Michael looked so nervous and blushy standing in the doorway of our bathroom. I couldn’t help but smile at my dorky boyfriend.
“Of course I will, you sit right here and we’ll try to rescue your hair.” I giggled, pointing to where I wanted him to set and getting the deepest root treatment from my cosmetics box.
I applied the mask, massaging it into his scalp in a way that I know relaxes him but he doesn’t like asking for in case it pulls all of his hair out. Fifteen minutes later I told him to jump in the shower and gave him a shampoo and conditioner to use.
This is my kind of thing and I like looking after Michael - normally my hair and make-up expertise isn’t much use to him unless he wants me to dye his hair or cover a spot.
He emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, only a towel around his middle but he wanted me to blow dry and brush his hair for him. It was really soft and luscious and he couldn’t stop touching it.
Anything to make my baby boy smile.