Reteach Me | Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter Six | Free as my Hair

Griffin's hair grew like weeds on top of his head over the next four years. You had it cut when he was a year and a half as his hair literally covered his eyes and dangled down past the bridge of his nose. After you had it cut it still grew at a quick pace, just slightly slower than before. By the time he was nearly five years old you were ready to cut it again, but there was a little issue.

Griffin sat screaming on the floor in between your knees, he covered his messy mop of shoulder length jet black hair with his arms and was pleading with you not to cut it. "Griff, come on. Mama needs to cut it down. It's almost winter time, you'll be too hot with your hair that long." You looked down sadly at your handsome son, although he mirrored your facial features mostly you couldn't deny that he definitely retained his father's hair. He even liked it at the length Kylo kept his hair, he was his father's son even through something as minuscule as hair preferences.

Griffin collapsed on his belly, rolled over onto his back and kicked himself away from you. It seemed as if he would rather lose his own life than let you take those scissors to his head. You didn't remember him giving you this hard of a time last time you cut his hair, he was still a baby then so all he did was wiggle around too much. This was just over the top.

"Please Griffin? Just an inch. Just this much is all I want to cut off." You held your thumb as pointer finger about an inch apart, thinking maybe if he saw how much you were talking about he'd be content. But no, he shook his head and threw himself to the floor once more, throwing one of the biggest temper tantrums you had ever seen. You were at a loss, what were you supposed to do in this situation? You had always followed through with your actions with Griffin; when you told him to eat his broccoli or he'd be getting no dessert you made sure no cake or cookies or ice cream made it into his mouth before his broccoli did. When you told him he had to do his preschool homework before he could play on his bike you didn't let him get up before his pictures were colored.

But this? How could you cut his hair with him being so upset? You were afraid of cutting one of his ears, or his scalp, or god forbid poking his eye out when you cut his bangs. Maybe the best idea would be just to call it quits, try again another day or maybe take him to the barber on the base. This was a job that you could not handle.

Until Finn strode in. Finn had spent his day off with his friend Poe out in the town, he told you he'd be back by the end of the day for dinner. You didn't mind, you knew Finn needed time with his friends and you enjoyed having one on one time with Griffin. Except for today, since he would swear that you were killing him. "What's going on in here?" You looked up at Finn, a silent look that screamed 'help me please!'

"Daddy!" Griffin shouted, stumbling onto his feet and running at Finn at full speed. "You giving your mommy a hard time, Griff man?" By now Griffin had stopped crying, content with just laying near lifeless in Finn's arms. "No. Mama wants to cut my hair!" Griffin pulled at his black locs, defensive once again over his hair. You sighed, stood and set the scissors down on top of the TV where Griffin couldn't get to them. Daddy was always the one that got Griffin out of trouble. He would reason with Griffin, tell him he could have one bite of his ice cream and he could have the rest after he finished his broccoli, or tell him he could play outside for five minutes and then come back in and do his homework. It drove you insane, but what could you do? Griffin was not biologically Finn's son, but what did it matter? They both loved each other like any regular father and son would.

This time, their interactions were a tad bit different. "Son, I think you should let mommy cut your hair. You don't want to look like Kylo Ren do you?" The look of shock that grew on Griffin's face almost made you laugh. "No Kylo Ren! I hate Kylo Ren!" Griffin started to pound his fist against Finn in his small act of rage, to which Finn smiled at him. "Well, you better let your mommy cut your hair then. Someone might mistake you for Kylo Ren if you let your hair grow like his. You wouldn't want that, would you?"