Title: Family Portrait

Author: Angee/Animefreak03

"shift to the left."

"Okay now to the right."

"Great."

FLASH.

Yuuri could not for the life of him understand why they had to do this every year. It was one thing to have done it when Greta was a baby, but to continue to do this was a bit out of hand. He turned to the left to watch his wife brushing his golden hair. His daughter sat by Wolfram's leg watching him.

"Well your highness, I must say this new portrait of the Royal Family is the best so far. Do you think I can maybe take another shot?"

Yuuri turned to the old man who took the picture and smiled kindly. "No need to ask me that, Henry-san. I mean my wife and I would be honor that you would want to take another shot, but I think we are a bit tired." As if by coincidence, Great yawned and Wolfram knelt down picking her up into his arms. He walked over to his husband and the Royal photographer.

"Yuuri I'm going to get Greta to bed now. Thank you for taking the picture with us." Yuuri smiled and kissed Wolfram on the cheek, he then took Greta from his wife's arms and held her. She was only three years old but was still so small. She had been born premature and almost didn't make it. Wolfram had been devastated and inconsolable, it took Yuuri three days just to get him to calm down. Their pregnancy had been rocky to say the least, but she had been strong willed and made it through the six months inside wolfram's tummy. The rest of the three months out side of Wolfram, she spent it in the nursery with many healers by her crib side. Only when Wolfram's milk was given to her, did she start to show sings of improving.

He kissed her on her forehead and she giggled. "daddy I tire. I wanna nap now."

"Oh princess of course. Mommy will take you now." Wolfram took Greta back and began to walk away.

The old man smiled at the serene way the king gazed at his family. It was such a beautiful and natural emotion that oozed out of the young man. "I'm really glad you haven't protested to these portraits my king. It would have been sad to see the queen depressed about it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he confided in me that you hated taking pictures. Not just picture, but anything that had to do with you sitting down made you uneasy. He told me how much you hate sitting down while he drew you. It's so nice knowing that you are willing to sit here and bare it all. He was afraid that the little princess would grow up with no memory of her parents. He said pictures are captured memories that can not be erased with time. I must say I agree, as long as you have pictures, you will always remember those time. You can't really trust your mind to store all of those memories."

"Wolfram is a romantic." uttered the king. It was not secret Wolfram just wanted any excuse to have Yuuri sit with him. Yuuri would gladly do it either way.

Taking his camera from the ground the old man chuckled, "it's quite true. However, there is a bigger reason for his continuous request for family portraits your highness." Henri san took his tools and was ready to leave.

"What do you mean?"

"Perhaps you need to ask your wife that sire, if you'll excuse me." With that Henri-san took his leave and the young king had no other choice but to follow his wife and daughter.

Wolfram rocked Greta to sleep. It was such a beautiful moment and Yuuri did not want to ruin it. He walked in slowly and Wolfram turned to him. Yuuri reached out and took Greta from Wolfram's arms and both began to walk over to her princess bed. He slowly laid her on her bed and brushed back her silky black hair. "She's so beautiful Wolf. Have I thanked you for giving me such a beautiful gift?" Wolfram put an arm around Yuuri's waist and smiled.

"Many, many times my love. And not just with words, but with action. I love her so much and I love you too."

"You know, Henri san said something to me that had me thinking. Well, I just wanted to know wolf. Why do you insist on us taking those portraits?"

Wolfram cocked his head to the side and watched as Greta moved in her sleep. "So that when you and I are no longer in this world, our daughter could simply walk up to our portraits and remember the good times we had. I want her to be able to remember us and not feel sad once you and I depart this world. And besides, when this little one is born, he too would want to know what we were like. Don't you think?"

"Little one? Wolfram?" Yuuri's eyes widened and his smile could not be contained. Lifting wolfram off the floor he began to twirl him around. "Another baby, and this time we will do things right. Greta will have a little brother or sister and they will both share in the tradition."

"So you really want to take the pictures?" Yuuri placed wolfram down and hugged him.

"I want to create many more memories with you and our children. If that means sitting down for an hour or so, I don't care. So long as you and the kids are by my side. My family". Kissing the blonde, both failed to see a smiling three year old princess watching them with the most amazing green eyes in the world.

A happy old man set a portrait of a beautiful family into a frame. The husband stood behind a chair, while the beautiful wife sat in said chair with a little princess on his lap. In their faces all he saw were smiles.