"Remember that, Rachel." She instructs the camera. "If nothing else. Please. Out of fear for his mother, you stay with him. Although, Noah, as much as I hate to say it, I think you're the one she's going to go after. She likes me more." She laughs, catching his bottom lip with her teeth as punishment for stealing her spotlight. Not that she minds, not really. Out of everyone she's ever shared the stage with, out of everyone who's gotten a solo over her, Noah's the only one she'd gladly share the fame with. He's the one she's sharing the fame with now and she's so proud of him. Of both of them. "You are." She assures him. "You're exactly the man I always knew you could be. And I'm so proud of you." She's not paying much attention to the camera anymore, dropping a kiss to his cheek, then his jaw.
Of course, until he grabs her and pulls her into his lap. Rachel just about drops the camera, digging an elbow back into his ribs as she laughs and tries to right herself. "We're also gonna have a new video camera if Noah doesn't calm down." Settled back against him now, she can hold the camera up above their heads and get a good view of both of them. They look so young. Happy. In love. But, maybe that's because that's exactly what they are.
"Dad, Daddy, if you're watching this, I am sorry we didn't tell you. But right now, we've decided that this is for the best. And if it makes you feel better, we're not even getting wedding rings or-...wait. Nevermind, you guys don't like tattoos." She snorts, turning to laugh against Noah's neck. "I'm so sooorry! Except not. 'Cause I've never been this happy, you guys. Ever. And it's not just Broadway or New York, it's-...It's Noah. It's always been Noah. And I'm so proud of him, of the both of us and I love him more than anything in the world and you'll get to walk me down the aisle one day. But mostly because I like causing a scene. Being married to him is what counts." She turns and drops another kiss on his cheek. "Nope. That's everything. Unless you want to apologize to your mother." She teases, handing the camera over.
When he's finished, she takes the camera and stands again, training it on him. "Dad. Daddy. Mrs. Puckerman. You might want to turn the tv off now. You, Officer. Shirt. Off."
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Date: 2012-02-07 03:47 am (UTC)Of course, until he grabs her and pulls her into his lap. Rachel just about drops the camera, digging an elbow back into his ribs as she laughs and tries to right herself. "We're also gonna have a new video camera if Noah doesn't calm down." Settled back against him now, she can hold the camera up above their heads and get a good view of both of them. They look so young. Happy. In love. But, maybe that's because that's exactly what they are.
"Dad, Daddy, if you're watching this, I am sorry we didn't tell you. But right now, we've decided that this is for the best. And if it makes you feel better, we're not even getting wedding rings or-...wait. Nevermind, you guys don't like tattoos." She snorts, turning to laugh against Noah's neck. "I'm so sooorry! Except not. 'Cause I've never been this happy, you guys. Ever. And it's not just Broadway or New York, it's-...It's Noah. It's always been Noah. And I'm so proud of him, of the both of us and I love him more than anything in the world and you'll get to walk me down the aisle one day. But mostly because I like causing a scene. Being married to him is what counts." She turns and drops another kiss on his cheek. "Nope. That's everything. Unless you want to apologize to your mother." She teases, handing the camera over.
When he's finished, she takes the camera and stands again, training it on him. "Dad. Daddy. Mrs. Puckerman. You might want to turn the tv off now. You, Officer. Shirt. Off."