Prompt: Hair
Her mother was a con artist. It might sound mean, but it was really true. Her mother would do anything, say anything to get what she wanted and when she was really on her game she made it seem like she'd done all of it for someone besides her own selfish self.
Of course, she never did anything for anyone else.
Rebecca didn't want to be that kind of con artist. She didn't want to hurt people, lie to them, or use them. That included Justin. She wanted no lies in their relationship, not even white ones. No fake tears to make him feel bad, or threatening to withhold sex to get him to do what she wanted. None of that, even if it was just a joke.
There was one exception to that rule and that was her hair thing.
Because really that was too awesome for any woman to give up.
She'd discovered Justin's slight obsession with her hair early on in their relationship. It was hard not to with him always touching it, pulling it out of the ponytail or bun or whatever she'd done with it that days. He liked it best when it was curly as he tried to mention casually.
Except he sucked at casual and she'd already figured out how best to use her hair to her advantage.
"Can you please go and get me some pizza?" she asked, letting her loose, curly hair fall down over her eyes, which were blinking up at him. She stuck out her bottom lip for emphasis and waited.
"Its midnight," he began, but then stopped as she shook her hair slightly, "Mushroom?"
"Extra cheese too."
He sighed and stood, "I'll be back soon."
Rebecca leaned back, smiling as she rubbed her pregnant belly. Sometimes a girl had to do what a girl had to do.