“I would love to know what’s so funny,” Rosie said amused by his laughter every time they went to take the photo.

They’d tried a least a dozen times now, but Otto couldn’t stop laughing, it was a very good thing indeed that she loved the sound of his laughter. Otto seemed so much more relaxed and care free when he laughed, even if they were trying to be serious.

“Mind cluing me in on the joke?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says, a faux apology, resurfacing to look at her. “Hard for me to sit still and just kiss you once.” Not to mention, Otto was bad at sitting still in general. The scientist-in-study holds Rosie by the chin and turns her to look at the camera. “Maybe if you weren’t looking at me, it’d help?”