51. Camera

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Leo

Josephine is trying hard to cover her laughter by covering her mouth with both hands. I ignore her and continue with what I'm doing.

She nears me, still trying not to make a sound, and watches what I'm doing.

"You know," I glance at her. "We'll be able to hear your laughter since you're standing this close to the camera."

She lets out a bout of laughter and wraps her arms around my waist.

"I'm sorry." She softly bites my shoulder. "Keep going. You're doing amazing, sweety."

"Thanks?"

I finish filming all the ornaments that are on our Christmas tree. I recently got a camera to take pictures with. And now I'm filming and zooming in on every little picture in the plastic ball ornaments of Josephine and I. And the few we made with hand made clay.

This Christmas tree totally represents us and I'm sure as hell going to take a video of everything.

When I'm sure I've captured everything, both a picture and a video, I start a new video, then flip the camera so the lens is facing us.

"Ooh," Josephine perks up. "Look who's now a pro at taking selfies."

"It's a video."

"So a videofie?"

I glance at her. She's wearing a Christmas hat, and she made me wear one, too. She's wearing red pajama shorts with a shirt that says, 'ho ho ho.' And me, I'm wearing the same pajamas. Yup, we're matching.

Tomorrow is Christmas, and each of us is spending it with their own family. So today, I woke up bright and early, got us breakfast before I knocked on her apartment door. She opened it and jumped into my arms as if we haven't seen each other every day this week.

Then she made me take a bunch of what she called 'couple photos' in our matching pajamas before we made dinner together.

And now we're going to relax while watching Christmas movies.

"Say hi to the camera." I bump my head to hers.

"Hiiii." She even waves.

She's so fucking cute.

I love her.

"Wait, how about we sit with the tree behind us?" I propose. I want us to be fully in frame. Matching pajamas and all.

"Sure, director." She throws a wink at me before sitting on the ground.

I set the camera on the coffee table and make sure it's focused on us before sitting behind her, my legs around hers and my arms around her waist.

"It's a video, right?" She asks.

"Yes." I kiss her temple before looking at the lens and speak. "I'm Leo and this is Josephine. The year is 2022 and—"

"I think we'll know it's us when we watch this back." She chuckles and glances at me behind her shoulder.

"I know, dummy." I softly pinch her waist and hold her when she tries to move away. "It's for whoever might watch it."

"And who might that be?" She lifts a brow.

"Our kids."

Her entire body melts against mine at my answer. "And don't you think our kids will recognize us?"

"They'll know us as gray and old."

"Excuse me!" She slightly turns so she can face me. "I will not be turning old and gray. I'm gonna stay young forever."

"Then we'll stay young forever together."

"Sounds better." She plants a kiss on my cheek before relaxing against my chest again. "So, we're making a video for our future kids?"

"Yeah, but also for us."

"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "Hello future us and our future kids. How many that may be?"

"Like I was saying," I say in her ear, "it's 2022 and this is our first Christmas together."

"First of many." She nods.

"Today we ate breakfast before she forced me to take a million pictures together."

"And then I had to stay silent while he filmed every detail of our Christmas tree." She says.

"You didn't stay silent."

"I did."

"You were laughing the entire time."

"I was not!" She gasps. "I did not make a peep."

I laugh and pull her closer to me.

Josephine is the love of my life.

I never thought I'd ever have that. Someone who I can spend my day with. Who I can make fun of and have light-hearted discussions with. Someone who will put up with an hour of me filming every little detail of a Christmas tree while telling them to be silent.

This is our first Christmas together and I can't wait till our next Christmas. Our next anniversary. Different anniversaries. With kids and hopefully grandkids as well.

I want to sit down each year and watch these films back before we make a new one. And I tell Josephine exactly that.

"I like that idea." She beams at me and her smile makes my heart sing.

"Yeah?"

"Of course. I wouldn't lie to you." She cups my jaw. "How about we make a prediction for next year?"

"I like that idea."

"I'll go first." She faces the camera again. "Let's see. I think next year, we'll go on more adventures. We'll go to places we've never been before. Do new activities and I beat Leo in whatever it is."

I blow a raspberry on her neck and she tries to squirm away, but I hold her to me.

"You're only better at things that require us wearing some form of skates." I defend myself.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night."

I pin her hands to her chest when she swats at me. I tickle her and kiss her neck at the same time. We roll and she ends up on her back with me on top of her. I continue tickling her as she laughs loudly.

I pull up her shirt and blow a raspberry on her stomach.

She's breathless from laughing so much and I only slow down so she doesn't choke.

We both sober up when we notice our position. Her knees are lifted and around me. My hardening cock is digging into her and both of our breathing is fast and shallow.

I dip down and capture her lips with mine. Her body immediately responding to me. Her back arches and she lets out a moan.

Remembering we are still recording, I pull away and glance at the camera. The light is still blinking, indicating that yes, it's still filming.

"We should turn that off before..."

"Yeah." She nods vehemently.

I smile at the enthusiasm and quickly click the 'stop' button.

"Our future kids don't have to see what I'm about to do to their mother." I say before kissing my way down her body.

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A/N:

I love how casually they talk about their future children. How many do you think they'll have?

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