[Indigo]


"How could you do such a stupid thing?"

The stupid thing in question was their daughter had come home from a sleepover and her beautiful auburn hair was now a deep shade of indigo. She had insisted that it was meant to come out black but something had gone wrong. The thought, however, had not been as comforting as she had thought it would be.

"What's the problem? All the girls in my class have dyed their hair."

Ever since she had hit the troublesome teenage years, Stuart and Ewan had found themselves pulling their hair out trying to raise her. It seemed no matter what ground rules they set in place, she would find some way to break them and would find pleasure in doing so.

"I don't care what all the other girls in your year are doing, Ronan. You are my daughter and I remember us having a conversation where I explicitly stated that you could not dye your hair."

The last five words were said slowly and deliberately by Ewan and Ronan just sighed, flicking back the offending hair over her shoulder as she glared at him. The pair of them looked like twins in their anger. Stuart had learnt to only join in when it looked like there was a dire need for a referee.

"You just want me to look like Mum forever. Why torment yourself? She was a bitch, right?"

And here was the time for the referee.

"Ronan, go to your room." Stuart commanded calmly, pushing away from the wall where he had been resting unaware of how Ewan was going to react to the accusation. Ewan just glowered at her and Stuart waited, without humour, for the steam to start pouring from his ears. Ronan opened her mouth as if to argue but Stuart just raised his hand, silencing her. She let out a noise of frustration before slamming up stairs. "Ewan," he whispered resting his hands against his husband's shoulders.

"She just knows exactly what buttons to push, doesn't she?"

"She's a teenage girl. It's built into their chemistry," he squeezed his partner's shoulders lightly before sighing. "It'll wash out in ten washes."

"I beg your pardon?" Ewan asked whipping around to look at his partner.

"The hair dye she's used. It'll wash out in a couple of washes. You can smell the fumes in the air which means it's a cheap wash in one."

"That little devil,"

"Pushing the buttons," Stuart insisted and smiled as Ewan bowed out of the room, obviously on his way to apologise to his daughter before probably forcing her into the shower – several times. He chuckled. It was never dull in this house.


AUTHORS NOTE:

So this is fast forwarded about ten years from the last one.

Anyone noticed that my writing has got less serious and more fluffy? Yeah, me too. I'll fix that.