Summary: You’re an art student who accidentally meets the world-renowned model, Sam Winchester. When he wants to meet up with you, you accept, not knowing that your decision would throw you into the spotlight. And fame can be a cruel thing, especially when it comes to love.
A/N: This is the very last part of the Fame series. It’s incredibly short and fluffy, and it offers very little conclusion, but I wanted to end with something a little more domestic. Thank you so much for all the support for this series. It’s been a long time coming, and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think of this last part. Enjoy!
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“It’s beautiful,” Sam whispered.
You turned and spotted him in the doorway, then smiled softly. “Thanks,” you replied. “Is he still sleeping?”
Sam glanced down at little Austin, who was fast asleep against his chest, still in the baby carrier that Sam had gotten so used to wearing. “Looks like it.”
Nodding, you finished up the last leaf on your mural and put the paintbrush down on the tray at your feet. Sam came closer and wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand resting on his hip as he looked at your work.
“You really like it?” you asked. He nodded in reply. “Do you think Austin will like it?”
“I think that Austin is only a couple months old and he’ll like anything you do.”
You grinned at his response, then pushed yourself up on your toes so you could press a kiss to Sam’s cheek. “You’re funny. How about I make us some lunch before Austin gets hungry and I have to sit and feed him?”
“Sounds good,” Sam answered. “Mom texted and asked if we needed anything. I told her we didn’t, but she insisted, so I think she’s bringing Chinese over for dinner. Is that okay?”
As you opened your mouth to answer, Moose came barreling into the room, his floppy ears flying every which way as he slipped on the plastic tarp you’d laid down to protect the apartment’s carpeting. You and Sam watched in horror as he slid toward the open bucket of paint on the other side of the bedroom.
“Moose, no!” you cried, turning to try and catch the poor dog as he knocked into the bucket, then the wall.
You were too late. The paint was already spilling out onto the tarp by the time you’d reached your puppy.
Moose whined and looked up at you, but as soon as you were checking him over to make sure he wasn’t hurt and that he wasn’t covered in paint, his usual excitement was back and you found yourself being knocked onto the paint-covered tarp as the puppy licked every inch of bare skin he could find. Behind you, Sam was laughing, but all you could think about was getting Moose out of the room so that you could clean up the mess he’d made.
With a sigh, you pushed Moose up and toward the open door, then sat up yourself.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you grumbled under your breath as you looked around the room. Thankfully, the paint had stayed on the tarp, but it was going to be a lot harder to clean up than it would have been had Moose not made such a mess.
“It’s not that bad,” Sam said, his voice slightly strained as he tugged your quickly-growing dog out the door. He closed the door behind him, then crossed the room to open the window further.
“You’re not the one covered in paint!”
Sam chuckled and sat down beside you, carefully avoiding the paint that was beginning to spread toward the center of the room. “You know,” he brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes, “this reminds me of the time we were painting Dean’s old apartment.”
“Yeah?” Leaning over, you rested your head on Sam’s shoulder and considered the wall you were facing. You’d painted it a light blue, and you had to admit that it was a pretty color,  but the artist inside you was telling you it could be so much more.
“Hey.”
You looked over at Sam only to find he was already watching you with a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“I love you a lot, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft. You smiled in return, then lifted your head slightly so you could kiss him on the lips. “The wall is fine.”
“It’s boring,” you laughed, loving how Sam knew exactly what was going through your head.
“This is where we’re putting his crib! It’s gonna have the mobile and stuff Mom bought. It’ll be just fine, Y/N. I promise.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” Sam repeated. “And besides, Austin’s already got a mural, two paintings, a hand-painted mobile, and that piggy bank you painted when we tried out that pottery place. His room is gonna be so full of art that he won’t know what to do with himself.”
“He’ll be such a cultured kid,” you teased, smiling to yourself. Sam laughed and kissed the top of your head just as Austin began to squirm in the carrier. “And… He’s awake.”
“He sure is,” Sam sighed. He cupped the back of Austin’s head in one hand and rubbed it with his thumb, smiling when he let out a big yawn. “You’d better get cleaned up before he starts to realize he’s hungry.”
