The Storm

Chapter 7

Sierra

"Atlas, we're going to be..." my words trail off as I walk into the bathroom, finding Atlas standing by the sink.

His eyes meet mine through the mirror, smiling as he braids Allie's hair. He sat her down on the counter, her legs crossed with her back towards him. She hums along some disney songs Atlas put on, bopping her head as she sings her favourite parts.

Allie doesn't have exceptionally long hair, nor thick hair, but it's good enough for some loose braids. I didn't even know Atlas knew how to braid hair.

"We're leaving after lunch, so I decided," he tells me, looking back at his hands, or Allie's hair for that matter. "Vienna is in her room with Taco, watching some movie on my phone, in case you're looking for her."

I wasn't because I already knew that's where she's at, but I appreciate him telling me.

"Daddy?" Allie leans her head back to look up at her father. Then she holds up a hair tie with a butterfly glued to it. "We use the butterfly?"

"Sure, cheeseball." He takes the hair tie from her, gently pushes her head up straight again so he can wrap the hair tie around the ends of her hair. Then he takes a hair clip, obviously rocking yet another butterfly, this time a little bigger though, and clips it into her hair. "What do you think?"

Allie stands up, Atlas immediately holds her so she wouldn't accidentally fall off the counter.

She looks into the mirror, turning her head enough to figure out what the back looks like before she turns towards Atlas and falls into his arms. "I love it!" Allie kisses his cheek, only to go back to hugging him. "Thank you, daddy. I love you!"

"I love you too, cheeseball."

I think not only my ovaries, but also my heart just exploded. How dare that guy get hotter from just doing his daughter's hair?

"Mommy, look!" As Atlas put her back down onto the floor, she runs right towards me, showing off the braid that's not quite symmetrical, but surprisingly good anyway. "Daddy did my hair." Allie makes little twirls, fitting to the song playing in the background.

"It looks amazing," I tell her, just before she sprints right out of the bathroom, probably to find Vienna and show her as well. As my eyes meet my husbands, I can't help the chuckle from slipping out. "I see, you're into the Moana soundtrack now, huh?"

Atlas's head tilts to the side, just slightly enough to let me know he's about to say some rude words if I keep on mocking him with it. Just enough reasons to do so. "I think it's cute. I mean, a man like you needs to have some red flags, you know. Yours would be your love for disney songs."

He turns away from me, trying his hardest to hold back the bemused smile. He shouldn't have turned around. Because now I'm tempted to slap that ass of his. Actually, I might just—

"If you slap my ass, I will slap yours, sweetheart." How the fuck...?

I sigh. "Is that a promise?"

Atlas coughs, dropping the brush he held in his hands as he looks at me through the mirror. "I am not going to slap you, Sierra."

"Too bad." I shrug, then slap my palm to his ass. "I always knew I was wearing the pants in this household." I tap his butt a couple more times before he loses his patience and turns around to face me.

Atlas raises his eyebrows at me, then his eyes move down my body, smirking. "I'm pretty sure you're wearing a dress."

I look down at myself, humming in disagreement. "I was talking metaphorically here, Mr. Storm. Thought that's how our relationship was going. You bring in the money that I don't like spending, and I tell you what to do."