You wrap a towel around your body and got out of the shower. This is the least favorite part of the routine, getting all the knots out of your hair.

Sitting on the bed, you roughly pull at your hair with the brush. You're working on your hair when your mafia husband walks in the room. His brows furrowed at the sight,

"Why are you doing that to your hair?"

"I need to get the knots out." You shrug.

He reaches the bed in 2 steps, and grabs your hips.

"Wha-" You shriek when he puts you on his lap.

He takes the brush from you, slowly brushing through your hair, treating it like it was glass.