Nodding, you got to your feet and headed to the master bathroom to clean up. When you came back, you stopped just outside the doorway. Sam was humming to the baby, and you couldn’t help but want to stop and listen. It was a song you recognized only by tune, and as it went on you found yourself smiling from ear to ear.
“You ever think that we’d make good parents?” Sam asked, clearly knowing that you were standing just out of sight.
“No,” you replied. You slipped around the corner and made your way over to him, smiling wider when you saw that Austin was nodding off again. “But somehow I don’t think anyone else is surprised. They all seemed to think we’d be good together from the very start.”
“Don’t tell me you’re agreeing with the tabloids,” Sam answered, acting shocked.
You laughed, then covered your mouth to keep yourself from getting any louder. You didn’t want to risk waking up Austin. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Either way,” Sam began, “I’m happy that you’re here with me.”
“Me too.”
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Summary: You’re an art student who accidentally meets the world-renowned model, Sam Winchester. When he wants to meet up with you, you accept, not knowing that your decision would throw you into the spotlight. And fame can be a cruel thing, especially when it comes to love.
A/N: This is part 13 of the Fame series! There’s only one more part left, so I hope you guys enjoy this one! Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!
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As soon as you walked into the studio, you knew that coming was a bad idea. Sam was still in the process of getting his hair and makeup done, which left the interns and the other models’ agents free to ask you plenty of questions. You were swamped by an army of people interrogating you the second you stepped inside the cold warehouse. They were shouting questions at you before your eyes had even adjusted from moving out of the sun.
“Y/N, when are you getting married?”
“Y/N, why are you back in L.A?”
“Why were you and Sam hiding?”
“Are you really pregnant, Y/N? When is the baby due?”
You were still stammering out incoherent responses when a hand on your shoulder distracted you. Slowly, you stopped talking and looked up to find Sam standing behind you, and a wave of relief crashed over you.
“That’s right, folks. Move along—you’ll be hearing plenty about the happy couple within the next few days.” Jody stepped into your line of vision as she spoke, and within moments the crowd that had assembled was beginning to disperse.
You let out the breath you’d been holding and gave her a nervous smile.
“Hey, Jody. Thank you,” you said, still feeling somewhat shaky after being bombarded.
Jody smiled kindly and pulled you into a gentle hug. Almost immediately all your anxiety disappeared; it was no wonder that Sam had taken a liking to his new manager right away, and you quickly filed away the thought that she’d be a great mother before extracting yourself from her embrace.
Once you’d finally collected yourself, you realized that Sam was watching you with an expectant look on his face.
“What?” you asked.
“How was your interview? I’m assuming that since you’re here, you finished early, right?” Sam asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. You nodded and watched as his eyebrows relaxed and relief flooded his features.
“You were having your art school interview today, Y/N?” Jody asked.
Nodding, you licked your lips and pulled out the folded piece of paper you’d stuffed into the pocket of your jacket. You held it out to Sam and watched as he quickly read through it, his eyes growing wide with surprise.
“You’re getting sponsored?”
A slow, shy smile grew on your face as you nodded in response. Sam laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground in the process. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, and when he finally set you back on your feet, you saw that he was smiling from ear to ear.
“They really liked the portrait, babe,” you whispered when he leaned down to touch his forehead to yours.
Sam smiled and kissed you hard, pulling away only to murmur, “I knew they would. They would’ve been crazy not to.”
Your smile didn’t fade as Sam pressed his lips to yours one last time before heeding the makeup artist’s call and walking back over to the set. Jody pulled you into another hug and congratulated you, then led you over to a chair that she’d made sure was set up for you in case you decided to come to the shoot.
“So, have you and Sam set a date for the wedding yet?” she asked as the photographer began to call out directions for Sam and the other models.
With half your mind still focused on what was going on in the room, you glanced over at Jody and shook your head. “No, not yet. I mean, Sam’s getting back into his career and I just got sponsored… We could be busy for a while. We don’t really have time to have a wedding, let alone to plan it,” you told her.
Jody nodded. She stayed silent for a moment before reaching over and placing her hand over yours. “You and Sam have something special,” she said, her voice earnest. “Don’t put off marrying him because you’ve got lots of things going on. If the two of you love each other as much as I think you do and you don’t want to wait, you can always have a small ceremony and then a big reception later on when you have more time.”
