Justin sat in the room that had been transformed into his own art studio. Brian had insisted he take this big room instead of the small one Justin had chosen. He heard Brian come in, he'd rung and said he would be late. Justin was quick to run downstairs and greet Brian with a kiss.

"How was your day?" Justin asked.

"It's better now that I'm here with you," Brian smiled before kissing Justin and slipping his hands under his shirt. Justin pushed himself closer to Brian, causing friction between their trousers, but he wanted more and so he started to undo Brian's pants. Brian pulled away from the kiss and stepped back.

"What?" Justin said, confused.

"Let's take this to bed," Brian replied.

"Are you ok?" Justin questioned. Brian looked at him with a puzzled expression. "It's just that you haven't wanted to take it to bed for a while,"

"Since we got married, to be exact," Brian said with a smirk before dragging Justin upstairs.

"That was..." Justin started.

"...Fucking amazing," Brian finished.

"Ha...I remember when you hated when couples finished each others sentences," Justin smiled.

"Yeah, but people change," Brian said, remembering everything he had once said, and now he was doing it all.

"What if none of this ever happened?" Justin asked.

"What if?" Justin wondered as he sat in his art studio, trying desperately to think of how to finish his latest painting.

"Did you say something Justin?" a young brunette asked, looking up from across the room.

"Hmm...Oh, no," Justin replied to her.

"Are you...Justin Taylor?" she asked.

"Sure am," Justin said.

"Wow...Ahh, I'm Kelly...Big fan of your work," she said nervously.

"Well it's nice to meet you Kelly," Justin said.

"Anyway...I have to go..." Kelly smiled.

"Ok...See ya," Justin said.

"Bye," Kelly left and Justin went back to his painting.

What if? Justin thought. What if I hadn't come here to New York...Hadn't left Brian...What if Brian and I got married, lived in 'Britin'...I guess I can only dream now.