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Hair & Hormones - a (very short) one-shot...perhaps it’s a blurb?

This is something I started well over a year ago - while Ed was still on his break! But I put it aside, unfinished, and all but forgot about it until a few weeks ago when I found it buried in my Google Docs.

Kate obviously has some very strong feelings about Ed’s hair. And I 100% concur. :-)

This is very short, and very smut-free. Feedback is life, as always!

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HAIR & HORMONES

It was near noon. The kids were at school, and Ed was out running a few errands for me. I was sitting at the kitchen island, pouring over color and fabric swatches. We’d already picked out the furniture - a distressed ivory crib, changing table, bureau, and rocking chair. We still needed wall decor, bedding, an area rug, and we needed to paint.

Pastels would look really nice with the furniture we’d picked out, and those kinds of colors would be soothing for Baby. But Ed and I both love bright splashes of color, too. I found myself leaning toward painting the walls something neutral, and adding touches of color in the bedding and decor.

The front door fell shut, and the sound of a muffled greeting carried across the house. Ed was back.

“In the kitchen!” I answered.

I heard him kick his shoes off, and I looked up just as he came into my view, carrying his backpack and a few grocery bags.

My jaw dropped when I saw him, and a small “Oh…” escaped my lips without my even realizing it.

He’d cut off all of his hair.

It was tapered - still a bit longer on top and in front, but the rest of his head had nearly been shorn down to stubble.

“Hi.” He’d walked over to where I was sitting and put the bags down on the island next to my laptop. He looked down at me with a wide-eyed, hopeful, slightly nervous smile.

I swiveled my stool so that I was directly facing him, brought my hands to his head, and slid them to the back of his neck, where his beautiful mane of curls that I loved so much was supposed to be. But it was gone. In its place was a very short, neat, bristly cut. When my eyes returned to his they were filled with tears.

Yeah, I was crying over Ed’s haircut.

“Ohhhhhh, no, no! Baby…no, please don’t…fuck, no, I just…I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll grow it back, I promise.”

He looked both horrified and completely confused at my reaction, and to be honest, I felt the same way. It was just a haircut, for god sake.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

With a single tear trailing down my face, I sniffled and shook my head. “No, no. It’s…I…I’m just…surprised, I guess. I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m so fucking hormonal.” I took a breath before continuing. “I hate it.”

He looked a little shocked at my words, and I realized he must have thought I meant that I hated his haircut.

“No, I hate being hormonal like this! I don’t hate your hair - I could never hate your hair! I love your hair…” my voice caught as I thought of those perfectly curly locks at the back of his neck that are…were one of my very favorite things, ever.

“It…looks nice. I’ll get used to it. I think…I just wasn’t expecting you to cut it all off…I should just shut up. I’m sorry.”

I sniffled again and tried to mask it with a half-hearted laugh, but failing miserably, a few more tears escaped.

“Oh, god, I’m actually crying because you cut your hair,” I whimpered pathetically.

“It’s OK,” he murmured, helped me settle back onto my chair, which I’d awkwardly slid off of in all the commotion. His brow was wrinkled with concern. I knew he felt bad.

“I feel terrible. I…I just didn’t think…well, that’s it, I guess, I didn’t think. I know you like…my hair.” He grinned almost shyly, as if he didn’t understand why anyone would even care at all about it. “I should have thought of that but…I just spur-of-the-moment got this idea in my head that I wanted to do something different, and…well, I’m an impulsive guy, and the next thing you know he’s got the clippers goin’…and that was it! I’m…sorry.”

Damnit. He should not be apologizing for getting a stupid haircut.

“Stop,” I whispered softly, shaking my head. I took a good look at him. The top and front still had decent length - it came nearly to his brows - definitely long enough to muss and tousle. But it tapered along the sides to the back, getting shorter and shorter.

I was sitting on a counter-height chair, making my face virtually level with Ed’s - perfect height to inspect this new ‘do.

“Come here.”

He eyeballed me somewhat dubiously as he took a few small steps forward.

I touched the front first, making sure I could still comb my fingers through some part of this new look (I could). Then I traced back along the sides, where it faded, getting shorter and shorter until no strands were long enough to flit between my fingers any more. I grazed my fingers along his scalp to the back of his head, feeling what seemed barely more than stubble. It was prickly.

I shook my head, bothered.

“Turn around? I want to see it.”

He suspiciously raised a brow, but did as I asked.

Wow, it was really short. There wasn’t nearly enough growth for any hint of curl. It was…tidy. The only thing about it that was recognizable as being Ed’s hair was its color.

I brushed my fingertips up and down lightly over the short bristles at the back of his head, exploring this new, tactile situation, and I heard him laugh through his nose.

“That feels weird. Tickles, kind of.”

“Hmm,” I huffed a breath through my nose, too, almost grinning, while not letting up from fondling his hair and neck. “Sorry. It feels so different.”

I guess I’ll get used to it?

He sighed, his body visibly relaxing. I guess he could sense that I was no longer on the verge of having a complete shit fit. Or strangling him.

“Hey.” I patted his shoulders to indicate I was done.

He turned around, stepped in even closer, so we were almost nose-to-nose, studying my face, presumably to check that I was really OK.

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m a mess of hormones right now. I have no other explanation for whatever that was.”

He nodded, eyes widening and nose crinkling up. He pursed his lips in that way he has when he’s trying really hard not to laugh.

Bald jerk…

“Nothin’ to apologize for, darlin’.” He held my face and wiped my tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, and then pressed his lips to my forehead - a sweet, reassuring sign that all is well.

We both grinned, silently acknowledging the absurdity of the last few minutes. His eyes traveled down to my baby bump as he gently placed a hand over it, as both wonder and pride emanated from his entire being.

“Why don’t I refill your tea, and then you can show me what you have in mind for the nursery?”

“OK,” I nodded. I watched his retreating form as he took my cup back to the kettle on the stovetop. His curls were gone, and I’d had my moment of mourning them. But just as quickly as my tears had started a few minutes earlier, I was OK with it. It’s just hair, right? And as much as he is identified by his hair, it certainly doesn’t define him.

Alright, he’s not a jerk. Although he is kind of bald, now…

He came back to me with my full cup of steaming hot water and a new teabag, and smiled curiously when he saw me grinning at him.

“Here you go.”

He took a seat next to me. I nodded and surprised him with a soft, full kiss, which he happily returned.

“What’s this for?” he murmured, his lips still against mine.

“ ‘Cause I love you.” I left another short, light kiss on his lips and ran my fingers along the back of his head, exploring again. It was like new terrain. Fascinating.

He placed quick peck on my lips, and grinned. “Wow, pregnancy is really fucking weird.”

Upon seeing my expression, he quickly added, “I mean, I love you, too, sweet girl.”

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