You considered her words for a moment before looking back at Sam. He turned in your direction and caught your eyes just as you did, and the smile that lit up his face in response was enough to make your stomach erupt with butterflies.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you murmured as you mulled the words over in your head. You lifted your hand and waved at Sam, who waved back in response, his face still stretched wide with a smile. He turned back to the task at hand after a moment, and you looked down at your ring, smiling to yourself.
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“So… You really want to do this? I mean, do you really think we’re ready?” Sam asked, glancing over at you.
You took a deep breath before nodding. You’d thought a lot about adopting, and after your various conversations with Sam about it, the two of you had finally decided that it was the best choice for the both of you.
“I’m sure, Sam. We’ve talked a lot about this and I think that we can handle it, even if we are both pretty busy. Besides, it’s not like it won’t be housetrained,” you added. “Plus, we can pay one of the neighbors to come take him out if we can’t be home at all during the day or if we have to travel and he can’t come with.”
“He?” Sam asked. He raised an eyebrow at you and you smiled in return.
“Or she,” you replied, rolling your eyes as you slipped your hand into Sam’s and laced your fingers with his. “I don’t know why you’re so set on a girl dog. You already have me, and I don’t want to have to fight against another girl for your attention.”
Sam laughed and squeezed your hand. The two of you began to walk and he looked over at you for a brief moment. “You’ll never have to fight for my attention, Y/N,” he said. “You’ve got 110% of it, and that’s never going to change, no matter how many dogs or kids we end up having.”
You smiled as Sam pulled open the shelter door, allowing you to enter first before he followed you inside. The girl behind the front counter looked up when the two of you walked in, and almost immediately she was smiling wide.
“You’re here to get your first pet, huh?”
Glancing over at Sam, you asked, “How did you know? Are we that obvious?”
The girl laughed and nodded as she stood and grabbed a set of keys from a hook on the wall behind her. She gestured for you and Sam to follow her through a door off to the side, then glanced back at you.
“You’re practically glowing you’re so excited,” she laughed. “I’ve seen it a lot since I started working here, and I get excited every time. These dogs all deserve a good home. I can tell the two of you are gonna be good owners.”
“You can?” Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed. The girl hummed and nodded in response.
As the three of you made your way through the shelter, you slowed your pace so you could take a good look at each of the dogs you passed. There were dogs of all ages, sizes, and breeds, and even though you knew that you and Sam should only get one, you couldn’t help but want to take all of them home with you.
“Sam,” you whispered. “Sam, how are we gonna pick just one of them?”
He squeezed your hand without a word, and when you looked over to see why he was so quiet, you realized that Sam was just as enraptured by the animals as you were.
“Here we are!” the girl cheered. She stopped right in front of you without any further notice, and you had to quickly pull back on Sam’s hand so he wouldn’t go crashing into her.
You looked up at the sign above the door and asked, “The playroom?”
Nodding, the girl unlocked the glass door and led you and Sam into the room. “The floor is lined with turf so it’s safe for all our puppies, and there’s plenty of room for you guys to play with them and get a feel for their personality, as well as for them to get used to you,” she explained. You nodded, looking around at the various toys and cat trees placed around the room. “So, is there anyone you want to see first?”
Looking over at Sam, you raised your eyebrows in question.
“The white one with the brown ears?” he asked. You grinned in response and nodded at the girl, who smiled and left the room to go find the dog you were talking about.
Two hours later, you and Sam were walking out of the shelter, now with your new family member in tow. Or rather, you were in tow of your new family member—Moose was more than eager to explore the world outside the shelter and he’d been pulling at his leash from the moment it had been clipped onto his collar.
“He’s gonna be a handful,” you laughed as you tightened your grip on the plastic handle and pushed down the clip so Moose wouldn’t have any more slack.
“More than you were?” Sam teased.
You bumped into him in response, then gave him a toothy grin to show that you weren’t offended by his joke. “You know, one of these days I’m gonna put you in a shelter,” you told him. “Sometimes I think you’re just a little too…”
“A little too what?” Sam asked.
“A little too…” You trailed off, trying to think of something you could use to describe Sam. After a second, you finally decided on one and said, “Perfect. You’re too good to be true sometimes. That’s enough to drive anyone crazy!”
