"Caseyyyy," Derek whined, "Is this really necessary?"
"Yes," Casey spoke resolutely, dragging him by the arm to enter the photo studio.
Casey wanted to get a Christmas portrait done so she could send them out as holiday cards. She always wanted to do them ever since she was a little girl, but it never came about.
But now that Derek and Casey were newly married, she wanted to form a new tradition that they could continue for years to come as they grew their family. However, her husband was being a big pain in the ass about the whole ordeal.
"They're just so corny and cheesy," he commented, watching the other families and couples get behind the camera to have their pictures taken.
"But it will provide great memories," Casey began. "Just think that years from now, we'll have a whole collection of them and get to see how we've grown," she finished, her eyes getting starry and cool blue in excitement at the thought.
Derek sighed, knowing this was a losing battle, especially with that look in her eyes. He'd never admit it out loud, but he was such a goner for those eyes. Actually, you could say he was whipped to the nth degree in general when it came to Casey. He had lost a lot of battles since they got together, especially more so when he put a ring on her and said 'I do', but he couldn't help it. He liked seeing her happy, despite his dignity taking a total nosedive sometimes.
"Fine," he said reluctantly, kissing the top of her head gently.
She turned to him, beaming. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she thanked him excitedly, before scurrying over to the front desk to make an appointment.
…
"Ahhhhhh!" Casey screamed.
Derek immediately rushed to the living room to see what the matter was, but Casey was merely staring at a box on her lap.
He walked closer to her. "Case, why'd you scream?"
"Our pictures came in!" she announced enthusiastically, waving one of them in the air.
"Oh," he let out, finally relaxing under the knowledge it wasn't something dire. "Did you have to scream like that? You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"I'm sorry, Der," she said, contorting her face into a frown, obviously guilty about scaring him. "Come sit, though," she said, patting the cushion next to her.
He did as she said, and she instantly wrapped her arm around his and leaned against his shoulder.
"Look," she said, holding out the portrait picture. "Doesn't it look perfect? Gahh, I can't wait to send them out to everyone for the holidays!"
Derek took the picture in his hand, observing it. The corny factor was definitely there. The photographer had been adamant about them putting a wreath around their waists, to which Derek remembered asking why the hell someone would ever do that. But Casey merely glared at him, and the next thing he knew he had a wreath on him.
The background Casey chose was this white, barn thing that he still had no idea why that was even an option. It didn't make him think of Christmas, more like pigs and horses, but Casey thought it was romantic so he didn't dare say a word.
Overall it seemed like a good picture of them though. His smile looked a little stretched in the photo (since he was obviously faking his enjoyment), but Casey looked drop-dead amazing.
"I like it," Derek said simply, handing the photo back.
She clasped her hands together, looking at him imploringly with those damn eyes. "So…next year can we…?" she trailed off hopefully.
Derek rolled his eyes, but smiled at his wife's innocence. "Yes, we can get another one done next year," he told her. "And maybe even the year after that…"
She squealed before launching herself at him, kissing him fully on the mouth. "I knew there was a reason I loved you!"
"Well, I'm still trying to figure out why I love you," Derek joked, which resulted in Casey swatting him the couch pillow as he laughed.
A/N: Short, but sweet. Right? PLEASE REVIEW with your thoughts :)
*Also, if you want to see what the picture (since I photoshopped one), you can find it on my tumblr, oopsydasey.
