America's Prism

Chapter 12

Prism didn't wake until the next day around noon, feeling better than she had in years. She padded out to the communal area to see a Panera bag and a note.

Maternity photoshoot with Tony today in conference room 4 after you eat. I'm thinking formal but wear whatever you like. I'm sure you can transfigure my clothes into something else if you want.

See you when you're ready, no rush!

-Steve

A small smile graced her lips as she read the note before setting it down and tearing into the sandwich.

An hour or so later she was showered, shaved to the best of her ability and wearing a long pastel purple gown that floated around her ethereally as she moved. She went for white flats and shifted her hair into long, organized waves.

After a little make up she headed down to the room, opening the door to find it had been outfitted to be a proper photo studio.

"He really wanted these to look good, didn't he?" she said to herself, smiling at the curtains, green screen and various props.

"Girls usually make a big deal out of this, so I wanted to make sure they were decent." Tony rounded the corner in casual clothes with a smile that grew as he looked at her, warm brown eyes widening- admittedly taken back.

Steve rounded the corner in a fitted white button up with a black tie and dress pants with a belt, glaring at Tony for staring then being struck himself as she entered looking like a goddess.

"this is nothing. Wait until I turn the lights on." She shook her hair, accidently entrancing both men further.

Steve gave Tony a little shove to get back to the set before walking up to her, the shorter man shook his head to clear it.

"You look...wow." Steve smiled.

"Smooth, Cap!" Tony shouted, making Priz giggle.

"You too." She looked the blonde up and down and winked, making him blush.

"I...yeah...I mean....thanks!" he rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

"Real smooth!" Tony commented from just out of sight getting an annoyed look back.

"Ready?" with a renewed spark in her eye, she took Steve's arm and they went over to the set.

Tony used Pinterest to tell them how to pose, grateful they'd both always been great with controlling their faces all the way down to the look in their eyes. If they couldn't pull of the hopelessly in love look, the whole story would be in jeopardy.

They used different props, curtain colors and lighting. Then Steve stepped aside and let Tony take some of just Prism, some with her own lighting. Her shimmering hair was breathtaking with the gown and white curtains, several cradling her now six month looking belly.

As Steve had mentioned in his note, Priz transfigured her dress into a 40's style maternity dress with a flattering band under the breasts to maintain the appearance of her waist, turning it pink as well. Her hair glowed as it placed itself in victory rolls.

The father's eyes sparkled as he took her in, a genuine smile crossing his handsome features Tony immediately snapped more photos of.

The couple decided to dance together a little to pay homage to the decade, waiting an extra beat on the spins and step outs until they heard the click of the professional grade camera.

For the final photo, Steve slowly spun her in and pulled her back against his chest, pressing a kiss to her temple as his hand cradled her ballooning stomach.