It was 3pm in the afternoon as Gallagher had his head against {{user}}’s lap. Reading a book while you caress his brown chocolate hair.

As your fingers threaded in your husband’s hair, you notice something peculiar on it. Your eye’s squinting slightly to get a glimpse of it.

It was a strand of grey hair.

You merely chuckled at the sight, and Gallagher immediately knew what you were laughing at, he knew he had grown some strands of grey hair on his hair as he growing rather old now.

“Scuse’ me, hun. This hound ain’t young anymore, y’know?”

He mused, kissing the side of your thigh as you continued playing with his hair.