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over to sit with me. Anyone but Sebastian, Shea said, giving Christian a pointed look over his
shoulder, making him smile.
Are you sure? Sebastian can be very entertaining.
Dude, I will end up back in the hospital if he comes here to babysit me. Shea snorted.
Christian laughed. That is probably true, let me call Quinn.
Shea nodded. Good choice.
Henry cursed silently as some asshole took the parking spot he had been waiting for. If he didn t
have the kids in the car, he would have flipped the hell out; instead, he just moved on to find another
spot. He was fuming, though. Finally, after a few minutes of driving around, he squeezed into another
spot. Christian s gallery was in a really bad location for trying to find somewhere to park.
Henry got all three kids out of the car and started down the sidewalk with Ethan, who was now
five, Henry III, who was two, and Adalyn, who was almost nine months old. Ethan was looking less
and less like a baby, and more and more like a growing boy. He was getting tall and thinned out a
lot. His face wasn t as round as it used to be, and his hair was now cut short, per his request. Ethan
wanted a Mohawk like little Henry, so both boys had short blonde Mohawks. Little Henry was
turning out to be a spitting image of his father, looking exactly like Henry, except he had crystal blue
eyes like his mother. It was funny how Ethan and Henry III looked so much alike even though they
had different biological fathers.
Then there was Henry s baby girl, Adalyn. She was a gorgeous little girl, naturally. She was her
mother s child with strawberry blonde curls and big bright blue eyes. Every time Henry took her out,
he was constantly told that she needed to be modeling or on TV or something.
They walked up the steps to the Beck Gallery door and Ethan tried to tug it open. He got it
partially open but it ended up being too heavy and Henry had to help. Ethan helped his little brother
step up the last step and into the gallery, while Henry walked in behind them with Adalyn in his
arms. He hasn t been to Christian s gallery in over a year.
The space was a decent size, with it being longer than wide, galley-style. There were partial
walls set up in the middle of the room, splitting it in two in certain areas. There was artwork hung on
every wall. Some of it was incredible mostly Christian s work while the rest was pretty good
for people who were just learning how to paint. Christian also set up a section just for the artwork of
the kids he taught.
Henry! What are you doing here? Christian s voice asked, pulling Henry s attention away from
the color-filled walls.
He looked up to see Christian striding toward him, his lean body moving smoothly and somewhat
gracefully. He was wearing dark gray slacks with a medium purple shirt under a black vest and tie.
His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he had a black leather cuff on one wrist. His blonde hair
was styled to perfection and his face was clean-shaven. Henry knew his brother was very fashion
forward, but he was looking extra metro-sexual today.
Hey, Christian. Henry smiled, giving him a partial hug since Adalyn was in his arms. Claire s
birthday is coming up; she s been asking for one of your pieces, so I m going to have the kids help
me pick out a nice picture for her.
Christian beamed with pride. Really? That s awesome.
Henry nodded and handed over a squirming Adalyn to her favorite uncle. Christian took her and
kissed her before settling her little diapered butt on his forearm. Adalyn s fingers went right for his
mouth as they always did. Christian chuckled and nibbled on her chubby fingers, making her giggle
around the binky in her mouth. He high-fived Ethan, and pinched little Henry s cheek.
Daddy, can I go look around? Ethan asked.
Yes, but do not touch anything, Henry warned sternly, getting a fervent nod from Ethan before
he wandered off.
There were only about ten to fifteen people there, so Henry could see everywhere that Ethan
went. Little Henry sidled closer to Henry s side and slipped his hand into his daddy s. He was a bit
shy around people he didn t know, but that had a lot to do with his age.
Go ahead and look around. Let me know if you find something you like, Christian said,
bouncing Adalyn in his arms.
Alright. You take that one, I ll take this one, Henry said, lifting his mini-me into his arms.
Christian nodded and sauntered off with Adalyn. Henry watched his brother walk away.
Something seemed different about him, but Henry couldn t figure out what it was. One thing he did
notice was that Christian seemed happier lately, only in the past couple of weeks. Henry wondered
what was making him so happy - a girl, maybe?
Henry walked around the gallery, one eye on the art, and one eye on Ethan. He stopped in front of
one of Christian s paintings. It was a black and white, and it was of a seemingly naked man tangled
in the sheets on a bed. The man was on his stomach and his face turned away. Henry immediately
recognized who it was; he s known the guy almost his entire life. Why the hell would Christian paint
a picture of Shea, naked, and sleeping in bed? Henry turned to look for Christian and found him
standing slightly behind him, Adalyn still in his arms; the expression on his face was unreadable.
What s up with this? Henry asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
Christian blinked at him and shrugged slightly. I m an artist, I find art everywhere, he said as if
that explained it.
But why Shea in a bed, naked, tangled up in sheets? Henry asked, confused.
I liked the way the sheets where rumpled, Christian said, waving a hand dismissively.
Henry shook his head slightly, he was still confused, but whatever. Okaaay.
I have a couple of nice landscapes toward the back. Why don t you go check those out?
Christian murmured while tickling Adalyn, his eyes on the baby, not Henry.
Sure, Henry agreed and hitched his son higher before walking toward the back of the gallery.
Ethan picked out a lovely painting of a calla lily for Claire, one of Christian s, obviously.
Christian wanted Henry to take it for free, but he insisted on paying for it. Then they gathered up the
kids and walked back out to Henry s car. Christian put Adalyn in her car seat while Henry strapped
in the other two. After the kids were secured, Henry went to his brother to say goodbye.
How s Shea doing anyway? Henry asked, stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
Alright, I guess. He s still in pain. Christian shrugged.
Henry nodded, watching him closely. How long is he going to stay with you?
As long as he needs to, Christian replied evenly.
Doesn t he have a girlfriend that can take care of him? Henry asked curiously. I swore he was
seeing someone.
Not really, he answered tightly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Henry nodded in understanding. What he didn t understand, though, was that fucking painting.
Wasn t it odd for a straight man to paint another straight man, naked and asleep? Henry wondered if
Shea knew about that painting. Henry s vote would be a no. Whatever was going on with Christian
was going to have to wait for another time; Henry had to get the kids home and ready for bed.
Okay, let me get out of here. I ll talk to you later, Henry said, giving Christian a hug.
Okay.
Christian waved as Henry pulled away from the curb. Henry shook his head to himself. Could [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] - zanotowane.pl
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