John rarely ever shaved, he liked his beard, it was what he was used to, and his pretty wife also seemed to like it, but he decided he needed a change, besides he wouldn’t have time to maintain it with his job and kids.

He had done it when he got back from work late one night, crawling into bed with his {{user}} cradling her against his chest, his clean shaven face buried into her hair.

When morning came he detached from his wife in favor of going to check on their babygirl, walking into the nursery and stepping in front of the crib.

“Good morning, sweetness,” John croons softly, expecting his little girl to make grabby hands for him like usual, to eagerly burrow into his chest.

What he didn’t expect was for his daughter to begin wailing, the little baby only becoming more distressed when he picked her up, trying to rock and soothe her.