper voice fills the line.

"Is it Michelle?" I hear Claire yell in the background.

"Dad, I sold 3 more paintings." I whisper on the phone.

"What?" They both yell.

"We are so proud of you Princess." He says.

"Thanks dad, for the support and everything." I say.

"Always Princess." He replies.

"Say hi to Maxen for me." Claire yells.

"I will." I smile on the phone.

"He'll be so damn proud of you." Dad grins.

He is.

I walk outside, because I know for sure that's where I'll find them.

All of them.

Maxen, Remi and Bjorn sitting around a bonfire in our backyard.

The backyard of our U-shaped farm, where each has built his own home.

Maxen's eyes sparkle immediately as he spots me.

He moves on the bench to make room for me.

"Finally." He whispers as he presses a soft kiss on my lips.

"Someone has to earn money, you keep spending." I smile.

"Hey Hey Tiger, we just finished two more rooms." Bjorn says with a huge grin.

"So we now have four different love nests spread out over the territory" Remi says proudly.

"And more importantly all four are booked." Maxen smiles.

"So, you're saying that your romantic ideas actually make us money?" I answer.

"Yes." He smiles.

"You are a genius." I say.

"How was your evening?" Maxen asks as he softly kisses me.

I look at the fire for a moment and then back at him.

"I sold three more." I say.

"What? That's fucking amazing." Maxen hugs me tight.

"So me going, you guys going." I smile.

"Okay now hold your horses, we still need to survive those guests and their ratings." Remi smirks.

Maxen smiles mischievously at me, his hand caressing my back.

"How about now?" He asks.

"Now?" I answer.

"Now." He smiles.

"So, you guys will have time from now on?" I ask.

"Time? We need to clean the nests, prepare breakfast and pamper our guests." Bjron starts enumerating.

"There will be someone else to pamper." Maxen says.

And then it all turns silent and both eyes are on Maxen and me.

"What are you saying?" Bjorn stammers.

Maxen softly places his hand on my belly.

"Well since you two morons supported us from the beginning, we wanted to ask you guys something." Maxen starts.

"We wouldn't be here without you guys." I continue.

"How about pampering a godchild?" Maxen smiles.