Word Count: 1401

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Description: Gru and Lucy look at each other's old photo album

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 Lucy grunted as she carried the boxes behind her back. Her feets dragged themselves till she landed in Gru's living room. At the moment, her soon-to-be husband's living room had all types of boxes scattered. Boxes that contained all of the redheaded's personal stuff from her abandoned apartment. It took all morning to transport a quarter of her stuff. Thanks to Gru and the girls, they made transportation a breeze. Nevertheless, the boxes and bags weighed nearly a ton. Furniture was another big deal. Tv's, couches, chair's, etc. They were all scattered around. With the entrance of Gru's place wide open and the truck waiting outside made things easy too. Sure the living room looks like a hot mess, but once everything has successfully entered, it'd be the most amazing and stylish house ever. Lucy guaranteed it.

The redheaded wasn't a boastful person, but she managed to handle four boxes at once. The ex-villain kept on warning her to carry less. Ignorantly, she kept on walking away with four boxes or more. She tried to convey how tough she is rather than how she looks. Her lanky body was definitely no match for how buff she was. 

It was the last couple of boxes that she carried before another break. This time, Lucy shifted three boxes stacked on top of each other to her lanky arms. The pathway wasn't clear. She tried looking at the sides, but it wasn't much help. The redheaded chewed on her inner cheek. She cautiously walked at a steady pace. Her eyes hastily glanced left and right. Her eyes met up with the crocodile printed couch. With ease, she centered the boxes down. She leaned against it. Lucy sighed in relief, whipping her forehead sweat. As she moved out of her recent spot, the boxes splattered to the ground. Luckily, the two boxes were sealed perfectly, while the other spilled out books. The agent knelt down picking her equipment off the floor. Soon, she'd noticed another helping hand. 

Gru.

Lucy simply blushed on how helpful he was. While, stuffing the box, the redheaded's eyes caught a thick book. The front page was colored in a faint pink, with flowers in each corner and faded/scratched stickers. Lucy observed the book carefully. The amount of dust hinted how untouched it has been. It seemed to also survive the trip with its conditions. But what stumbled the redheaded was how she'd never seen this book before. Lucy brushed off the amount of dust that it contained. The dust particles flew away, revealing words. In big bold and black cursive letters, it read, "Photo Album."

"Vat's dat yu got dere?" Gru asked before tapping the box with clear plastic tape. Lucy blinked back to reality. She stood up with the album embraced. "That was my last box. Tell the girls to come back inside." Directed the redheaded, ignoring her recent question. 

Lucy walked over to the kitchen counter. The album was shifted in front of her. The palm of her hand pressed her cheek, as she scanned through the cover. She hasn't seen old photos of herself since forever. She forgot her childish features. 

The edgy agent admired the cover. The silly characters stickers somehow reminded her about her personality. They were bright, sparkly and blasted with colors. If she'd only took care of her only photo album they wouldn't be so faded and any scratches. 

"Where's the ice cream sandwiches, Lucy?" Asked Margo.

"In there." Lucy pointed at the freezer. The eldest tippy-toed, grabbing three ice creams. She offered one to their soon-to-be mother. But, the redheaded shook her head. The girls dashed out to their room.

The ex-villain walked in the kitchen. He sat by Lucy, relaxing his stressed muscles. "So, what is dat?" He pointed. "A photo album." She said. "Yu, going to look at it?" He asked again. The redheaded thought for a minute. She always has been wanting to see Gru as a child for some reason. And there was only one way how to. Through a photo album. Lucy jumped as she turned to Gru. "What about you show me your photo album and I'll show you." Smiled the redheaded. 

"Vhy do I have tu do this?" Sighed Gru.

"Because you wanna see my photos. Plus it'll be fun!" She lightly poked his shoulder. 

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Time went over the couple's head as they glanced at each other's pictures. With both albums opened, it was free to flip through them. They huddle together with smiles and warm compliments. Gru always commented sweet things about Lucy while he went through. He pointed on how cute she styled pigtails as a child. Lucy has even noticed how many freckles covered her whole body. It must've been a fortune to get rid of them by now.

"Sometimes I used to wish my freckles were like constellations, but they're really like a two-year-old who stabbed a crayon onto a paper repeatedly." Giggled the redheaded.

"I think they alvays look like constellations." His fingertips rubbed against Lucy's engagement ring, smiling.

Gru as a child seemed far off from Lucy. Each picture showed the ex-villain expressionless. He always had a death glare at some of them too. But, the agent admired the combination of his black locks and blue crystallize eyes.

As Gru flipped through Lucy's photo album, his eyes caught something oddly familiar. He tapped on Lucy's shoulder to grab her attention. She turned. "Dis person in de picture," He began. "It looks familiar." Gru pointed at a dimmed photograph. It showed the young redheaded in pigtails, denim shorts, suspenders, an aqua blouse, boots with chicken printed characters and bandages scattered around her body. Beside her was a teen with black hair and shades of gray clothes wrapped around his body. The teen wrapped his arms around Lucy, facing the camera. 

Gru's fingers slipped through the plastic. "May I?" He asked. The agent nodded. He grabbed the dimmed photograph out of plastic, laying it between the two albums. The couple analyzed it. "Wh-who do you think it is?" Asked the agent. Gru's fingers ran up to his lips, impatiently tapping on it. "Vait, I think I've got something." He flipped through the pages of his album. Gru stopped at a specific spot, taking the photo out. It was the same redheaded child from the picture and teen Gru. "Hey, it's me!" Lucy's lips curved into a smile, pointing. Her smile faded once she noticed what slipped out. 

"Wait, how come am with you in that photo?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"So Dats why dat teen looks familiar. It's me!" Gru exclaimed. 

Lucy turned to Gru with the same puzzled expression. "Would that mean that I've seen you before in my childhood?" She hesitated.

"I-I guess so."

They stood motionless, trying to remember their childhood. Trying to remember meeting each other. Lucy's eyes were glued to her picture. They seemed so gleeful, wrapping their arms around each other. It makes her wish to remember those days. Lucy frowned. 

"Vell, ve better finish unpacking!" Gru hastily stuffing his shot back and dashing out with the album on his arms. 

The redheaded wasn't going to give up yet. She analyzed her photo, scanning her memory for any resemblance. Then, she flipped the picture around. At the back, there was written text. The redheaded admired the cursive handwriting. She guessed it was Gru, knowing how bad she was at cursive. She read it. 

Dear Lucy,

Before am leaving to Russia, I want you to know a few things. I know you've been worried about getting adopted and never seeing me again. But, you have to know that you'll live a better life than what you are in now. Thank you for being my only best friend, even when you can get really annoying.

I never really said this out loud, but I want you to know how much I love you. Like a friend, though. Maybe like an older brother. I don't know. But, I love you, Lucy Wilde. 

Thank you for the picture you gave me. I'll keep it forever. I hope you stay well. And this isn't a goodbye, but as in for see you next time. Who knows if the stars align for us to see each other again. 

                                        -Love, Felonious Gru~