AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by awesomesusiebstuff.
"Come on Sammy Bear!" you pleaded, "you'll look so cute and it'll make it easier on you during the hotter days,".
"I don't know Y/N," he said, "I've never really cut it before,".
"It'll be ok," you said, "I've cut hair for as long as I can recall,".
"Well, ok," he said. You smiled getting up and kissing his cheek.
"I'll be right back," you said hurrying down the hall. You grabbed a small brush, a towel, and a pair of scissors. You threw the towel over Sam's shoulders and ran the brush through his hair a few times, "Ready?" you asked. He nodded. As you started to cut it was like everything went into slow motion. The sound of hair being cut was loud and his hair seemed to fall forever to the floor. Soon you were done and combed through his new, shorter locks.
"Wanna see?" you asked.
"Of course," he answered as you handed him a mirror. A look of horror crossed his face. His hair was a mess. You hadn't cut it, you butchered it, "am I suppose to look like this?",
"Sammy I am so sorry!" you yelled.
You shot up in bed. You looked around and saw you were in your room. "Hey you ok?" Sam asked sitting up and softly rubbing your back. You turned to face him instantly running your hands through his hair.
"Don't ever let me or anyone else ever cut your hair Sammy," you said as you played with his hair.
"You had the nightmare again?" he asked.
"Yes," you answered snuggling into him, "I hate it,".
"No worries," he said, "no one is touching my hair,".