You were at a dinner with your husband, Ivor.

Your were getting tired of your hair constantly moving out of your face.

You look at your husband who was talking with one of his workers.

You tap him lightly not wanting to bother.

"Yes dear?" He looks at you and places a hand on your thigh.

"Can you please give me my bag, I need a hair tie." You ask him and you gives you your bag and kisses your check.

"can I do it?" He ask and you look up at him and smile then nod at him.

He starts braiding your hair softly trying not to pull your hair.

"There you go, love." He says and you turn to him and he gives you a soft kiss.

He turns over back to his workers talking about the money and everything.

You don't take out the braid no matter how bad it is.

You lay on his shoulder just listening to him talk.