Calum:
"Cal, I'm home!" You stopped in track in confuse by the sudden rejection of nobody answering to your yell. You placed your keys on top of the counter in the kitchen along with your leather jacket before you looked into the kitchen confused. Calum had of course left a massive mess of leftover pizzas, toys and blankets from when he and your son have had a chill Friday. Calum always had days off at Fridays which meant your son wouldn't have to go to kindergarten and hang out with his dad instead. You heard faint giggles coming from upstairs so you hurried up the stairs and stopped by the bathroom door where the sounds came from inside. Opening the door quietly you smiled in joy by the sight in front of you. Your son was standing on a chair next to Cal, the both of them having shaving cream all over their faces, Calum using a real razor while your son used one of his toy ones. "What's going on here?" You asked and opened the door fully, both their eyes adverting towards you and your son broke into a smile. "Hi mommy! Daddy is teaching me how to shave!" He said excited and looked back at the mirror in concentration. "You sure are lucky, huh?" You asked and moved some of the shaving cream away from his ear. "But dad, when will I get real stubble like you?" He asked and looked up with his same identical dark brown eyes like his father's. "Well normally it starts around the age of 15-16." Calum responded and ruffled his hair. "So you've got a few years to catch up with." "Unless you're like your dad and won't grow a stubble before you're 20+." You commented from behind and Calum looked at you with daring eyes. "Bud, do you remember what I told you to do if mommy was gonna get naughty?" Your son looked over at you with the same identical expression like his dad and he ran his finger down his chin to collect some of the cream that was and waited for Calum's queue with a smirk. "Get her!" Calum shouted and you hurried out of the room in surprise, having the two of you hunting you to cover you up with shaving cream.
Michael:
"Aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?" Michael asked while looking into the mirror reflection, half of his face covered in shaving cream while the other half was clean, his before dark stubble totally gone now. "What do you mean?" You asked and looked up from working the razor up and down the skin of your right leg, and Michael turned around as well to look at you fully. "I mean, you're so close to your knees and ankles with the razor. Aren't you afraid to cut yourself?" You chuckled by his question and shook your head. "You should be the one to be afraid. You're the one shaving in your face where scars are so easy to appear. When you've been doing this for so many years you learn how to not cut yourself. Of course it happens at times but it's just a small scratch with a little amount of blood. Doesn't even hurt." You explained and Michael nodded his head understanding, taking a seat next to you on the seating area of the bathtub and looked down to see you work. "Is it exciting?" You asked without looking at him and he nodded his head agreeing. "It looks so cool, actually. Can I try?" You moved your hair away from your face to look up at him and lifted an eyebrow. "Seriously?" Michael nodded his head with a small shy smile and you giggled slightly by his suggestion and moved the razer down in the water to clean it up. "Do you know how to do it?" You asked and gave him the razor. "Yeah we once shared Ashton's legs in a bet. He bleed at least four times so that's the reason why I'm nervous when you do it." Your eyes widened by his words and looked down at him while he moved the razor up and down your leg. "I'll tell you the story another time. Well this was easy." He added when he ran the razor up your leg and you giggled by his reaction. "You should make yourself done as well so I can kiss you." You chuckled and moved some of the shaving cream away from his face, placing some of it on his nose and kissed his free cheek afterwards.
