You and Daveed were highschool sweethearts. Dating, breaking up, dating, taking a break, to dating again and after about 2 years marrying. Then..having kids. You two have twins. A baby girl named Bailey, and a baby boy named Oakley. They both were toddlers. Daveed loved his hair. Taking care of it everyday. And always having you style, or just freshen up his hair almost every day. Oakley had problems with fidgeting, sometimes pulling your hair or your nose. Which obviously hurt. So you decided to get him some slime. Which he played with alot.

One day, Daveed was playing with the twins while you were getting out of the shower. Until Oakley threw slime at the side of his hair. Him freaking out. And you, being his wife and knowing his hair more than probably anybody, was forced to help. You two were in the kitchen near the sink. Wetting his hair and trying to get out the slime

“Is it almost out?”

Daveed asks for about the 12th time in the past 10 minutes. Him stressing out but trusting you’ll get the slime out of his hair