Sam smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his side as the two of you made your way across the parking lot to your car. You smiled to yourself and enjoyed the way his warmth managed to reach you even through your jacket.
It wasn’t until after you’d gotten Moose safely secured in the car that you noticed the photographers heading towards your SUV. They were already crossing the street when you climbed into the passenger seat.
“There’s photographers out there, Sam,” you sighed, looking over at him.
Frowning, Sam glanced up at the rear view mirror and let out a sigh of his own. “So much for a normal afternoon, huh?” You nodded in response, slumping in your seat. “I guess I shouldn’t have brushed off that drama from last week—that stuff with the television host.”
With your lower lip tucked between your teeth, you nodded just a little and looked back out the window of the car.
Sam reached over and grabbed your hand, then asked, “What do you want to do? Do you want to go talk to them or should we risk them following us home?”
You thought for a moment before setting your purse on the floor of the car and gesturing helplessly. “I don’t really think we have a choice at this point. I mean, if they follow us home they might upset Moose when we're trying to get him used to the front yard and the house and all that…”
“So I guess there’s not really anything we can do but talk to them and hope they don’t get too rowdy,” Sam finished.
Nodding, you leaned over and pecked Sam’s cheek. “Do you want me to talk first or do you want to?” you asked.
“I can,” Sam replied. He opened the driver’s side door and climbed out of the car, and almost immediately you saw the flashbulbs from the photographer’s camera begin to go off even more than they already had been.
A whine from the backseat caught your attention and you looked back to see Moose cowering in the crate you’d gotten from the shelter worker.
“Oh, baby,” you sighed, frowning when you realized that the commotion outside the car had probably freaked him out. “I’m sorry… I know it’s scary… I’m gonna— I’m gonna make the big bad reporters leave us alone.”
Without another word, you climbed out of the car and headed over to Sam, who was speaking with the various reporters and photographers that had formed a semicircle around him. You slid your arm around his waist and he did the same, giving you only a glance before returning to what he had been saying.
“—married in the spring. We’ll be having a reception for our extended family and those we’ve had the pleasure to work with this upcoming spring. I know it’s a year later from our actual wedding, but that’s when we expect our lives to calm down some,” Sam finished.
The reporters began to ask more questions, but you didn’t let any of them ask anything decisive before you began to speak.
“Listen,” you said, “Sam and I are just trying to live our lives as normally as possible. We adopted a dog today because we want to have a little family of our own, but raising kids isn’t something we want to do when we’re so busy. It wouldn’t be fair to them. Now, if you’ll excuse us, the camera flashes and the yelling is upsetting Moose, so I’m going to ask that you leave us alone now that you have pictures and answers to your questions.”
Silence followed and you sucked in a deep breath, hoping that this wasn’t the calm before the storm. Much to your relief, however, the photographers began to murmur and disperse, and after a few minutes you and Sam were left standing alone in the parking lot.
Sam let out a long side and pulled you tighter against him, then kissed the top of your head. “That was amazing, Y/N. I’ve gotta admit, you’re almost as good as Jody when it comes to getting rid of them,” he told you.
Grinning, you slipped out of Sam’s grasp and opened the back door of your car to check up on Moose. He was silent. When you peeked inside the crate, you realized that he was fast asleep.
“I think we got lucky,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at Sam with a smile, who was now standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “He’s fast asleep like nothing even happened.”
“I think you just worked your magic on him,” Sam replied.
“My magic?”
“Yeah, I mean, you got me to settle down, you got the reporters to settle down, and now you got Moose to settle down. You’ve gotta be magical if you can do all of that,” Sam said.
You smiled and ducked your head, feeling Sam’s praise settle over you you like a warm blanket.
“That, or you sold your soul,” he added. “You didn’t sell your soul, did you?”
You laughed. “No, I definitely didn’t sell my soul, Sam. Now come on, we should probably get this little guy home so he can explore the place and get comfortable before we need to get to bed. We both have early days tomorrow.”
“Ah, that’s right,” Sam replied as he opened the car door. “I’ve got my shoot and you have that meeting with the gallery guy.”
