Good evening, and welcome to Nighty Night with Robbie a Chaudhary. Bedtime stories to keep you awake.

I'm DJ Lubel, the shows producer. Tonight's tale teaches us a very important lesson.

When buying a new house, always know it's full history. Please enjoy Amish Country.

It was an old school single story cottage deep in the Pennsylvania woods, with a covered porch and a recently repaired smoke stack poking up through the roof.

It was adorable. The foliage was barely beaten back in the Realtors photos, so the house still comfortably nestled in its surroundings, even with a fresh coat of paint.

A pair of rocking chairs sat to the left of the front door, and it was the easiest thing in the world to imagine cozying up with a mug of something hot as you watched the trees rustle and bend with the wind.

The Lancaster County listing was brief, but it did frame it as a quaint rustic haven with the total privacy.

Noah got the impression that the Realtors office didn't have high hopes for selling it, but it was perfect. They bought it sight unseen, a retreat far away from the city from any town even where he and Marcus could really focus on themselves, their relationship, and on their art.

In just a few months from now, a collection of emerging artists was debuting at a high end gallery, and their work had made the cut.

All they had to do was produce a couple more large pieces that showed the skill that they'd cultivated in the nine years since they found each other.

They had not had an opportunity like this in forever, and Noah had put in so much work to get any gallery to take an interest in their portfolio.

He attended opening after opening, usually alone, becoming a familiar face on the low-large scene.

Marcus spent every night working late, and Noah would always be grateful to him for being the breadwinner, but he would never abandon their art.

They each brought their own specialties to their enormous cultures.

Marcus selecting and carving slabs of different hardwoods into gentle, simple forms, and Noah woodling and wood burning fine details into the surface.

Their art was like their relationship, a balance between Marcus' stoicism and Noah's eye for beautiful embellishments.

Now they had the chance to get the recognition that Noah fought so hard for, and what better place to turn out some new pieces of wood art than Amish country?

No distractions, no avoiding, and no Wi-Fi, and the cottage was an investment in their future, a secluded studio space where they could disappear to work on commissions and collections.

It would pay for itself, and then Marcus wouldn't have to spend all his time in that dark office staring at his screen.

Noah found himself staring dreamily at the car window on the drive through the country, imagining their life as famous and wealthy art world power husbands.

Marcus was especially quiet as they wound their way through trees that grew taller and closer together the further they traveled.

He had a difficult time getting away from his job, it was true, but Noah knew that he would eventually appreciate time away from the pace of his life back home.

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