Hair
Five months later the pregnancy was going fine and they'd created the nursery for their baby. Their child wasn't going to share a nursery with their nephew. They didn't want them to grow up confused about how they were related or wake each other up during the night.
Peter was now six months old and doing well. He'd begun to say dad only last week. He loved going to the day centre with his mum every week. He was making quite a few friends with the workers and children alike. He had a lot more blonde hair now.
Emily was at home waiting for her husband to come home from the barbers on her own. Stacy and Peter were over at her sister Abby's where Jack was going to join her after class. They'd been invited over for dinner like she and Aaron had been invited to dinner with Sam Cooper that night.
Suddenly she heard a key in the door so got up to greet her husband. She couldn't' believe her eyes when she saw his hair. She thought he was meant to be getting just a simple trim. Yet here he was with bright white hair.
"Please tell me this is a wig," she said.
"No," he answered running his hand over his hair.
"Oh god, have you finally cracked? What on earth possessed you to bleach your hair?" she asked on the verge of tears.
"I like it," he smiled.
She burst into tears and left the corridor. Oh god, why was she crying? It was only hair for Christ's sake! He could wash it out or grow it out. It wasn't like he'd died or lost a limb. Damn how she hated these hormones. They were the downside of pregnancy. She'd love her man even if he dyed his hair bright blue.
He followed her and she cried, "I'm so sorry, I'm being irrational."
"It's ok. You were only shocked and pregnant. I should have remembered don't shock a pregnant woman when their hormones are all over the place," he answered.
"I'm still in shock," she answered playing with his hair. "Why did you do this?"
"I felt like it."
"I guess that's as good a reason as any."
"At least I got it done professionally."
"True could have been a lot worse."
"Could have been."
"Let's get ready. We've got to be at Zefferelli's in half an hour."
"Please tell me you've picked out an outfit already."
"I have but..." He rolled his eyes. She burst into laughter and he looked at her confused. "I was just messing with you. Geez you're so easy."
He laughed back and kissed her hair. "What am I going to do with you?"
"What am I going to do with you, blonde boy?" she smiled up at him.
He chuckled back. He was glad his wife accepted it even if she didn't like it. He never wanted to upset her. He knew his wife loved him no matter what he did.
