“You think I don’t? In the end it will be her choice, though.” she stared at him as she washed her body down with a handful of body wash. “Olivier, this is no different than when you told Max if he wants to wear green nail polish he should.”
“I wish I had a photo of you with curly hair,” he muttered, hating to admit she was right.
“There are a bunch of them.”
“Where?” immediately he was wanting to see them.
“I stopped treating my hair when I was pregnant and for the first year after when I was nursing. I read somewhere there was risk with the chemicals. I didn’t want to take chances, so I let the beast of my hair go crazy. I wore my hair up a lot, in buns or braids because I was hot all the damn time but there are a quite a few.” She stepped forward as he shut the water off and held o
