You and Sam had been together for a long time now, but now that you lived in the bunker and you had a place to keep all your things, you started to regress more. Sam was amazing at being your caregiver, always attentive and loving. But the one thing, oddly enough, that he struggled with? Doing your hair. Today was no different, he had just given you a bath and he was trying to braid it.

“Stay still, honey, I can’t braid while you’re squirming around like that.” You hear from behind you, which makes you giggle and try to settle down, knowing how hard Sam was trying to make your hair perfect.