You sit on your laptop, trying desperately to keep from laughing. Tom's in the study trying to read over some new scripts and William is upstairs taking a nap. You scroll through the list of videos and find your favorite. Pressing play, you can't help but start giggling before it even begins. Your eyes are glued to the screen and half way through the video, you can't help but laugh, a little louder than you intended. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes dart to the door leading to the study. Nothing. You continue watching the video, but a minute later you burst out laughing again. Tom is not so forgiving this time. The door swings open and he strides over to you, his arms folded across his chest.
"Darling," he says sternly.
"Sorry," you squeak, tugging a headphone from your ear.
Your eyes dart back to the screen and you once again laugh at the scene unfolding.
"What are you watching?"
You try to close the laptop but Tom's already prying it from your hands.
"Bea! I can't believe this!"
"Give it back, Tom!"
"You're watching Youtube videos of me?"
"Tooom," you whine, trying to get the computer back from him.
"Why do you watch my videos?"
"Because I love watching you in interviews, okay?"
"Why were you laughing?"
"I was just watching some...fan videos."
"Really? And what do those consist of?"
You shrug. "It depends. A lot of them are funny moments or compilations of parts from interviews and what not. I've also seen quite a few listing off reasons of why you're perfect."
"Do you believe them to be accurate?"
"Well, I can't deny that they make very convincing arguments, but they only see the part of you that seems perfect. They don't have to live with you!"
"Hey! I'm not that bad."
"You don't have to hear yourself snore in the middle of the night."
"I don't snore!"
"Keep telling yourself that, dear."
He rolls his eyes and hands the laptop back to you.
"You can watch them if you're quiet."
"Okay," you smile.
He plants a kiss on your forehead before making his way back into the study and shutting the door behind him. You turn your gaze to the screen and a minute later a laugh forces itself from your mouth.
You stand in the kitchen, preparing dinner. You have your iPod in its docking station and music drifts from the speakers. The song ends and you can't help but smile when "December, 1963" begins to play. It starts with a simple tapping of your foot, but soon you're dancing happily while mixing ingredients.
"Oh, I got a funny feeling when she walked in the room!" you sing loudly.
There's a chuckle from behind you and you spin around to see Tom in the doorway, a grin plastered on his face and his phone in his hands.
"Tom! Are you video taping me?"
"I'm not going to deny it."
"Eheheh. Sorry, love, but I'm saving this one."
You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the counter, a pout rising on your lips.
"That's not fair."
"Not fair?!" he questions, walking toward you and resting his large hands on your hips. "You can watch videos of me anytime you want! You said yourself that you love watching my videos online. I think it's only fair for me to have some videos to watch of you as well."
You narrow your eyes, but can't help but laugh. He grabs your hand and spins you. You giggle as you dance with your husband.
"Oh, I got a funny feeling when she walked in the room," Tom sings, dipping you.
"And I, as I recall it ended much too soon," you finish.
"Oh what a night!" you sing together, both of you grinning from ear to ear.
The song fades out and Tom presses his body against yours and kisses you gently.
"My love," he whispers.
"You're very entertaining when you don't know you're being watched."
You roll your eyes.
"I swear, Tom, if anyone else sees that video-"
"It's for my eyes only. I promise."
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