This is an example of a chapter that I want to happen to me in my married life.


Photo #79: Sharp Yet Soft and Foamy

Eadlyn remembers that as a child, she would always start her mornings by running into her parent's bedroom. Her mother would be singing and styling her hair as her father would be standing in the ensuite, swaying to her mother's melodies as he shaved his face. She would always run into the bathroom and hug her father around his legs. Then, he would bend over and kiss her forehead, stamping bits of shaving cream onto her face which she would then rub on his pants only to receive more.

Then, Eadlyn got older and that meant going to sleep later which meant waking up later and not getting those kind of kisses anymore. Not to mention that she got taller as well which made it not that cute anymore.

Still, the memories were precious.

And as Eadlyn looks at the picture of her father shaving, she deduces that the sharp yet soft and foamy kisses had to start from somewhere...

-o-

America wakes up one morning to the light sound of a faucet coming from their bedroom's ensuite. She looks over and sees an empty space next to her, making her realize that Maxon must be the one in the bathroom. Grinning, America gets out of bed, making as little noise as she possibly could so he won't notice that she woke up. She reaches forwards onto Maxon's dresser and takes his camera. Then, America tiptoes over to the ensuite's door, holding her breath as she makes her way. She slightly pushes the door open a crack and opens her mouth in excitement at the sight of Maxon being so focused and concentrated on shaving. She mentally counts to three before bursting in, taking a picture.

Maxon screams. "I could have cut myself!l

America laughs, putting the camera on the bathroom counter as she proceeds to die of pure laughter. This encounter made her morning and now she'll have a picture to remember it forever. Maxon puts down his razor and picks America up just to kiss her with his foamy face.

He passionately grabs America's face and invaded her lips with her. It takes her a few seconds to realize that this is happening but as soon as she does, she winces at the shaving cream on her face which only motivates him to wrap his arms around her tightly just to close the gap between their bodies. It almost feels as if they have been yearning for this to happen for a long time even though they kiss very often. Maxon's touch sets her on fire and despite having cold shaving cream on his face, America feels herself burning up with a passion for this man. On another day if this were happening, she would be savoring his taste but not today when his taste is shaving cream.

They part and America does notice that Maxon nicked himself a little. She wipes it away with a face towel and Maxon looks at himself closer in the mirror to make sure it's all good.

"Please tell me it doesn't look that bad," Maxon begs about the barely-noticeable cut.

"So you want me to lie?" America questions.

Maxon narrows eyes and she snickers, only kidding about her question.

"Quit pestering me while I'm trying to shave," Maxon says to her.

"Pester, more like charm," America corrects sassily with a small wink.

Maxon rolls his eyes as he continues shaving. America hops onto the bathroom counter just to watch him shave. As she finally wipes the shaving cream that came on her face from the kiss, she watches Maxon shave. Something about this was so satisfying and relaxing.

"I didn't think you were capable of growing a full beard," America says.

"That is really rude," Maxon says, obviously offended.

America shrugs nonchalantly. "The truth hurts, dear."

"You know, I had stubble when I was a pirate for that Halloween party."

"Stubble, not a beard. There's a big difference."

"You still nicked me."

"Quit whining, you big baby."

"I shave, therefore I am a man."

"You cry about little boo-boos, therefore you are a baby."

He goes to rinse the remaining shaving cream from his face and pats it dry with a fresh face towel. Maxon doesn't argue anymore since America kisses his cheek where the cut happened. She had to kiss a few times since the cut was so minuscule that they couldn't exactly pinpoint where it was. Then again, neither of them were complaining.

Maxon pulls out a bottle of aftershave from the cupboard. He has many to choose from but he just decided to pick the bottle that looks like a green Christmas ornament you'd hang on a tree.

"I like the smell of your shaving cream," America states. "You smell like a man which makes up for your crying over a little cut."

"Haha," Maxon says flatly, opening the bottle of aftershave. "Sniff this."

She smells the aftershave and is taken to a different dimension by the scent. It was clean with an aromatic nature scent with hints of lavender and peppermint. America almost wants to dump the bottle on herself since it just smells that good.

"Oh wow, that's super manly!" America exclaims gleefully.

America puts some in her hands and rubs her palms together to spread the aftershave around. Then, she claps her hands on Maxon's face, giving him another quick kiss in the process. There was something nicer about kissing a clean-shaven husband and when America's done kissing Maxon, she'll know what that is.


I typed that beginning author's note a really long time ago and I know that I called this idea a marriage goal (don't get me wrong, it still is) but I really like beards. Like those Chris Evans type of beards.

Stay Tuned - It's that time of year to dress up (or dress up in whatever your parents make you wear)!

Come to think of it, I actually maybe kinda foreshadowed the next chapter up there.