"Wake up," someone whispered in my ear. "Time to wake up." I groaned and tried to turn but arms held me in place. "We have work to do, Caleb."
"We're on vacation," I whined but opened my eyes anyway.
Mirela smiled. "Yes but you told the crazy pregnant lady's husband that you'd have his pictures done today."
I groaned. "Ah shit. I did, didn't I? And knowing Maggie, she'd hunt me down and rip my throat out."
Mirela laughed. "That'd be quite the sight to see."
I opened my mouth to retort when someone knocked on the door. Mirela slipped out of bed and I saw she had changed into a pair of sweats and a large t-shirt. I was impressed she found one big enough. While she answered the door, I dug around in my suitcase to get out of my suit. I frowned and stood up straight. I turned around as she brought in a tray with breakfast on it.
"You stole one of my pajama shirts," I said.
"But I brought you breakfast," she said.
I laughed and went to the bathroom to change. I smiled as I dressed, thinking back to last night. I felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my chest now that she knew. To hear her say it back, though, had been an overwhelming shock.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked
She was setting up our laptops beside each other on the bed and walked back to the living area table.
"Eggs, bacon, and toast," she said. "Nothing special; just room service." She cleared her throat, munching on some bacon. "I was thinking we could just stay in today when we're done with editing the Christmas pictures."
I smiled and kissed her, stealing the bacon from her mouth and she squeaked. I laughed.
"I like that idea very much."
She giggled and I turned the TV on while we ate our breakfast. She leaned into me and I grinned. After a quick breakfast and a random reality TV show, I picked up my camera and we got back in bed.
"Luther emailed me the pictures with the two older kids," Mirela said, snuggling under the covers and opening her laptop. "I'll mess around for a little bit while you work on the Yen family."
"Sounds gravy," I said with a comfortable yawn.
"Oh my," Mirela laughed. "You were right! These kids look miserable!"
"Just wait until you see baby Tui," I snorted and she looked over.
"Aw! Just look at those big tears on those chubby cheeks," she cooed. "She looks... happy."
I nudged her and pulled up my editing software. Last week, after we had gotten swamped one day, I had put the same software on Mirela's computer. I whistled through my teeth as I clicked on the ones they wanted to keep.
"Shit," Mirela groaned. "This family wants almost every single picture; even the ones where the daughter is screaming at her dad."
"The dad seemed like a good sport about it," I laughed. "I don't think we should keep them but we have to do what the client wants."
Mirela's playful demeanor was gone and she was focused. I liked it when she was like that; it showed she took things seriously. There wasn't any messing around or seducing like with Jenny. I frowned at the memory as I put a Christmas border around one of Tui's solo shots. Would that happen again? I hoped not. The idea made my stomach turn.
Mirela kissed my shoulder, taking me by surprise. I stared at her and blinked at the strange look on her face.
"Stop thinking about it," she whispered. "It's over."
"Can you read my mind or something?" I grumbled, turning back to my computer.
"Or something," she said and did the same. "Point is, you need to let it go."
"I know you're still pissed, too," I said.
"That's different," she said. "I'm pissed because she tried to seduce my boyfriend then slapped him. I'm allowed to be pissed."
"I'm pissed at her," I said and she scoffed.
"No you're not," she said. "Well, you are but I know that's not what bothers you."
"Just shut up and work," I said and she giggled.
I smiled. We worked quietly for another hour before she started nudging me with her foot. I smirked and nudged her back. I tickled the bottom of her foot with my toes and she gasped, pulling her leg so the bottom of her foot was on the bed. I turned slowly to her, my smirk widening.
"Have I finally found Mirela's ticklish spot?" I whispered.
"No," she said quickly. "Just... your feet are cold."
I kissed her cheek, logging that information in for later. After another hour, she whooped.
"Done with the grouchy family!" she proclaimed.
"And I'm one more picture away from crazy lady," I said.
She put her head on my shoulder and watched. It was a group shot with Tui in between her parents.
"It's so adorable," she said. "Although, that is one chubby baby."
I laughed. "Yeah it is."
I did an air brushed snow border and a cheesy 'Merry Christmas' in cursive letters underneath it. For Tui's solo shots, I had put 'Baby's First Christmas' in varying fonts. It looked pretty decent in my opinion.
"Switch," I said. "Here's the Yen email and you can forward the pictures. Let them know that Luther will be the one sending them the physical printouts and the CD with all the pictures, both original and edited. Then send an email to Luther letting him know the same thing."
"Okay," she nodded and pulled up my Outlook account.
While she typed up the emails, I looked through her edits. God, she was good at this. There were only two that I adjusted, showing her that she used a border that didn't really fit what they wanted. At first I thought she'd be offended but she just nodded seriously.
"So I should have picked one that matched their sweaters?" she asked.
"For this one, yes," I said, scrolling through the different ones until I found Christmas lights wrapped through garland. "It changes for each client. Sometimes they don't even need a border. One reason I wanted one for these two clients is because they're for Christmas cards."
"That makes sense."
When that was done, I logged into my email account on her Outlook while she turned my laptop off. She yawned and slid down under the covers with her head on the pillow, watching me until I had the emails to the family and Luther sent out. I then turned her laptop off and stretched. I looked down at her with a smile.
"I like watching you work," she said, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers.
"You look so professional," she shrugged. "It's attractive." I laughed a little. "What time is it?"
I looked at the clock by the bed.
"A little after one," I answered. "Still want to just stay in?"
"If that's okay," she said.
I got down beside her. "Of course it is."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around me. I looked down at her.
"You know, you look incredibly sexy in my shirt," I said in a low voice.
"Is that so?" she asked.
"Mmhm." I smirked at her. "I wonder what you'd look like without it on."
She slapped my chest good naturedly and rested her head on my shoulder, looking up at me.
"I love you," we said in unison.
I laughed. "Jinx, you owe me a Coke."
"Maybe later," she shrugged and kissed me.