"Yeah! That's totally fine. He can bring his homework with him and get through it here," Jess spoke into the phone, "Trust, I know about needing that date night free."

Virgil whispered something in her ear, getting his leg slapped. He snickered, going back to sectioning her hair off and oiling her scalp.

"Yeah. Ok, just send him over that day with all his things," she paused, "Yes! Oh my goodness! Wasn't it amazing? We have to go again, when are they having it? Yeah, and we're bringing our husbands so they can get some culture. I'll just have my in-laws or someone babysit."

"Do I get a say in what I'm being signed up for?" He moved on to the next section.

Miguel watched them from the corner of his eye as he pushed the squealing baby on his ride on car.

Jess laughed and talked for a few minutes more before bidding Rio goodbye, "Hey babe, Miles is going to come over for probably the night Friday. You know it's a date night."

"I love date nights. Especially when they're mine. Now what is this other nonsense you signed me up for?"

"We're going to see a ballet."

"Sorry, I'm going to be at my parents' house getting yelled at for not doing dishes. Can't do it," he shook his head, "You should take Miguel. I'm sure he'd love to go."

"You, him and I are going to the opera. So we're going to the ballet," she said firmly.

"Ugh!" he whined, "I don't want to."

Jess smiled, saying something to him in German.

"...Sweetheart, not in front of the children," Virgil adjusted his collar.

"Daddy?" Mig shook Virgil's knee, "Me next?"

"Is your scalp itching?"

"No."

"Then you don't need it greased, honey," he reassured him, rubbing his head, "This isn't for your hair type. Your friend is going to be here Friday. So that's going to be fun."

"Yeah, I have something for him."

"Cool," Virgil closed the tub, finishing his wife's bantu knots for her, "Alright, done."

"Thanks babe," she stood giving him a kiss.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for my hair appointment," he pushed from the couch, "Is that other kid still coming?"

"Yeah, let me call his grandma," she grabbed her phone, walking to the kitchen.

Miguel watched the two go and decided that GG wanted to fly, "We should visit Mayday, huh?" he tossed the squealing baby, "Yes? OK, I'll steal her," he grabbed his watch and opened a portal to Peter's house.

X

Peter was currently conversing with his wife as Mayday swung from the ceiling. They were lost in conversation as she swung to Miguel with excitement.

"Hey chiquita," he snuggled her, "You're coming with us." He quickly opened his portal back to Jess'

She hardly noticed that he left and was still talking on the phone when he set both babes down. Mayday was agasp at Gunner's rocking horse and hopped on instantly as he sat on his car to be pushed around.

"He's on his way now, Babe," Jess called, "You want me to fix you a lunch or are you going to buy one?"

"Doesn't matter," he shrugged, glancing into the front room, "You can fix me a sandwich if you would please."

"I would," she agreed, sashaying to the refrigerator, knowing she might as well fix one for Hobie.

As she was getting things together there was a knock at the front door.

"I got it!" Miguel called out, glancing out the eyehole, "It's Hobie and his gran," he remarked before opening, "Hi."

"Hello, I am here to drop my little dumplin' off to have something done with that thing on his head. Wanted to make sure that actually came," she walked in with Hobie on a baby leash. Punk crossed his arms as he was dragged across the floor, clearly unhappy about the arrangement.

"Hi Hobie," Miguel waved down.

"Perfect timing," Virgil grabbed punk, throwing him over his shoulder.

"You take his bag and keep him on a leash. He is surprisingly tender-headed. But he thinks he's tough," she walked around, looking in his face, "Be good boy, Nan wants you to look handsome."

"I'm already handsome," he sulked as she playfully pinched his cheeks.

"Yes you are, very. But you'll be even more of a stud when we get this maintained," she tugged at his wics, "Hey," another poke of his dimples, "Be good, understand?"

"Fine," he rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of this lanky bean," Virgil started toward the door.

"Lunch babe," Jess hurried up, handing him a bag of food, "Hi Hobie. Behave for my husband or I'm going to bash your brains in," she squeezed his chin with a jovial, yet clearly threatening smile.

"Ok, bye," Daddy waved again, hurrying to the car before there were any other distractions, "I take it you're not fond of getting your hair done?"

Hobie huffed as he was fastened into the car, "My hair is just fine."

He looked at the rocker's hair with a judgmental raised eyebrow, "OK."

X

Hobie squirmed away from the woman's touch.

"Look at this nice hair," the beautician cooed, "Don't worry, baby, I promise I'll be really gentle."

He flinched when he felt the comb tap his scalp, "No, no!"

Tina, the beautician, smiled, rubbing his shoulders, "You're ok," she turned her attention back to sectioning his hair, being as gentle yet firm as possible while cleaning up his sections, "When was the last time he got this taken care of?"

Virgil shrugged, tilting forward as his beautician worked on the back of his head, "If I had to guess, I'd have to say six months. That new growth isn't looking too new."

Hobie squirmed as the woman continued working, constantly turning his head. Tina was mostly amused by him and his fussing.

"Ok, baby, how about a break?" She rubbed his shoulders again.

The rocker wiped his eyes, hurrying away from her to the only familiar available to him.

Virgil pat the teen's side as he received a hug, "You're ok buddy. Are you hungry?" Head shake, "You want your bottle?" a nod.

The man smiled, grabbing the bag and popping the top off, "Ok, open up."

"He's so precious. Is he your nephew?" Tina sat back.

"Well, he's Jess's so he's mine," he pat Hobie's side as he nursed his bottle.

"He reminds me of my son. He needs a lot of breaks when I do his hair," she laughed.

Eventually she was able to get back to his hair, even though he continued to pull away and sob.

"Hold still, we're almost done," She cut the old rubber bands and moisturized his scalp, "There baby, all done."

Hobie rushed back to Virgil's side, sniffling.

"Such big eyes," he chuckled, "Was Miss Tina mean to you?"

He tightened his hug as Virgil wiped his face.