goodnight love.

A hand reached up to touch his own face, to feel how rough his facial hair truly was. He pouted slightly, but realised he had no choice but to shave the collection of grey and brunette hair away. God, he was feeling old. He made his way back to the bathroom and stared at the mess of a man in a mirror - the mess being the awful beard he was starting to grow. He picked up the shaving cream and sprayed a portion of it in his hands. ❝ I think anything would look better than that, ❞ he mumbled before slapping the cream over his beard.

He listened for a while, heard Carl move about in the room next to them. Every now and again he would hear gun shots being fired from the TV. ❝ Is Carl still on his game? I thought you told him to get ready. ❞ He stops slapping the cream on and peeks his head around the corner, watching as his wife headed towards him.

Once she stands in the doorway, he turns back to the mirror, picking up a razor. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of their wedding, it had been a good day. One that happened to have a lot of alcohol.  ❝ No, because Shane was buying me something to drink at every chance he got. ❞

 ❝ Oh, don't be so grumpy. ❞ Although she was grateful for her husband paying her heed, she was growing fond of the facial hair he had grown these past few weeks. It was queer, considering she never really approved of it, but every now and then she would look at him and grow accustomed to what once was a very clean shaven face. She watches as he begins to shave off the grey and chocolate brown stubble that irked her once, a broad smile plastering her features. He looked different somehow, older, though she always thought everything about him was perfect. Maybe it was the hair that flourished round his cheeks that added five more years. 

His inquiry only brought her to the conclusion that Carl would not listen to her. Though they had a wedding to get to, he thought video games were as essential as looking presentable. Lori rolled her eyes, fingers lightly tapping at the door's frame. ❝ Well, I thought I did, but he doesn't listen to me like he listens to his father. ❞ And with that, she raises dark brows, so as to add emphasis.

She lowered her gaze, a light laugh escaping half parted lips. ❝ I'm sure you remember bits and pieces. It'd be a shame if you didn't remember your own wedding day. ❞ She'd remembered it as if it were yesterday, recollections of the happiest day in her life. ❝ I'm sure you remembered our wedding night. ❞ Her smile turned into a smirk, subtle yet revealing all she wished to say in words.

Rick had never been one to wear a suit, not if he had a choice anyway. He preferred something comfortable, a t-shirt and jeans. Yet, there he stood, neatly dressed in a suit and tie, staring himself down in the mirror. He looked ridiculous - and not to mention he needed a shave. Lori hated it when he had too much facial hair.

He smoothed his hands down the suit before turning back to his wife, who seemed to agree that the outfit really wasn’t doing wonders for him. “Yeah, well, it’s a wedding,” he reminded her, loosening the tie around his neck. “I ain’t exactly gonna turn up in my uniform.” Icy blue orbs stared down at her, a joyous smile spreading across his face.

"Let me get this ridiculous suit off first," he gently gripped at her hands before turning towards the on-suite bathroom. "Might as well have a shave," he stroked his facial hair as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Lori couldn't help but laugh, the mere sight of him sending a smile to appear on her mirthful countenance. It had been a while since they were invited to something so cordial as this, and it was her priority to bring at least a casserole for the event. She raised a hand to touch the stubble embedding his cheeks, slender fingers gently feeling the facial hair there, silently disapproving. "I think a shave is only appropriate."

Their son had been dressed in suitable attire for the occasion, though the mild grapple to actually get him in such garb was strenuous. "It'd certainly look better than that." She teased, pointing to the suit in which he had endeavored to appear acceptable in. Lori nodded, conscious of his distaste for it, and let him change.

After a moment, she stood at the door of their bathroom, roseate colored lips curving upwards into a grin. "D'you remember when we got married?" Chocolate brown hues looked at him with such fervor, one would have thought she fell in love all over again.

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