Dutch was laying on the cot, staring at you intently as you did your hair. Your hair was so long he had no idea how you managed to maintain it.

“I have no idea how you have the patience to do your hair every morning.” Dutch yawned, finally getting up to stand behind you.

His large hands were on your shoulders, staring at you in the mirror. He was only in his maroon union suit and you were still in your gown. “Just come back to bed?” He asked softly, though he knew you both had to get up.