"Mom," he hissed in irritation, eying his mother with a despairing glance. She laughed lightly, hefting the album under her arm as she glanced surreptitiously down the hall to where Zelda sat talking with his father at the Kitchen table. "You promised."
She smiled fondly, if regretfully, reluctantly lowering the album.
"Oh, alright, dear," she sighed. "But I still think she'd like to see those photos of you and Aryll when you were little, that summer we spent in Lurelin—"
"Most of those pictures were of us naked," he ground out, pulling the album from her loosened grip and withholding his sigh of relief. She simply rolled her eyes.
"Yes, well, they're still cute. Especially that one with you two leaning over the front seat of the car, your little bums showing through the rear window—"
"Mom!" he whined, withholding the urge to stamp a foot. He was an adult—an adult. Maturity, Link…!
She laughed again, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
"Alright, alright—no baby pictures," she promised, holding her fingers up in a Hylian Scout salute.
Link mirrored her, leaning against the opposite wall and hugging the illicit album protectively against his chest. He let out a slow breath before mother and son's heads turned in sync at the sound of his father's booming laugh and Zelda's girlish giggle.
"So… what do you think of her?" he asked quietly, willing the heat in his cheeks away.
His mother glanced at him, then back to the pair at the dining table, her smile broadening.
"I think she's absolutely delightful, Link."