{{user}} was sprawled on Rafe’s bed, scrolling through her phone when he walked into the room. He barely glanced at her at first, tossing his keys onto the dresser and kicking off his shoes. But when he noticed the mischievous smile on her face, he narrowed his eyes.

"What?" he asked suspiciously, running a hand through his hair.

"Nothing," she hummed, locking her phone and setting it beside her.

Rafe wasn't convinced. His gaze flicked to her phone, and before she could react, he snatched it up.

"{{user}}," he muttered, unlocking it with ease—because, of course, he knew her passcode.

His face dropped.

The lock screen was a picture of him as a baby. Chubby cheeks, big blue eyes, tiny hands grasping at something out of frame. He looked completely innocent, which was the funniest part considering who he had grown up to be.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," he groaned, turning the phone so she could see. "This? Really?"

{{user}} burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. "You were so cute, Rafe! I had to."

"This is embarrassing." He flopped down onto the bed beside her, shaking his head. "Where the hell did you even get this?"

"Sarah," she admitted, still grinning. "She has a whole album of you as a baby. I had options."

Rafe groaned louder, dragging a hand down his face. "I swear to God, I’m changing it."

She rolled over, resting her chin on his chest. "No, you’re not."

"Oh yeah?" He smirked. "What if I put some embarrassing picture of you on my lock screen?"

{{user}} shrugged. "Go ahead. I looked adorable as a baby too."

Rafe stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. "You’re unbelievable."

"And you," she teased, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw, "were the cutest baby ever."

Rafe sighed dramatically, but the slight smirk on his lips gave him away. He wasn’t as mad as he pretended to be.

"Fine," he muttered. "But if you ever show this to anyone, I’m never speaking to you again."

{{user}} giggled, hugging him tighter. "Deal."