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A pretty loud scream came from the bathroom. That was definitely not good! What could possibly be in the bathroom that scared Connie so much? She wasn’t afraid of insects, their house had some pretty good security and small imperfections wouldn’t scare anyone that much, even someone like Connie.
Steven rushed over to the bathroom ready for whatever could have been in there. Maybe those horrible gem experiments were still around and somehow found them?
All he saw was her hunched over the sink, shaking just slightly. There wasn’t anything or anyone else in there with them.
“What happened?”
She looked up, not at him, though but at the mirror, “That!” She cried.
Steven raised a brow as he walked up behind her, “The mirror?” He asked.
“My reflection! My hair!”
He tilted his head over to the side, trying to get a better picture, “Sure it’s a bit messy, but you just woke up that’s normal.” He shrugged, picking up the hairbrush they kept on a little counter besides the sink.
“No!” She groaned, pointing at a specific part of the mirror, “It’s grey! I’m going grey! I’m old!”
He couldn’t help but burst out laughing, seeing the icy glare in the mirror got him to stop pretty quickly, though, deciding to hide behind her and begin brushing her hair, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“And how old do people usually live up to?”
“Eighty…”
“And you have an amazing, magical husband who can cure you from any diseases, so you’ll probably live a lot longer,” he looked back over to the mirror, seeing a small smile appear on her lips, “besides, grey hairs can mean other things.”
“I guess…” she muttered, “work is kinda stressful.”
“See? You're not old at all, you just have a very demanding job,” he smiled, deciding to style her hair as they kept talking, “what’s going on?”
“I’m leading a team,” she let out a long breath before murmuring, “and my team is full of idiots.”
“They can’t be that bad.”
“It’s like they’ve never been taught anything political!” She cried, “I don’t think they even know who the President is and these people supposedly have been in the industry for years!”
That was a bit of a stretch, but venting out her frustrations were always helpful! He let her rant about how awful that team was and how she had to explain every ‘basic’ fact about politics. Knowing it was best to just let her talk, Steven nodded along to show he was paying attention to what she was saying. He was, technically, but just because he was paying attention didn’t mean he understood.
When she had ran out of things to say, she sucked in a few deep breaths before looking at herself again in the mirror. Steven had styled her hair in a similar way she used to as a kid; pulling two small parts of it back tied up with a little, squared turquoise clip at the back. He rested his chin on her shoulder before smiling, “Feeling better?”
She stared at the thin, grey streak on her hair before looking over to smile back at him, “Much,” she pushed his head off of her gently before turning to face him, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She loosely placed her arms around his neck, “No matter how old I get?” She chuckled.
“No matter how old you get.” He smiled, gently placing his hands onto her hips.
She returned the smile, slowly leaning in before he quickly moved his head to the side, removing one of his hands to reach into a little jar and pull out the blue toothbrush there.
“Oh, come on.” She tried to sound disappointed, but couldn’t help laughing, taking it as he handed it to her and pulled out the pink one a second later.
“It’s gross.”