“No.” Leo rolls her eyes at me but giggles adorably before climbing off the bed and crawling toward the bathroom. “Even though I’m sure he’d love having an entire vacant loft to turn into his private walk-in.”
I watch with a furrowed brow as my girl starts feeling around the floorboards, checking periodically to see if any are loose before she finds whatever it is she’s looking for. Leo hits one board on the end with the heel of her hand, does it a second time then smiles to herself when the opposite end pops up and creates an opening.
An opening she pulls a bunch of rolled up papers out of.
Goddamn, she really does hide shit everywhere.
“We always wanted our own studio right?” Leo crawls back toward me, stopping at the end next to my knees before she starts to unroll what I now see to be blueprints.
Multiple sets, all of this building judging by first glance, and if she hadn’t led with the shit about a studio, I’d be wondering what the hell this woman was doing with them.
“The one across the hall is set up the same as my place, except flipped. If we knock down a few walls here, throw up a couple here, we could convert the living room into the studio,utilize the kitchen space for the sound room and turn the upstairs into a mega bedroom. Which makes even more sense now since we’re all living together.”
I watch as Leo spreads the first page out completely, following along the best I can as she shows me what she’s talking about.
“But this is all four apartments.” As if she doesn’t know that. But she’s only talking about the two upstairs and I guess stating the obvious was how I wanted to get clarification.
I’ve been inside this woman, I’ve had my mouth on every inch of her body, and shestillmakes me stupid whenever she’s around.
“Ok, try to stay with me because this is a lot.”
And it is.
Leo lays a more transparent set of blueprints over the layout of the building, explaining everything while pointing on the paper.
The loft portions of the upper apartments connect to make a giant ass bedroom, one we could comfortably fit everyone and their shit in, and it would end up with two private bathrooms. Leo’s living room and kitchen space would be converted into a guest bathroom and bedrooms while the living and kitchen spaces across the hall became our studio and mixing room. The apartment directly below our’s would become the dining room, kitchen, a family room, and god knows what else because there would be space, and the one across from it? That would probably be divided so there was an office for the studio on one side, then a living room, a damnlibraryand whatever else Leo’s dreamed up on the other.
Because that’s exactly what this is, it’s a fucking dream.
We’ve always wanted a studio.
A studio, a record label, more ways to create music that came directly from the five of us.
This was a goal for a long fucking time but when Leonor was attacked, it became a fantasy that none of us saw becoming a reality.
Which is why it’s ridiculous that I’m even thinking like that now because none of us thought we’d be in relationships with Leo either, and that definitely happened. So why couldn’t this?
I turn my body so I can get a better view, barely listening as our girl keeps talking about the layout and changing things up a bit.
Her plan is solid.
It might need a little tweaking here and there, the upstairs lofts might serve better as part of the studio for meetings or whatever. And her bedroom placements are going to make Lucky itch so we’ll need to adjust that, but the base is there.
Fuck, I love this woman.
This is exactly why Leo has always been our unspoken leader. Her mind is like her living space; controlled fucking chaos that only makes sense to her, and this is definitely that, but the results are always so fucking worth the discord and confusion. Like finding out Leonor planned to take over this entire historic apartment building and turn it into a studio and home for all of us.
Leo is fucking perfect.
“Norm?”
I blink a few times before lifting my head, my eyes connecting with those dark as night ones that almost seem worried.
“You haven’t said anything, and I know I’ve been talking enough for both of us but I thought maybe?—“
“How long have you been planning this?”
Leo bites her lip as a blush starts to stain her cheeks. “I’ve been planning the studio conversion since I bought the apartment downstairs, so, almost five years ago?”
