Happy Valentine’s Week from the Waterworld Mermaids!!!
Here in our lovely mermaid lagoon, we are all abuzz with the holiday of love. And because we’re in such a happy mood, we wanted to share some stories and memories from mermaid-pasts. Best of all, we’re celebrating all week long! We hope you enjoy!
Love can be messy. It’s not always presented to us neatly, wrapped all pretty with a cute little bow on top. But there are those people, and those precious moments, that remind us it’s all worth it….
She’d been cutting his hair for years. Well, not all the years – there was the time she’d put a ten dollar bill in his hand and, at his look of surprise, said, “It’s a gift. You’re going out.” Then deflated his pleasure when she added, “For a haircut.” But that was long ago. After so many years together, things were different. No more surprises in this marriage.
Now she cut it again. Every few weeks, she would notice the sparse hair on the top of his head resembled dandelion fluff. He was an easy man to please, and shorter was better. They’d gotten used to the occasional fumbles, the one spot that got away every time and spoiled the symmetry. His hair was too fine for a perfect haircut, and his simple gratitude for any style that didn’t include a comb-over was sufficient.
They worked well together. She got out the sheet and kicked aside the bathroom rugs. He retrieved a kitchen chair and shed his flannel shirt. They understood the need for cooperation. Things worked better that way.
The clipper (bought for their son’s first haircut long ago) ran up the back of his head, the hairs making a pleasant brrrrrr asthey succumbed to the blade’s vibration. The fluff fell against her hand, tickling at her fingers. It cascaded down across his shoulders, a mix of dark and gray hairs. Gone. The curls she’d played with, the widow’s peak. What was left?
“Your hair still grows fast. It’s long enough in the back to curl a little.” Brrrrrrr.
“There’s not enough to let it be long. Shorter is better.”
“Hmmm. Tip your head?” She pressed a hand against his temple and felt its warmth under her fingertips. His head angled to one side as he waited for her to carve the outline around his ear. Don’t knick the ear. She coached herself through the steps. Back. Change. Front.
Especially since she loved that ear. The pretty shell, so neatly formed, delicate in contrast to the musculature of the man. Not as pretty now, with the lobe gone fleshy. Still…
She bent, her hands braced against his shoulder, and kissed the ear. He flinched under the sheeting, surprised. She’d broken the pattern. Awkward, having to crouch, but her lips found the tip and pressed against it again.
She stood again, met his eyes in the mirror. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” He couldn’t move, his body shrouded in a twin-size sheet. She could, though, and bent to kiss his lips. A good match. All these years, and she was surprised that she still believed in the us they’d become. “She chose wisely,” she joked against his lips.
She felt his mouth curve under hers. “He got lucky.”
She laughed and set the clipper down, picked up the brush to flick the stray bits from his neck and face. “We could both get lucky if you help me clean this up.”
He pushed against the twin sheet as she unwound it, scrubbed his hands against his face and down his neck. Then he stood to wrap her in his arms. Warm, firm, strong. His hands found the muscles in her back that were too-often tight and soothed them.
“Thanks.” His lips still had the power to send a spiral down into her tummy. He lifted his head. “Pizza for dinner?”
“Me.” His hand trailed down her side and tickled under the hem of her shirt. A promise. “I’ll get the broom.”
She knew she would find the one spot on his head that had escaped her. At some point in the evening, she would run her hand across the crown of his head and find the baby-fine patch that had hidden. Unruly. Disobedient. Sooner or later, she would have to deal with it.
Later on, she found it. “There it is.” Their feet were tangled in the blankets, their hands still exploring.
“Oh.” His eyes were lazy now, but amused. “You found the spot?”
“It got away from me.” She nudged the puff of hair. “I’ll have to get the scissors out.”
He slipped his hands under her and kissed her again. “Do it later.”
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