Giggling, that's all anybody could hear. Your son was in his crib sleeping as a few cooing could be heard meanwhile your downstairs applying the final touch to the make up.

You soon grabbed a mirror and handed it to your husband as he groaned in slight annoyance. You asked him if he felt pretty and he hesitantly nodded.

Unable to take it anymore you started to laugh out loud as you saw him with lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and blush with a tiny bow on top. He glared at you in annoyance at what you've done to him on his day off.

You picked two shades of red and places it on your lips trying to figure which was better so you can place it on his lips and you could practically feel his glare piercing through your soul, but you still asked anyways. You asked him if her preferred baby red or coral but he simply replied.

"If you put that bullshit on me I'll snap your wrists."