The fan couldn't have known how much her kid was irking him, she couldn't know she was still allowing her kid to pull his ponytail. Chad never knew where he went wrong during these meets and greets, but somewhere usually in between the hug or hand shake someone crossed the line. He truly felt like people saw him as a sum of his hair. He had been growing his coils since he was 7. His mom just laughed and clutched her heart in awe. As the fan retreated Chad caught himself from quitting the day all together. Something needed to change like today.
Chad knew he fucked up, he was almost certain that he would be signing divorce papers by dinner tonight. He rubbed a hand through his shaved head and groaned, his old lady did not like change. She was a woman of great resolve. His Taylor was a wonderful lover and supporter in anything he ventured into in life. His attempt at taking Hibachi classes or his auditions for Saturday Night Live, she was there through it all.
He just didn't know how his Taylor would react to his hair completely gone. His wife didn't keep it quiet how much she enjoyed his hair, whether it was her hands constantly de-tangling it or pulling on his tresses. Usually his hair took a rough yanking when she was feeling randy. He didn't even mind it, when she did it, but that was the thing, everyone wanted to grab fistfuls of hair. The old mop top and Getcha Head in the Game shtick kind of began to get old so he grabbed his clippers and got his afro down to a buzz cut.
His head felt light as hell as he wobbled from the lack of weight from the mound of hair now on the floor. Chad immediately went to work on cleaning up all the hair and coils all over their bathroom, he even burned a candle in case she even got a whiff of anything. He had a quick shower and went to work to set the house up for a romantic night that Taylor would not ever expect.
Chad ordered her favorite meal on DoorDash and chilled her favorite white wine in her wine chiller. He had to admit without his hair he was killing it in speed and agility. But without his hair his Baby Girl might try to kick him through a window.
Chad's whole body was on pins and needles as he heard the front door open, and his Baby gasp at the assortment of flower petals everywhere. He was about to woo the hell out of his sweets. Her heels tapped around their loft. She slowly got comfortable by taking her Coach heels and bag and meeting him in the dining room. He heard her before he even saw her, "What did you do?" He couldn't blame her for her suspicions he used to fuck up a lot. In fact, he was shocked she even walked this far in the house. "Baby, just come into the kitchen," he called to her. He prayed this didn't turn into a 'Where's the bitch Chad?' He didn't feel like going through that again.
She walked into the kitchen with her face pinched up at her satin cap on his head. "You didn't go dying your hair again, did ya," She questioned recalling his 16-year-old self with a pink fro. He chuckled. His wife knew him since they were 2 and she never forgot a thing. He decided to whip the bonnet off like a band-aid. He took a deep breath and pulled her bonnet off and quickly winced preparing for impact. He slowly opened his eyes to the lack of pain. She did not hit him, in fact she did something totally opposite. She left the room. Taylor didn't say anything to him. She grabbed her shoes and purse and headed straight upstairs. She was about to call her lawyers office.
