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seenoversundown · 1 year ago

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Dueling Cameras

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.2k

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber " Go on and hand me your clothes, Take a picture or two, I can see you"

“Come on Willa,” Sam yelled from across the house.

“I’m grabbing my shoes and I’ll be ready!” I responded.

As I come to the front of the house I find Sam squatting down to put Penelope's leash on. Those two are always inseparable.

“Y’ready?” He says when he notices me watching them.

“Absolutely, let's go.” I say as I give him a quick kiss.

As we ride to the fair, I look out the window while Sam sings along to what’s playing over the speakers.

“Workin’ on our night moves.

Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news.”

I look over to him sitting in the driver's seat. “Still stuck in your head?”

“I’ve spent too many nights helping Jake close the bar,” Sam says with a laugh.

We drive the rest of the way that’s only broken when Penelope starts to whine. When we finally park, Sam is quick to get to Penny and let her out the back door. I get out and start to close the door when I notice Sam’s camera bag sitting on the back seat. Knowing he was too focused on Miss P and will probably be upset when he notices he's left it behind, I grab it.

Sam’s a little bit ahead of me when I finally do catch up to them. Before catching up completely, I pull out his camera and take a quick photo of them from behind. He’s always been attractive to me, but it wasn’t until a year or so ago until I finally admitted it to myself.

Click.

It isn’t long until the three of us step foot inside the state fair. I take the lead and start heading left, straight to the pumpkin patch.

“You really want to carry around pumpkins for the rest of the day?” Sam asks, giving me a questioning look.

“Well, if we wait until later all of the good ones will be gone.” I said matter of factly.

A hearty chuckle comes from Sam as he throws his arm over your shoulder. “Whatever you want, my little bird.”

We walk like this until we reach the patch full of yellows, oranges and whites. Penelope's quick to pull us towards a cluster of decent looking pumpkins.

“Good work, Penny-girl.” I say, leaning down to pat her between the ears.

Click.

Hearing that soft click, I’m a little surprised. I thought I had Sam’s camera. Turning to look at him, I see a shit eating grin spread across his face.

“New toy.” Is all he says while holding up a small film camera.

“I should’ve known.” I reply while playfully rolling my eyes.

“Yes, you should’ve.” Sam presses a kiss to my cheek. “Always gotta document my girls.”

My heart always does a little flip when he calls us that. His girls. I run ahead and whip out the other camera.

Click.

A bewildered look crosses Sam’s face while Penelope just watches, her tail whipping the air.

“Fancy a game of dueling cameras?” I say in my best posh accent.

I’m rewarded with a deep belly laugh from Sam that liquifies my insides. My favorite sound, I can’t help but think.

“Game on.”

I take off running father into the patch, Penelope's barks trailing behind me. Sam’s laughing out loud, and I can’t help but laugh along with him. One of my favorite things about this man is how free he lets me be. Never once has he tried to clip my wings, he’s only interested in helping me fly.

Throwing my arms up in the air I stop where I am and spin, laughter is tumbling out of me in waves.

Click. Click.

Sam lets go of the leash and she’s quick to join me, her happy barks filling the air.

Looking back at Sam, I realize he isn’t standing in the same place anymore. The pumpkin patch is steadily getting busier, and I can’t spot him as I glance around.

Suddenly, arms are on either side of me and my feet are whisked off the ground, I can’t stop myself as I scream upon take off.

“Got you,” Sam says in my ear.

“Unfair!” I say as he puts me down. I cross my arms across my chest and give him a fake pout. “You came outta nowhere.”

“Always gotta keep you on your toes.” A quick kiss is pressed on the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s get what we came for. Those roasted seeds are calling my name.” He’s quick to grab the leash as we finally settle on an area of pumpkins to choose from.

“How about this one?” Sam holds up a classic orange pumpkin that’s perfectly round.

Click.

“If that’s your choice. This one’s mine, I think.” I take my turn to hold up a yellow pumpkin that’s more oval-like. “I have a great idea for the face I wanna put on this bad boy!”

“I think I need to reevaluate my choice,” Sam says with a laugh. “How about this one instead?” Similar to my yellow oddball, he’s found one of similar shape but in orange.

“Oh, Samuel. That’s a fine specimen indeed.”

A bark cute through the air, we both look to find Penelope sniffing a smaller white pumpkin.

Click.

“It seems as though Penny-girl has chosen her pumpkin, too.” I say.

We make quick work of purchasing our small family of pumpkins. , excited to get them back home. I have Penelope's leash in hand as we walk back through the fair. Admiring the rides and all the bright lights that are seemingly getting brighter as the sun goes down.

“Willa,”

With a smile, I turn my head quickly at the sound of Sam’s soft voice cutting through the noise. He’s only a few paces behind me with his camera up to his face.

Click.

“What do I get for winning this round?”, Sam says in a cheeky little tone, a smile plastered across his face as he catches up to us.

“Mmm.. I have an idea”, deciding to play along, I hit him with a little wink. I motion for him to lean down, planting a kiss on his lips, holding him there for an extra beat. Maybe two beats.

“Well”, he starts, “let’s get you home then, shall we?” Grabbing my hand and taking off to the car, moving a bit quicker than before. Rose and I trailing behind him as we approach the car. Letting her into the backseat before I get in, Sam’s already starting the car.

As soon as I slide into my seat, he throws the car in drive. His right hand immediately intertwined with mine, resting on my leg. The sight makes my heart swell, until I look over at him in the last minutes of daylight. His hair is a little disheveled from the wind and the brisk walk, but the soft smile resting on his face as he focuses on the road was really the prize for me.

Click.

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