“Yeah.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Drix laughed. “I’ve got a logo and I’m scheduled to look at buildings and all that shit.”
“No fucking way,” I repeated, still in shock.
“Yeah and I want you to run it with me. I, uh, I’m getting paperwork together for us to go in on this thing together.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m serious,” he assured me and looked off briefly. “And uh, since you’re independent now I figured?—”
“Wait. What?”
“Oh yeah. I was able to buy you out of your contract,” he said casually.
“No fucking way.”
“Baby, can you say anything outside of ‘no fucking way’ and asking if I’m serious?” he asked.
“I— How?”
“I met up with your label exes and gave them a good offer,but”—he emphasized the word—“You still have to finish that opening tour and promote this album but afterwards you’re free.”
“I’m not going to be under a label?”
“You’re going to be underourlabel.”
“Fuck.” I shook my head and covered my face while I smiled too widely and random laughs forced their way out of me.
I couldn’t believe this.
I was going to be an independent artist for the first time in years.
“I’m actually going to own my next album.”
“That’s right and you already know I’m not going to let you slack.”
“I know.”
I leaned over the table and Drix lifted so we could kiss each other over and over until our food was delivered.
After dinner, we headed back home and Drix pushed the door open then grabbed me.
“What are you doing, Berlin?”
“Carrying you to our bedroom so we can start making our baby.”
I giggled, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his neck.
“Good. I can’t wait,” I mumbled into his skin.
And I meant that.
CHAPTER 28
DRIX