Nodding, you closed the side door, then crossed around the front of the car and got in on your own side. Sam was already buckling by the time you’d gotten in and closed the door once more.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” you asked, looking over at him as he started the engine and put the car in gear.
Sam turned his head ever so slightly to meet your gaze. “I think it’s been mentioned,” he replied. “Why?”
“Because I do. A lot. I’d do anything for you.” Sam smiled at that. “And if I could punch you in the face every day, I would,” you added.
“What?” Sam asked, sounding startled. He glanced your way once, then twice, as he pulled onto the road and merged into traffic. “I thought you just said you loved me!”
Laughing, you turned off the radio and pulled your legs up to sit cross-legged on the leather seat. “I do!” you cried. “But I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn’t punched you in the face at that convenience store, and if that moment had gone down any differently, we may not be here today.”
Sam was quiet for a moment before he let out a little huff, a smile starting to form on his lips. “I guess you’re right, yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sam answered. He paused for a second before continuing, “But I think that if you get to punch me in the face every day, I should get to do something to you, too. It’s only fair.”
You smiled and settled back in your seat, watching as the familiar restaurants and stores outside the car passed by. “And what would you suggest?”
It took Sam a moment to respond, but he was grinning from ear to ear when he did. “I should get to kiss you every day,” he said.
You rolled your eyes at that, letting your smile widen. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied. “It’s only fair.”
“Well, I guess if it’s only fair, then I guess I have to agree,” you laughed, glancing over at Sam. He was grinning like the cat that got the canary and you couldn’t help but laugh once more.
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Sam slipped up and stood beside you just as the string quartet in the corner of the room moved into a new piece. He laced his fingers with yours, causing you to smile, then held out a flute of sparkling cider for you.
“Thanks,” you murmured, lifting it to your lips to take a sip.
“This is incredible, Y/N,” Sam said as way of reply.
You glanced up to find him already watching you. “What?” you asked, laughing a little. Sam raised an eyebrow at you, leaving you without an answer, and you pursed your lips. “Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m proud of you.”
“You’re staring at me because you’re proud of me? What does that—”
The feeling of someone’s hand on your arm stopped you. “Ms. Y/N?”
You held back a sigh and plastered a smile on your face before turning around, replying, “It’s Mrs. Winchester now, but how may I help you?” You’d barely gotten the words out before you recognized the people standing in front of you. “Mary? John? Dean? What are you doing here?” you asked, laughing a little as you pulled each of them in for a tight hug.
“We couldn’t miss our daughter’s first gallery showing!” Mary cried. She hugged you the hardest of all, and you felt your doubts about the show’s success all disappear the minute she wrapped her arms around you.
“Thank you. Thank you so much for coming, all of you,” you added as you pulled away and looked up at John and Dean. “It really means a lot. Kansas is really far away and the fact that you came to see my art means more than you know.”
“Well, we couldn’t miss a chance to tease you!”
Rolling your eyes, you pulled Dean into a tight hug. He groaned and resisted your embrace for a minute before finally hugging you back, and you couldn’t help but smile as you pulled away.
“That’s what you get,” you told him, not bothering to hide your smile. “You keep picking on me and there’s more hugs in your future, Dean Winchester.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, waving his hand dismissively. “You look beautiful, Y/N. If Sammy ever forgets that, you give me a call so I can knock some sense into him.”
Smiling, you wrapped your arm around Sam’s waist and tucked yourself against his side. “I’ll keep that in mind. Have you guys had a chance to look around yet?” you asked.
Mary shook her head. “Not yet, sweetheart. We wanted to come say hi before you got busy. John suggested we take you two kids out to eat, but maybe it would be better to wait until tomorrow when you’re rested up. I have a feeling that you’ll be up late tonight, considering there’s been so much publicity for your gallery,” she said.
You nodded and smiled, glancing up at Sam before you replied, “We’d love to go out for dinner with you, Mary. You too, John, and Dean. It’s been weird not getting to see you all the time…”
“About that…” Sam drawled, making your look back up at him.
“About what?”
“Remember when I went to Kansas last month to do that shoot?” he asked. “And Jody said you shouldn’t come with because it was such a short trip that we wouldn’t have time to visit my parents or do anything but work?” You nodded in response, confused. “Well, I wasn’t actually going for a shoot. At least, I wasn’t going for a shoot the whole time. We finished all the work in a few hours, all thanks to Jody.”
