The whirlwind of their careers had brought success and excitement, but it had also created a distance between Georgie and Morgan. With both of them working on their respective albums and collaborating with new artists, they were spending more time apart than ever before. Late nights at separate studios in the city, long hours of recording, and the pressure of their upcoming releases meant they barely saw each other except in passing. And that, more than anything, had started to weigh on them.
One evening, Georgie sat on the porch, her guitar leaning against the railing as she stared out over the fields. She had just gotten home from a long day in the studio, and though she was proud of the work she was doing, something felt off. The farmhouse, which had always been her sanctuary, felt too quiet without Morgan around.
Morgan arrived home not long after, the weariness of his own long day etched on his face. He walked up the steps, giving her a tired smile as he sat down beside her. There was a moment of silence, the two of them simply sitting there, sharing the space without saying a word.
"I miss this," Georgie said softly, breaking the quiet. "I miss us."
Morgan glanced over at her, his expression softening. "Yeah, me too. I feel like we're just two ships passing lately."
Georgie sighed, leaning back in her chair. "We're both so busy with our albums, and I'm loving every second of it, but... I hate that we hardly get to spend time together anymore."
Morgan nodded, the same thought having been on his mind for weeks. "It's hard, G. I feel the same way. We're always at studios in town, working late, and by the time we get home, it's like there's no time left for us."
They sat in silence for a moment, the reality of their situation sinking in. The music industry was everything they had worked for, and both of their careers were at a high point, but it came with a price. The long hours apart were taking their toll.
Then, an idea struck Morgan, one that had been brewing in the back of his mind but hadn't fully formed until now. He turned to Georgie, a small spark of excitement lighting up his eyes.
"What if we didn't have to go into the city anymore?" Morgan asked, his voice thoughtful.
Georgie frowned slightly, confused. "What do you mean?"
Morgan leaned forward, the idea becoming clearer as he spoke. "What if we built a studio right here, on the farm? A proper one, with everything we need to record—multiple booths, top-notch equipment—the whole deal. That way, we wouldn't have to spend so much time apart. We could both work from here, together."
Georgie's eyes widened as she processed what he was saying. A studio on their farm? She hadn't even considered the possibility, but now that Morgan had brought it up, it seemed perfect.
"You mean, like a full recording studio? Here?" she asked, her voice already brimming with excitement.
Morgan nodded. "Yeah. We could have our own space, our own setup. We wouldn't have to keep driving into the city, staying late, missing each other. We'd have everything we need right here, and we could work whenever we wanted."
Georgie leaned forward, her heart racing with the idea. "I love that. We could build something really special—a place where we could both create and still be together. I hate that we're always apart because of studio time. This would change everything."
Morgan grinned, the excitement growing between them. "Exactly. Plus, think about it—we'd have total freedom to collaborate, bring artists out here, make music in a place that feels like home."
Georgie's mind raced with possibilities. "We'd get the best of both worlds. The peace and quiet of the farm, but with everything we need to keep making music. We wouldn't have to compromise."
They exchanged a look, both of them knowing that this idea was more than just a pipe dream. It was a solution to the problem they had been struggling with for weeks—how to balance their careers and their relationship without sacrificing one for the other.
"Well," Georgie said with a playful smile, "looks like we've got a studio to build."
The next morning, the two of them were already deep in planning. They sketched out ideas at the kitchen table, envisioning what the studio would look like, how it would function, and where they'd build it on the property.
"I'm thinking we put the main control room over here," Morgan said, pointing to an open area near the back of the house. "And we'll have two separate recording booths—one for vocals, one for instruments—so we can both work at the same time if we need to."
Georgie nodded, glancing at the rough sketches. "And we could add a lounge area, somewhere to relax between takes. It should be cozy, a place where we can kick back when we're pulling late nights."
Morgan grinned. "And soundproof the walls so we don't hear the cows."
Georgie laughed, the excitement building between them. "This is going to be perfect."
Over the next few weeks, they met with builders, contractors, and designers, going over the details for their dream studio. Every part of the project felt personal—they weren't just building a studio; they were building a space where their music and their lives could exist in harmony. The place where they would spend their time together, creating something bigger than themselves.
Construction began on a warm Monday morning. As the builders laid the foundation, Georgie and Morgan stood side by side, watching their vision come to life. It was surreal seeing the first steps of what would soon be their creative haven.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Georgie said, her hand resting on Morgan's arm. "It's like everything's finally falling into place."
Morgan smiled, squeezing her hand. "Yeah. And now we won't have to spend so much time apart. We'll be making music here, together, just like we wanted."
They watched as the studio took shape, day by day. The walls went up, the rooms were framed, and slowly, the space transformed into something real. It was exciting, knowing that soon they would no longer have to leave the farm for late-night recording sessions. They could be together, work together, and share the creative energy that had brought them this far.
A few months later, the studio was complete. It was everything they had imagined and more—a state-of-the-art facility, nestled in the peaceful surroundings of their farm. The main control room was outfitted with the best equipment money could buy, while the recording booths were designed for perfect acoustics. The lounge was cozy and comfortable, with big windows overlooking the fields, filling the space with natural light.
Georgie stood in the middle of the control room, looking around in awe. "It's perfect. I can't believe it."
Morgan walked up beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist. "We did it. Now we can work, create, and spend time together. No more long hours apart."
They both smiled, knowing that this studio was more than just a place to record. It was a symbol of their commitment to each other and their music. A space where they could grow, both as artists and as partners.
As the sun began to set, they stood on the porch, looking out over the studio they had built together.
"To us," Georgie said, raising her glass.
"To us," Morgan replied, clinking his glass against hers. "And to always making time for what matters."
With their new studio, their careers, and their relationship stronger than ever, they felt ready to take on whatever came next—together.
**A/N ahh! this next chapter just has my heart!!**
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