Page 94 of Art of Love
I loved it. I loved the change in the seasons and watching the landscape change in the English countryside.
Most of all I loved the scene before me and it would make a pretty picture.
It was of Hunter chasing Ariel through the garden and around the fish pond.
My husband, and our two year old who already had a love for Disney princesses. It was our fault for calling her Ariel as in Princess Ariel, in The Little Mermaid. And, sure to sure our baby loved the Princess Ariel dress.
She wore it now for their game.
I’d stopped to catch my breath. These days I couldn’t run that fast. I was only two months pregnant with our second child but the tiredness seemed to have taken its toll on me a lot quicker this time around than with Ariel.
Hunter scooped her up and brought her over to me. She was giggling and started playing with his hair.
He put his arm around me the minute he got to me and pulled me close to the hard walls of his chest.
“You need to rest before later, love. No more dungeons and dragons.” He laughed planting a kiss on my lips.
“Daddy I want dragons.” Ariel giggled in her cute way.
“We’ll come back out later princess.” He brushed his nose over hers.
“Hunter, you are going to spoil her. We have a show tonight.”
Every time I said anything to do with our gallery it gave me this buzz of excitement. Like him and our sweet baby girl, it was the thing I couldn’t believe I had in my life.
Our own gallery where we worked together to create magic.
That was Hunter’s grand idea. The idea he had that memorable day when we each took ourselves out of the competition for the job at Impasso.
All that talk about dreams of wanting our own gallery to showcase our work. We had it. We did it together. Together we accomplished a dream we both wanted and it was the best job ever.
More importantly, we had each other and that was a dream by itself.
God. It didn’t feel real. None of it did.
Not the husband holding me, the beautiful baby in his arms, and the one inside me.
Not us walking toward our cottage in Warwickshire, in the English countryside.
It was just like his painting. All those years ago.
As we stepped inside the house it greeted us. It was the first thing I saw, along with the wedding present Hunter painted me. Hercules and the goddess Athena standing on the moon with the planet Jupiter off in the distance and blue butterflies surrounding them.
That was supposed to be us. Knowing my love for anything mythical and fantasy he did that for me and like everything I treasured it.
His parents would be here soon to pick up Ariel and we’d go off to our gallery where we’d open the first show of the new year.
John was going to be attending. Although we both saw him regularly, it was the first time since we’d set up that we managed to have him grace us with his presence. Simply because Impasso started their European tour in January too.
We opened officially two years and a half years ago, and God were we ever doing well. We travelled backward and forwards from England and LA mainly for Lana, but when it was clear she didn’t need me anymore we stationed our base here. She knew she had a home here and we bought her an apartment in LA she was happy with.
It ended well. This was the vision I never imagined but my heart hoped for.
It was everything and it all began with a chance meeting with Hunter and I in a bar, and the mother of all coincidences that threw us together.
The thing was I didn’t think there were any coincidences in that now.
I felt my angels were watching over me.
