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“I met with Tristan, and we came to an agreement. As of now, you are officially released from all contracts with her. You have your distribution rights, your masters, you can start your label, and you can record and perform as a solo artist. You and everyone on your label.”
“What the fuck did you do?” he asked, looking the documents over again. “How did you get her to agree?” When he saw what she’d given up in exchange, he cursed under his breath. “No, Harmony. I can’t let you do this. Those books…”
“Don’t mean shit to me compared to you,” she interrupted to say. “You do so much for me, and I wanted to do this for you. You deserve this, babe. You’re free.”
As tears strolled down his cheeks, all Saint could do was shake his head. He read it, and heard it, but it was still hard for him to process what she’d done. No one had ever done anything so monumental for him. Saint had always said his relationships were transactional because actions meant more than words. This action would cause them to be locked in for life. There was no doubt in Saint’s mind that no woman wouldeverlove him the way Harmony did, be his partner the way she was, encourage and inspire him the way she did.
“Bae,” he cried, pulling her into his arms as the tears continued to fall. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what else to say. Damn, girl. I don’t know what else to say.”
Harmony giggled as he tried to find the words. She kissed every tear that fell, and that only produced more.
“I love you, Saint. I hope you know that you deserve this and so much more.”
All he could do was shake his head and hold her close. Life had hardened his heart, and each day with Harmony was softening it more and more. Honestly, Saint didn’t believe he’d ever experience a love like he shared with Harmony. Men that came from where he came from weren’t blessed like that. When Saint originally opened his heart to the idea of learning to love Harmony, he was sure he’d fail. To have the pleasure of learning how to love a woman in a way that was unique to him and specifically for her had been an unexpected joy. Getting what Harmony was giving in exchange was all the proof Saint needed that though there were bad people who made bad choices and did bad things, all things could be turned around, by God, for a person’s good…
* * *
For the firsttime since everything went down, Saint walked into his home studio and wasn’t consumed by overwhelming hate, frustration, or depression. As well as he hid it, Saint could now admit that he couldn’t record any music because he was depressed, and the depression was a response. A response to his shame and anger toward himself for gambling away what he loved most by trusting a person who deserved it the least. He wouldn’t have acknowledged it, but Saint didn’t feel as if he deserved his talent let alone the ability to produce.
Now that he was released from his contracts, his creativity felt like it had been immediately restored. Dropping to his knees, he sent up a quick prayer of thanks to God before calling some of his favorite producers and engineers from all over the States. When he told them to fly out the week after Valentine’s Day, Saint expected some of them to decline, but they all were excited for his return and ready to work.
He looked at the booth through the clear glass and the sound board before sitting in the black chair in front of it. Saint pulled the blunt that was stashed behind his ear and lit it before pulling his phone out and opening a new note. His eyes closed momentarily, and when they opened, he started to type what he was sure would be his next number one hit…
Epilogue
Harmony
Though she hated sleeping alone,Harmony was happy about what that meant. When she went to bed the night before, Saint told her he’d be up as soon as he was done writing in the studio. Hours passed, and eventually, she fell asleep waiting for him, but he never came. After taking care of her hygiene, Harmony went to make breakfast before heading to the studio to find him. As she suspected, he was there, but what caught her by surprise was the fact that he was dressed and alert instead of asleep on the small couch in the back of the studio.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” she almost sang, making her way over to him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, bae. How long have you been up?”
“Just long enough to fix breakfast. Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Maybe an hour or so. I’ve been up all-night writing songs. I showered and shit about an hour ago, so all I’ll need to do is get dressed for the wedding.”
“I’m glad to hear your creativity is flowing again,” Harmony said, sitting on his lap.
“Thanks to you.”
Her head shook as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “That was all God. I can’t take credit for Him getting His child to finally act right aboutsomething.”
Saint chuckled and licked his lips before placing a kiss on her neck. “I booked us a flight to Paris tonight. Technically Valentine’s Day will be over when we get there, but I figured you would want to celebrate with Kahlil and Honey.”
“Of course, and yay! I’m so excited! I’ve always wanted to go, but I wanted to go with the right person.”
“And that’s me?”
“Only you,” she replied before brushing her nose against his softly and placing a tender kiss to his lips.
“I want to share something with you,” Saint said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “It’s not the usual trap music I create, but this new phase in my life has created a new sound. I want you to read it and tell me what you think.”
“Okay, let’s see what you got,” she said playfully, accepting the phone.
When she read the first two words—For Harmony—her shoulders dropped.
“Go ahead,” Saint urged quietly with a cocky grin.
