You posed once more as your eternal husband snapped another photo, the camera up to his eye and his fangs showing in a cheeky smile.

“Why do you always insist on taking photos? You know I won’t show up in them,” you say as he walks up to you. He curls an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him before kissing your temple.

“The memories, darling. I do it to remember you here. Now,” he says sincerely before he grins widely. “Or maybe I just like seeing you pose all pretty for me.”