CH 69

With the excuse of Johnathan, Sofia could also get some nice pictures herself.

As Sofia was looking at the view from the rooftop that would be their background for the pictures, suddenly, a group of men walked onto the rooftop carrying huge black bags. Subconsciously Sofia walked towords Vincent who was standing near her.

Vincent was happily surprised with Sofia's actions. He slowly wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her into his chest possessively. A smile blooming on his cold face. She was finally in his arms out of her own choice, unconscious, but still a choice. This proved that Sofia was slowly depending upon Vincent for the smallest of things.

Having a slight tremble that only Vincent noticed, Sofia spoke softly trying not to alert the on coming company "W... W... what is going on?.... W... Who are they? What do they want?" A question for Vincent's ears only.

As the group of strangers grew, Sofia unconsciously held onto Vincent's form fitted suit tightly, creating wrinkles in various shapes due to her hold.

The troop of strange men had finally all arrived with a bag in each one's hand. The person at the front kept the bag on the floor and like dominoes, all the men behind him placed their bags on the floor row wise. Starting from the front and quickly moving to the back.

As if Sofia and Vincent's group of people were not even there, the men started setting up the equipment they had brought with them in the bags.

As they were half way through setting up, Sofia realized what was happening. They were setting up a studio for photography. They had brought everything one would see at a professional photography studio. What left Sofia speechless was the changes of clothes that a woman, in a professional black skirt suit, wheeled onto the rooftop.

Seeing as everything was set up, Vincent lowered his face and spoke right into Sofia's ear. "They are all my men. You don't need to be scared. They are only here to protect us."

Just as Vincent was done speaking to Sofia, the man leading the entourage of men onto the rooftop walked towards them. Bowing slightly he spoke, "Master. Everything is really."

And so began the process of creating memories that Johnathan would be able to see when he grows older.

The first few pictures were of Johnathan alone standing on the rooftop near the railings with the Eiffel tower lit up behind him. Those pictures were all taken when Johnathan was nervous and not smiling. The happy pictures started when Vincent send Sofia to the nervous baby.

Sofia had nothing to do rather than follow the photographer's directions and pose with Johnathan next to her.

The next batch of photos were of Vincent and Johnathan only. In these pictures you could see how much Vincent loved his son. During the whole picture taking process Johnathan was in his father's arms, wither it was being safely secured in a hug, or being thrown into the air and getting caught again. In a few of the pictures Johnathan was sitting on Vincent's shoulders having the time of his life.

Just as Sofia was getting ready to ask if she could get her own solo picture taken, Vincent called her over to himself. "Sofia. Come we will all take a picture together."