Baby Photos
"Well, isn't he just precious in that little sailor suit?"
Grace bit her tongue as her precious little sailor pulled the hat off his head and threw it on the ground. If he'd been a little older, she could see him getting up and stomping on it, or making the too familiar woman eat it. The least he could manage was to pat it violently with his little fist. His daddy stood off in the corner of the photo studio with his phone to his ear and a smirk of approval on his face. Both of her boys had fussed at her when she pulled the outfit out of the closet. Blaine's grandmother wanted a picture of him in the suit she'd bought, and a picture she was going to get.
"How old is he?"
"Almost six months."
"Really? I would have said older. He's so steady."
Grace just nodded, "Blaine takes after his daddy, he's always in a rush."
"He's also very handsome." The woman blushed and backed away as Grace shot her a warning look.
"I resemble that remark," Ezra joked as he walked back over to where they were sitting, hoisting his son up before taking the seat between the stranger and his wife. "Don't worry buddy, mama only wants one shot of you in this getup, then she promised to let you out of it."
It was Grace's turn to blush. Blaine ignored her embarrassment as well as his father's reassurances as he kicked his little feet around in frustration. She had hoped that they would not have to wait long for their pictures to be taken. Ezra had to get back to work and Blaine was already getting restless.
"Mrs. Standish, the photographer is ready for your family now," the blond haired receptionist called.
Grace quickly got to her feet and followed the woman to the indicated room, her boys hot on her heels. She just wanted one decent picture for Grandma Standish and then they could go. It was not to be however, as the moment she had Blaine sitting up in front of her, he decided to flop over. She didn't panic at his sudden drop, well aware that he had done it on purpose, but Ezra's hand had clenched hers tightly. He wasn't used to Blaine's antics as his job kept him away from home far too often. The photographer was also a bit worried as he asked her whether she wanted a stool for the kid to lean on. She politely refused as she pulled him back up into a sitting position, and tried to keep him that way. He refused to look at the camera, far more interested in his feet and his hands to take much notice of anything else. The photographer was doing his best, but Blaine would have none of his shenanigans. Finally, Grace begged the man to take the shot, because she knew Blaine wasn't going to cooperate. Grandma would just have to live with an obnoxious picture of her grandson. At least she could say that it matched the equally obnoxious black and white photo taken thirty years ago.