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Two Bits
He leaned over the sink as he ran the clippers over his head. Well he tried to but as he lifted his arm it started to shake. He cursed and leaned against the sink for a few minutes, glad that he was home but still pissed about being unable to do what he needed to do.
"Baby!" He heard his woman call out and felt a smile light his face despite being aggravated and annoyed by his current state of inability.
"In here!" He yelled and put down the clippers and turned around. Soon enough his very beautiful, pregnant wife was in the doorway and she grinned before she took quick strides across the room and he held her in his arms. No matter how much pain he was in he couldn't deny that holding her was one of his favorite things to do.
"God, I can't believe you're home." He could tell she was resisting the urge to cry and was glad she didn't. She raised her mouth for a kiss and he happily obliged. They stood there for a few minutes, completely absorbed in one another as Milla ran her fingers through his hair and he deepened the kiss. He ran his hands over her swollen belly and broke from the kiss with a start when he felt the kick. He smiled down at his wife who pressed her hand over his. "Espy likes her Daddy being home too, even with his weird grown-out hair."
Juice chuckled before he kissed her again. This time it was a short kiss and when he pulled away Milla saw his discomfort.
"What's wrong? Is your back bothering you?" She was going to fuss so he took her hands in his and laced their fingers together.
"It's not my back baby, it's the hair." He gave her an apologetic smile, feeling like a tool for complaining about something like that when so much shit had happened. Milla just nodded and unlaced their fingers before she nudged him over and packed his shaving kit.
"There's not enough room to do anything in here, go to the kitchen and I'll take care of this." Juice just nodded and followed his wife down the stairs. Once down there she had him sit at the kitchen table while she set up. Once seated she had him remove his shirt and draped a towel over his shoulders before she lovingly ran her fingers through his hair.
They didn't speak as she slowly ran the clippers over his head. He closed his eyes as the sensation of it overwhelmed him. She wasn't just cutting his hair she was removing his doubt, his worry and his fear. She was bringing him back to himself. He opened his eyes when he felt her run her fingers through his hair again. Looking up he saw the look of concentration on her face as she made sure she could properly outline the 'hawk. Once she was sure she brought up the clippers again and finished the cut. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his bolts standing out dark and proud on his skull through the dark fuzz of the stubble. He was coming back to her bit by bit and he trusted her to make it happen. She blinked back the tears that were threatening and soldiered on, eager to finish this. Once she'd gotten rid of as much of the stubble as she could with the previous pass he was ready for the shave.
Usually he did his own shaving in the shower with his little mirror but he couldn't this time so he let her lather him up. The cream was warm on his skin, thanks to the outrageously expensive warmer that she'd gotten for him from some place he couldn't remember. He sat still as he felt the straight razor she used glide over his scalp, she'd never nicked him or cut unevenly. She did it right and was the only one he trusted, the only one his OCD allowed him to give up this control for. He trusted her and loved her and this was just another way for her to love him. He practically moaned as he felt the last pass of the razor, he could feel how clean his scalp was, how smooth. He took a deep breath as she moved away to clean the razor but once she got close again he grabbed her wrist in his hand and looked in her eyes. The look said more than any words could.
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Later they laid in bed with his head on her chest and hands running over her rounded stomach. They didn't need to speak, everything had already been said and they were still feeling. He loved and trusted this woman with everything that he was and he knew that she loved him too. He moved his head from her chest and kissed her again. His lower back protested a bit but that didn't matter. The woman underneath him was what mattered.
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Milla ran her fingertips over the smooth skin of his head as he kissed her. The lovemaking had been slow, but powerful as he showed her just how much he loved her and she have back as much as she could. She loved this man and she'd almost lost him, so now was the time to show him just how much she loved him.
