Maxerica

Playing With Cameras

"Hold still!" I laugh.
"No. Stop," Maxon replies, laughing as well.
I try to rub my cold hand onto his face, but he turns around. I compromise and jump onto his back. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes me up further.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks me.
"Hugging my amazing husband," I reply.
"How sweet."
I put my cold hand on his neck and he almost drops me, making me squeal.
"America!"
"Whoops."
"Oh haha."
"You know you love me."
"Maybe a little too much."
"There's never to much love."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
I kiss his neck.
He goes over and plops me onto the bed, then gets on top of me. I kiss him hard. He kisses me back. We start French kissing. He pins me down and kisses my neck. He kisses to my ear, then to my mouth.
It's nice to have some time like this with him after a long day of work and screaming kids.

I sneak over and grab Maxon's camera from his desk.
I sneak back on the bed and take a picture of him sleeping. I giggle. His face twitches and he opens his eyes. I smile at him.
"Good morning," I say, taking another picture.
He groans and turns the other way.
I put the camera aside and lay next to him, putting an arm around him.
I lean over and kiss his cheek.
He turns around and faces me. I smile and he smiles back.
I peck his lips.
He kisses me.
I move my leg and knock the camera off the bed.
We move away from each other and a gasp escapes from my mouth.
We both sit up. Maxon rushes over and grabs it. I cover my mouth as he checks it out.
He sighs. I start crying and he looks at me. He sets the camera aside as he moves onto the in front of me.
"Why are you crying?" he asks.
"I ruined your camera," I reply, wiping my face.
"I don't mind darling."
He hugs me. I hug him back.
"I'm sorry," I say.
He hugs me tighter.
"Don't be. You're so much more important to me than a camera. You're my everything America."
I look him in the eye.
"Thank you Maxon."
"No need for that either. I'm speaking the truth."
I hug him. He holds me.
"I really am sorry about your camera."
"It's fine. I have another one. It's much older, but it still works."
He goes over to his desk and gets it from the bottom drawer.
He brings it over and he takes a picture of me.
I willingly let him take it.
"You didn't complain," he says confused.
"Because I owe you for the camera."
"You owe me nothing. You've already given me more than I deserve."
"You'll never get all you deserve until you get the world."
He hugs me. I hug him back.