Felix finished brushing his hair, replacing the comb in the drawer beside the boar's bristle brush Calhoun used for her own hair. He stared at the brush a moment, running his hand down his chin. Calhoun's bright, brilliant, blonde locks had been something that drew him to her from the moment he laid eyes on her. So soft and luxurious, and well, beautiful too. He'd never thought to bring up the idea of letting her hair grow, but they'd been married a few months now and he quite liked the thought of long hair on his gal. Closing the drawer with a soft click, he settled on inquiring about the notion when she returned home later that evening.

She couldn't help raising an eyebrow during dinner when he brought up the idea of growing her hair out. She considered having long hair in the past although a slew of excuses always arose when the subject of hair length was discussed.. As she took a bite of salmon, she reiterated her reasoning to him.

"I've thought about growing my hair out before," she said. "But it would get in my way and wearing a ponytail makes me cringe."

Felix shrugged. "Well, I think you'd look mighty swell with long hair, mi' lady. Would you please think about it?" The small smile was all the reassurance he needed.

Six months later and Calhoun's hair now extended just passed her shoulders. Without fail, Felix would complement how lovely and beautiful she looked with longer hair every morning. He loved running his hands through her soft locks, he loved how it framed her face just so, making her ocean blue eyes stand out more, and even more so, that she considered the idea to begin with.

As he was getting ready one morning, Calhoun stood beside him, running a wide-toothed comb through her hair. With each stroke, the light would catch the differing hues of blonde strewn throughout her mane and Felix couldn't help but admire how much he honestly did enjoy his wife with long hair. He smiled.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He cooed. In the mirror, the color of her cheeks darkened. "And I mean that, sweetie."

She put the comb down, turning towards him with a sad smile. "Thank you, snookums. But can I be honest?" He gave a small nod and she turned back towards the mirror. "I really want my short hair back."

"Oh, well, if that's what you want, mi' lady, then I will be ok with whatever you decide." Pushing up on his tiptoes, he gave her cheek a light peck.

"Thank you for being understanding, Felix. I know you like my hair this length, so that means a lot. I love you."

"Love you too, Tams."

Calhoun opened the door slowly. She inwardly hoped the return of her short hair didn't change how Felix felt about her. Of course it wouldn't, she was his wife. He had been so understanding about going back, her worry probably meant nothing.

He was sitting on the couch with his nose deep in a book when she entered. He looked up to greet her and a chuckle filled the room when the book slid from his hands and onto his lap.

She shook her head, tossing her now short locks across her face. "Well?"

His eyes fluttered up and down in short blinks. Her hair just brushed her chin on one side, while framing her ear on the other. The longer side swept over her eyes, a sultry appeal that made his heart race. And the cheeky grin she wore flustered him all the more. She was the epitome of stunning.

"Tammy, you look incredible."

"Thanks, short stack."

The door clicked behind her as she strode across the living room, taking the spot next to him on the couch. His eyes never left her face. "I forgot how amazing you look with short hair, Tams." She shrunk back against the couch with a shy smile feeling his hands run through her hair. "You look absolutely gorgeous. I'm one lucky guy."

And he vowed to tell her that every day.

I really hope you enjoyed this one guys! Writing it was so enjoyable. Thank you for reading!

Regards-SF15