Hobie watched the nail tech closely, "What's with the towel? Why do I need that on my legs?"
"To increase blood circulation," Jess read her book. It was only the 39th question Hobie asked. Of course he had never been to a spa, it would have been foolish to think he had, but so many questions.
"Oy! He's assaulting me!" Punk pulled his legs away from the nail tech, glaring at him.
"He's not assaulting you, put your feet back on the thing. He's helping with the blood flow," she turned the page without looking at him.
"By punching me calves?"
"Yes Hobie. Please behave, I know it's been a while since you went somewhere to have a manicure and pedicure by someone. But you need to stop giving your tech a hard time."
He sulked, watching the man work. She wasn't wrong, but still. At least they turned the weird chair off.
Jean smiled at her daughter-in-law, Jess merely shook her head.
"It's ok, Hobie," Jean told him, "I'm not used to it either. But doesn't it feel good to be professionally pampered? Do you know what color you're getting?"
Punk contemplated, before smiling at her, "Uh, yeah. It's been a while. I'm going to get…" he scrolled through all the colors.
"Do you want designs or stickers?" Jess leaned over, showing him the design book.
He gasped, looking at the plethora of things made available to him, "I want designs. I like this one mama. And I want it with this color and this design and…"
Jess nodded as he went on and on. She took his tablet and made the selections he made. And of course he wanted something different on his toes.
"That sounds like it's going to be so nice," Jean told him, "I can't wait to see it."
"Did you select any color, mom?"
"No, I'm just going to get a black french manicure, something simple."
"You should do it with black and gold," Punk suggested, leaning over Jess.
"That's a nice suggestion," Jess nodded, "Ok, well I suppose we all have our colors," she leaned into her massage chair.
X
Hobie smiled at his hand, wiggling his fingers and toes.
"Do you like them, honey?" Jess tied his hair back, "Don't they look so nice?" He nodded eagerly, flashing them to her with an ear to ear smile, "Yes, honey, they look so nice. I love the flowers."
Hobie hopped in place, so happy, "I can't wait to show Nana, I hope she likes it. I think she will. I'm gonna show it to Lizzy."
"I know Lizzy will love it. Now," she started, leading him off to the next section of the building, "We're about to get facials, so that's hot towels on the face, mask, and hydration."
"Are they gonna put cucumbers on our eyes," he held her hand, following along closely, "Do you like yours?" he turned to the grandmother.
"Yes," Jean nodded, cupping the boy's chin, "I think that was a very nice suggestion. Thank you so much."
Punk leaned into the touch with a small smile.
"Hello ladies, and sir," the technician greeted the three, "I see you're all getting the classic facials today. I'll have you remove your piercings and I have the cleaning solution."
Hobie looked at the ultrasonic cleaner with skepticism, "Why do I have to take my piercings off? Can't you put the stuff around them?"
"I'm not paying for her to put a dollop of cream on your face," Jess stated, taking her earrings out.
"But what if they take them?"
"I promise no one wants your piercings. They're going in the cleaner and you'll get them after."
"But-"
"You have two choices," mama gave him her full attention, "You can get facials with us, or you can go to the playroom here. Which do you want to do?"
Punk sulked. Facials always looked so fun on TV. And the ones he and Bre would have on their at home spa days were fun. But a playroom did sound fun too.
After a few moments of thinking he quietly began removing the piercings, "Promise I'll get them back?"
"Promise," she nodded.
X
It felt like they were in some type of science fiction movie. The steamer constantly aimed at his face, the lady putting at least six different liquids on his face. One she had to scrape off. Then she did something that meant he had to wear goggles. It was really trippy.
"Would you like a lip treatment?"
"Whats that suppose to mean, mate?"
"For hydrating your lips. Yes he would like one," Jess and him were getting there's in the same room, since she made them aware he was her child and needed to stay near.
"How does it feel so far?" Jess called over.
"It feels good. I already feel like I'm aging backwards," he joked.
"Oh yeah, we're gonna send you back to Bre-ma a little ten year old," she teased.
"She probably wouldn't be able to even tell the difference," he laughed, "Smells really good."
The esthetician checked his face, "Your face is already so nice and supple," she spread the lip mask on, "We're halfway done," she took out another mask to apply.
X
"You have to let me bring you more often," Jess insisted.
"I do really enjoy it each time, but once a month seems a little excessive for me," mom remarked, enjoying how smooth her face felt, "You too, considering you already don't have wrinkles."
"Preventive measure, of course," she buckled Hobie's jeans up, helping him off the changing table, "What you got a taste for mom?"
"What do you think of Hibachi? Hmm, sleepy head?" Jean teased Hobie, who conked out during his facial and was still waking up.
"I'm sure there's something there he'll like."