There's No Way

Haircuts & Rooftops

[Camila's POV]

"I need a haircut," Shawn said as he tousled his curls in the mirror. Hazel had just turned 3 months old yesterday and the excitement and busy-ness of adjusting to life as new parents had meant not getting his hair cut since the day she was born.

"I mean I personally like the long hair on you..." I walked up beside him and ran my fingers through his hair as he let out a content hum. "...but if you'd like I can cut your hair for you." Shawn cocked his head and raised is eyebrow in question.

"Since when do you know how to cut hair?"

"I don't," I admitted. "But I could try!" He chuckled and shook his head.

"Your desire to learn new things inspires me." He leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss. "If you want to try cutting my hair, you can. I trust you."

"Perfect! You should wash it first though," I said as I continued running my fingers through his curls, gently scratching his scalp.

"Mmm...only if you join me." I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and pretended to think about it for a minute before excitedly nodding and following him into the shower. As soon as it was safe for us to start having sex again, we were. I'd be lying if I said the first few times having sex post-baby weren't a little painful, but he was extremely gentle, careful, slow and attentive and once the stinging pain had subsided we fell back into our rhythm, no pun intended. Still, finding time to have sex as new parents was difficult—so we were sure to take advantage of the time she spent napping. Considering our height difference, shower sex wasn't ideal but we took what we could get.

After our steamy rendezvous, I got dressed and Shawn pulled on a pair of underwear so his clothes didn't get ruined with hair clippings. He grabbed a chair and brought it into the bathroom, setting it right in front of the mirror before getting out the scissors and clippers that he kept handy. He let out a nervous laugh when he noticed that I was watching a how-to video on YouTube right before I was about to cut his hair.

"Change your mind?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Nah, it's just hair. Besides, if you colossally fuck it up somehow I'll just go get it fixed." I smiled and began snipping at a few pieces with the scissors. I was too scared of messing it up and making a huge mistake to pick up the electric clippers, so scissors would have to do. Piece by piece, I picked up a strand of his hair and snipped off the ends—pulling the pieces through my fingers to make sure they were all even and snipping off the longer ends. Once I felt like my masterpiece was complete, I put the scissors down and ran my fingers through his damp curls, tousling and styling them exactly how I liked.

"Perfection," I said as I looked at him in the mirror, wrapping my arms around his neck from behind. He smiled and combed his fingers through his hair, nodding in agreement.

"I agree. You did a pretty damn good job for your first time cutting hair." I smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

"I wasn't talking about your hair, but yeah—that looks perfect too." He blushed and smiled shyly before turning around and pulling me onto his lap.

"We're both pretty hot, huh?"

"So hot..." I laughed.

"Are we still on for our date tonight?" My smile fell slightly and so did his when he noticed. "We don't have to..." he said sadly.

"I'm sorry, baby. I want to...I want to so bad. I just didn't think I would have this hard of a time leaving her with someone else."

"We're leaving her with both of our moms, Mila. They took care of us when we were babies, I'm sure they'll do just fine with her." He was right. I knew he was right. Still a part of me felt weird leaving her alone with anybody but me or Shawn. I knew I'd have to woman up and let someone else watch her eventually, might as well be now when both of our moms were in town. I took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss his cheek.