The Louvre of Art ~INTERSEX GXG~

Carters POV🥀

~6 Years Later~

I'm in my art studio working on my newest project. Painting has always been a passion of mine and for someone who barely has time to do it, I still got it in me. "Still don't see how you do that." I turn to see James standing over me as I paint the portrait.

I chuckle. "That's because art comes from within and you sir, don't have a heart." I joke and he shoves my shoulder. "Is everything ready?"

He nods. "Oui, but I just came in here to talk to you." I turn fully and look at him. "Carter I never thanked you." I tilt my head. "I was a drunk before I met you and you gave me purpose that wasn't at the bottom of a bottle. And then you helped me meet the love of my life who has granted me three beautiful sons and daughters. I can't thank you enough."

I smile and stand up to hug him. "You've saved my life more times than one, it is you who I should be thanking." We pull back. "I'm proud of you."

"As I you." He says and I smile.

I look back at the painting. "Think she'll love it?" I ask and he nods.

"Gonna go check on the wife and kids. See you out there." I nod and he leaves. I sign the painting and then go towards the window that looks out to the view of just the top of the Eiffel Tower. Jasmine and I decided to move to France after she got her own art exhibit at the Louvre. That's right, my 'not an artist' wife officially came out of her shell of not wanting to showcase her skill and has been painting until her hearts content and is now in all art galleries and museums you can think of. The minute she told me she always wanted her painting in the Louvre I set up a house here and the rest is history. I'm so proud of her and she's actually been showing me up. I gave her my spot in the gallery back in LA after been technically a fugitive. Can't exactly been in the public eye. Which is another reason we moved. We love it here and I seriously cannot wait to grow old with her. She's also my queen in the business and the way she takes charge in meetings I cannot show face, from what Samuel tells me, she's a beast and people fear and respect her. She's a fucking natural and it is so fucking sexy. She had her first kill recently when someone disrespected Kieran at school. Let's just say, Claire Lamoise is no longer a problem after calling our son an illegitimate child because he has two mothers with one with a dick. She came straight home covered in blood and told me what happened. I had never been prouder especially hearing how she did it. One word-headshot. It was clean. She wasn't scared or felt guilty but she was worried that she made a mess of things. I reassured she didn't because the Lamoise had a string in an old human trafficking ring my father was involved with before he died. I had been meaning to cut them off, but didn't have time after finding out. They're no longer a problem and their son and daughter is with a beautiful family in Europe. All is fine and the sex was amazing. God the woman is feral.

"Mama!" I hear the call of my child and I run out of the studio and to the kitchen.

"Que se passe-t-il ?!" I yell in a panic until I see the sight.

"No Kieran, I'm doing the pink frosting! You do the blue!" Zurina, Jasmines and I 4 year old daughter says to our now 7 year old son. She is a complete carbon copy of Jasmine, with every feature of the beautiful dark skin tone, brown eyes and she even decided she wanted dread locs like her mom at the age of 2, so her hair is already down to the middle of her back.

Kieran pouts crossing his arms. "But I finished mine already and you're going slow!"

"That's because I want mine to be perfect." She says and I chuckle. "Mama tell Kieran to leave my cupcakes alone." She whines to me and I look at him.

"Sorry buddy, you just don't have the artistic gene in you." I say to him and he scoffs.

"That's fine, I have the fighting gene and one day I'm gonna take over the family like you do mama. Kicking ass and taking names like my uncle Travis used to say." He says and I chuckle shushing him.