Pictures of You
One-shot
It's a miracle it still works.
He finds his old camera in a box of things that his stepmother sent him. To be honest, he completely forgot he had this camera. He hasn't used it for so long. He snaps a picture of something random at first, just to see if the bloody thing worked and to his surprise it still does work. After taking the random picture out, he focuses on something different.
His wife.
She is busy putting up Christmas decorations. God, he loves watching her put the Christmas decorations. He loves seeing that joyful smile on her face. He loves seeing the light, the sparkle in her eyes. He loves watching as she occasionally bits her lip, trying to decide where to put some of the decorations, placing them in certain places then moving to a different place. God, he loves it all. He really, really does.
He begins taking pictures of his wife. Capturing every single moment of her happiness. He can't help but smile himself. Her happiness is contagious. She doesn't even realize that he is taking pictures of her until she turns around, with the idea of placing a few decorations on the coffee table and that is when she sees her husband taking pictures of her.
"Rob," Allison squeals, covering her face with the decorations in her hands. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I am taking pictures of my extremely gorgeous, sexy wife as she is putting up Christmas decorations," Robert smiles as he watches his wife continues to hide her face with the decorations, he continues to take pictures of her. "Come on, babe, no reason to hide like I said you are gorgeous and sexy. All around beautiful, you have nothing to worry about."
"Do you not see what I am wearing?" Allison questions, removing the decorations from her face and placing them on the coffee table before gesturing to what she is wearing. "I am wearing one of your t-shirts and your boxers. How could you say I am sexy when I look like this?"
"Guess ya are," Robert smiles, snapping another picture of his wife. "It doesn't matter what you wear, babe, you are always going to be sexy and gorgeous and beautiful. Even when you are a trainwreck. Now, will you please let me take more pictures of you. I want to capture you putting up the Christmas decorations. You have this light about you when you try to figure out where to put everything. I love capturing the way you stand and think about if the decoration is in the right place. The way you bit your lip. It's these moments I like to capture. When we are old and gray, I want to be able to look out at these pictures and remember these times."
"Alright, fine," Allison sighs, making her way to her husband's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Take as many as you like, but absolutely no one sees these photos of me in your clothes except for you. Deal?"
"Deal," Robert smiles.