“Then what were you—”
“Well, I was gonna tell you tonight after the showing, but I don’t want to wait any longer.” Sam took a deep breath and smiled. “I put a down payment on that little apartment in Lawrence that you liked so much, Y/N. It’s all ours; all we have to do is fly out there and finish up the paperwork. This way we’re not in Dean’s extra apartment whenever we want to take a weekend off, and we don’t have to warn him ahead of time that we’re coming. We can go whenever we want for however long we want, and I checked with the building owners to make sure that you can paint the walls however you like, which means that you can do murals or whatever you want on them. It’s perfect for us, babe.”
Unable to stop yourself from smiling, you took a sip of the cider and glanced over at Mary, who was beaming. “Oh really?” you asked, pretending as if you weren’t thrilled by Sam’s surprise. “It’s perfect?”
“Yeah. It’s perfect.”
“In that case… I guess we can spend more time in Kansas. I mean, it would save John and Mary lots of money. They wouldn’t have to buy plane tickets to visit their grandchild all the time…”
Mary gasped. “Really? You’re pregnant?”
“Surprise!” you laughed, looking back up at Sam. “I know we were going to wait…”
Sam shook his head. “I don’t care,” he said, smiling. “This is even better than waiting.”
“I agree,” you replied. Mary was pulling you back into her arms as soon as the words were out of your mouth, and then you found yourself being passed from Winchester to Winchester. Each of them was equally as excited about your baby as the last.
When you’d finally been returned to Sam, you finished off your cider and set the flute down on a passing waiter’s tray. “As much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night with you guys, I have to work,” you sighed.
“We understand, Y/N,” Mary smiled. “Go show off your work, and we’ll call you tomorrow about dinner, okay?”
You nodded and pushed yourself up on your toes ever so slightly, then you pecked Sam on the lips. After giving a quick smile over your shoulder to Mary, John, and Dean, you headed across the room to where the gallery manager to was waving you over.
Your conversation with the manager and his friend lasted almost an hour, but every few minutes you’d found yourself catching Sam’s eye from across the room. He was smiling each time you saw him, and the sight always made butterflies flutter to life in your stomach.
Once you’d finally come up with a good reason to excuse yourself, you escaped the conversation and made your way over to Sam, who was standing with some photographers from two of the larger papers in L.A.
“Y/N,” one of them began when he saw you, “is it true that you and Sam are expecting?”
Still smiling, you nodded and laced your fingers with Sam’s. “We are, yes. I’m not very far along, as you can see.”
The photographers smiled and nodded in agreement, and you nodded politely at a woman standing on the outskirts of their small group.
“Do you think you’d like to do more galleries in the future, maybe with some more portraits of Sam?” she asked. “Your last one of him made quite a pretty penny.”
You thought for a moment, then glanced up at Sam. He was smiling politely, and when he realized you were looking at him, he met your eyes. “I think so,” you replied, not looking away from him. “He’s a great subject, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find someone else who’s so willing to sit still for me. The money isn’t really what’s important to us, though. We donated most of the last portrait’s profits to the shelter where we adopted Moose.”
Sam squeezed your hand before he spoke. “She’s right about the money,” he said, looking back at the photographers. You did the same. “We don’t need money to be happy, but for what it’s worth, I think that Y/N is going to be doing plenty of galleries. She’s one of the best artists out there. I might be a little biased, though,” he added, getting laughter from the photographers in response.
You and Sam answered a few more questions before the group of photographers began to disband and wander around the gallery.
“Congratulations once again,” the woman you’d called on said as she passed by.
You gave her a small, grateful smile, then turned your attention back to Sam. He led you over to a bench on the side of the room without a word, knowing that your feet were hurting from the heels you’d been standing in all night. You gave him a grateful smile and nodded politely as you passed a couple complimenting one of your paintings. When you and Sam were finally seated, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your hands still linked together.
After watching the people milling around for a few minutes, you finally asked, “You’re really sure that I’ll get more galleries, huh?”
“I’m sure.”
“How sure?”
Sam thought about it, then smiled. “110% sure.”
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