“can I have some?”
he stares at the little boy through the mirror. wide eyes on brendon. interest piqued as he stares at dad apply gel to his hair. it’s too early for him to be up. brendon thinks. despite the boy being up pretty early any other day.
you weren’t even up. still sleeping in bed, an empty spot next to you from where your son had been.
“s’early little man, why you up?” brendon asks instead, still staring at the boy through the reflection. not intentionally ignoring his sons request from a few moments ago.
tiny feet pad up to him before he feels a small grip to his scrubs. finishing applying the product to his hair, brendon looks down.
the kids eyes now level with the bathroom sink, barely able to peer over the top even when standing on his tippy toes. it has brendon smiling softly at the attempt.
“can I?” his son asks again, finger pointing to the gel. his other hand grasping onto brendon still. he looks up at dad. he has your eye shape, but his irises are much like the taller of the parks.
brendon lifts him easily before setting him on the sink.
“you won’t like it, man.” brendon says lowly as he turns his son around to face the mirror. he himself doesn’t even like it.
his little boy leans back into him. “y’don’t know that.” brendons eyebrow quirks at the quip. smirking as shakes his head. the kid is too much like you.
“okay.” brendon nods, grabbing the gel. applying a small amount to his fingers before gently running it over his sons hair who closes his eyes instinctively at the feeling. brendon smiles softly again.
“why you gel your hair?”
“it’s for work.”
“why?”
brendon shrugs. his sons eyes still shut so he asks dad again when he doesn’t hear an answer.
“ ‘they make you?”
“no they don’t make me.”
it’s continues until brendon is finished. finger rubbing the last of it as he leans down.
“how’s that?” he asks.
his son opens his eyes to take a look. and smiles big. small arms extend out and grasp onto his dads head as much as he can from where he sits. brendon turning to press a kiss to his temple. “let’s get you back to mom.”
and when you wake up a couple hours later with your son, your eyes narrow at the difference in his hair. taking a picture and sending it to your husband with a “?” mark.
