Days In (Parrish&Darius #2)

Epilogue

I don't understand why Parrish hates my long hair so much. Ever since we started dating he's gone to extreme methods to keep it short. And because I don't like haircuts and refuse to go to a barber shop, I mean really extreme methods.

He tried cutting it while I was asleep more than once. He stopped doing that though, because in one of those occasions there was bleeding involved, and in another one he cut it so uneven that I looked like a toddler that got a hold of a pair of scissors.

I want to say that I've overgrown that fear since then but I haven't.

"It's just a haircut! Come on, don't be like this." Parrish was currently attempting to literally drag me out of the house but I held onto the door frame for dear life.

"No! Let go! I don't want to!"

"Darius, you look like a hobo. The girls will be here at five, do you really want them to see you like this?" He finally let go of me, knowing that there was no way he could drag me all the way into the car.

"They've seen worse." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What about our cub? What kind of example do you think you're setting for him?" He huffed and pointed at Kody who was sitting on the couch, watching TV like we didn't exist.

"That consent is important. Isn't that right, Kody?"

"Mom, it's just a haircut, there's nothing to be afraid of." He said, with a bit of annoyance in his voice and without looking away from the tv.

Traitor.

Betrayed by my own cub. This was a monthly occurrence in the house, Kody couldn't care less. He was just waiting for us to finish our drama so he could get in the car because he also needed a haircut. The embarrassment was enough to make me stomp into the car without saying a word.

"I promise you'll like it. This one is not like the other." Parrish sat behind the wheel, with Kody following into the back seat.

"You said that the last five times..." I mumbled, pressing my forehead on the window. All the barbers are the same, they're all assholes. It's not like I move on purpose. The sound of the scissors makes me feel like I'm in danger. My body just reacts to it, I can't control that.

Parrish drove us to a barbershop that looked the same as all the others. Even with the stupid blue and white rolling sign outside. The same smell of rubbing alcohol and testosterone filling the air. It was monday, so at least the place wasn't packed to the brim with people.

"Okay, who's next?" A beta racoon turned to us. He had a bright smile on his face. He looked at me, probably because he's used to parents going first to show their kids there was nothing to be afraid of.

Too bad we're not one of those parents.

"Me." Kody jumped off the bench and grabbed the beta's hand. The beta looked taken aback for a second but he led Kody to the chair where he will be cutting his hair.

"What kind of haircut do you want?"

"I just want it out of my face please."

"Oh, okay?" The beta looked back at me and Parrish. I nodded while Parrish just giggled. The beta was done with Kody in less than five minutes. He turned to me and I immediately tensed.

I got up regardless and put on my big alpha pants to sit on the stupid chair to get my stupid haircut.

"Hey man, are you okay?" I nodded and looked down at my lap when he put the cape over me. "Don't like haircuts?"

"No, not really." I expected him to make a joke about it or scorn, but he didn't.

"What is it that you don't like? The alcohol, the clippers, the scissors? Being sprayed with water?" He asked, undoing the bun I had on my hair. It fell down to my shoulders. It felt weird to have it tickling my neck. I hadn't realized it was that long.