"Sebby! What're you doing?" Sixteen year old Santana Lopez squealed from the other side of his bed, opposed to her boyfriend holding a camera faced at them.
"Just smile, baby! I'm gonna do that thing your mom does with all the pictures and stuff for memories and what not."
"Make baby books?" Santana gave him an odd look. Her mother made a book for every single newborn ever to be had in her family; there were shelves. "Are you trying to tell me something because I don't want to be knocked up..weirdo."
"No! The booking nonsense."
"Scrapbooking? You're doing this for a scrapbook?" Santana giggled,"Aw, baby, you're so cute. Let me help you aim it."
She was met by a swat of his hand,"Nope, I'm doing this all on my own. You just sit there and look pretty." He sounded like such a child, yet didn't care. He'd seen her mother's scrapbooks a million times, and was fascinated by each one. Every single photo had a scene, you literally watched someone develop. He wanted to watch him and Santana grow over the years.
"Fine, fine. Sitting here still, just like a statue."
"Beautiful, love. Absolutely beautiful." A kiss was placed on her cheek before she could even respond.
Click.