"What part of 'you could never look bad' don't you understand?" she asked, giving his shoulder a squeeze before lifting the scissors. "I could accidentally make you bald, you're still going to be the best looking man in Lawrence."
She giggled at the little flop of his hair, as if it was defying her efforts. That was clearly the piece she was going to start with first. That's what it got for being so rude and stubborn. Once she made the first little 'snip', it was easier. She simply had to get over the fear of ruining her husband's hair for all eternity was all. Even if she did mess up, she meant what she'd said. It would take more than a poor haircut to make him less than handsome. His hair wasn't what made him, after all. So she settled into a routine, letting her fingers run through the ends, snipping, measuring, and repeating. It was simple, but comforting. Just time alone with him, quiet time for the two of them and a gesture that was so minor but so perfect.