Page 42 of His Little Ametrine
“You don’t have bars and clubs where people perform?”
He shakes his head. “No, but more importantly, our females are all like you—coddled, protected, submissive. They don’t hold down public jobs. They don’t dress in slinky evening wear or any other costumes like you’re used to. We have music. Our own music is all produced by men, but we also have every type of music from your planet. We’ve brought it here. You can listen to anything you want. We have all your books, too. It takes a while for the latest releases to get here from Earth because everything comes when one of us returns with a mate.”
I manage to reach for his arm and squeeze it with my semi-functional hand. It’s a relief to know I’ll have access to music and books. “What about movies and television?”
“We get that, too, Little one.”
“But…” I’m still sad about my own singing. I look away as tears fill my eyes.
Papi kisses my cheeks. “You will sing, Baby girl, just not in front of an audience.”
“Where would I sing? How would I get discovered?”
Papi’s smile grows. “I’ll show you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Raevion
It’s time. My Little girl is hurting. She needs to know that she will be able to explore her talent here. I’ve held off telling her because I was worried about her singing voice, and I didn’t think she was ready, but her range is amazing. It will all come back. I’m certain. Plus, I wasn’t kidding. It wouldn’t matter. If she never improved past what she has today, she would be a star.
I rise to my knees, scoop her into my arms, and carry her into the house. Instead of heading toward the hallway that leads to her nursery and my bedroom, I head the other direction, toward the door to the rooms I have not yet shown her. My workspace.
I shift Sara so she’s propped upright on my hip, keeping a hand on her back in case she sways.
Finally, I open the door and step inside.
Sara’s eyes go wide. Several seconds tick by while her gaze darts around the space before she gasps. “What is this?”
“It’s a recording studio.” I beam at her.
“Why do you have a recording studio in your home?”
“It’s what I do for a living, Little one. I’m a producer.”
“Of music?”
“Of everything, but that includes music. Sometimes people come here to record talk shows or other entertainment. Some days I work with material that comes from Earth and make it available to the public.” I give her a squeeze. “Fate knew what She was doing when She put you in my path, Little one. You can record all the songs you want here any time you feel like it.”
Her wide eyes grow wider as her jaw drops. She’s stunned.
“Breathe, Baby girl. You won’t be able to sing if you stop breathing on me,” I tease.
She draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she twists in my arms to look around again. “You’re serious.”
“Yes. I’m sorry there’s no system in place that will allow you to perform live, but I have the second-best thing.”
“Do you have instruments? A piano?”
I open a door to one side of us and push it wide as I step inside. “We have something very similar to a piano. You’ll have to learn to play it, but I have no doubt you can.”
This room has not only the instrument she was hoping for but several others she won’t be familiar with yet. She’ll learn.
Shocking me, my Little girl manages to clap her hands together around my neck. She also kisses me all over the side of my face.
I chuckle as I hold on to her, ease out of the room, and head back into the main house. As soon as I’m in the living room, I lower her to a blanket in the middle of the floor, settle her on her back, and straddle her small body, not touching any part of her anymore.
She squirms and lifts her arms, managing to clasp onto the side of my loose pants to tug me down. She’s not strong enough, though. I don’t budge.
