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*parent gazes in horror at what a little 3 year old did* for daddy Rowan!

Rowan was exhausted, but Aelin deserved a night out with the girls. He had ordered pizza and they’d watched Frozen...and Frozen 2. By the time the second movie was done, Rowan was out, and it wasn’t until the credits rolled down the screen that Rowan was opening his eyes.

To find his three-year-old nowhere in sight. Stretching, he sat up and looked around. He was completely, utterly alone, no one but Fleetfoot lying on the rug a few feet ahead.

The panic began to rise from the pit of Rowan’s stomach. “Ana?!”

Analiese's little voice came from down the hall, “Potty, daddy!”

All the breath left Rowan at once, and he quickly rose to his feet and padded down the hall. The light was pouring into the hallway from the bathroom, where his toddler claimed she was. Rowan came around the corner as he said, “Hey, babe- Oh, shit!”

Analiese froze, the scissors a few inches away from her hair, now, but a large chunk had already been removed. Her little smile had faded, and her lip began to wobble. “Daddy no think me pretty?”

Rowan was conflicted. He tried not to stare in horror at the sight before him, although he was fairly certain he was failing. Running a frustrated hand through his silvery hair, he strolled into the room, took the scissors and set them down on the vanity, then took his three-year-old into his arms. “Of course I think you’re pretty, Ana, you’re beautiful.”

His voice broke on the last word as he took the short, golden strands into his fingers. One half of her hair was still long, far past her shoulders, while a good fourth of her hair, on the right side, was cut up to her ear, choppily. She was beautiful, looked just like her mother. Her mother...who would be kicking Rowan’s ass the minute she got home.

“I played haircut,” she said, proudly.

“I see,” Rowan said, because it was all he could think to say that wasn’t a word a three-year-old should not be hearing. Meanwhile, on the inside, all Rowan could think of was, Aelin is going to kill me. Mama is going to kill me. This is the last night I’m going to live. Aelin’s going to set me on fire with her eyes.

“Alright, Ana,” Rowan said, setting her on the edge of the vanity. She kicked her bare feet, her Elsa costume swaying. “We can’t play with scissors, okay? Scissors are for paper, alright?”

She cocked her little head. “Why?”

“Because it’s not safe,” he said. And because three-ear-olds are not meant to give themselves haircuts.

“Fine,” she muttered, crossing her little arms, looking so much like her mother that Rowan’s heart ached.

“Alright,” Rowan breathed, again, taking the scissors into his hand. “Erm - daddy is going to even it all out, okay?”

Analiese nodded and smiled. “Yay! Spa day with daddy!”

“Yay!” Rowan said, although it lacked just a little bit of excitement.

Aelin’s going to kill me.

With a shaky hand, Rowan took the scissors to Ana’s hair and slowly chopped it all off. It was hard, to say the least, to watch that beautiful golden hair fall to the floor in such a circumstance. She had never gotten a haircut before. They had loved that golden hair too much.

And now, it was all gone.

When he was done, Rowan stepped back to admire his work.

It was awful. He definitely made the right choice when going into business instead of cosmetology.

He’d call in the morning to make an appointment with Aelin’s hairstylist.

You know, if he wasn’t dead before then.

But, Ana was looking in the mirror, green eyes wide. “Daddy! Me Pretty!”

Rowan chuckled, his nerves fading at that simple statement. “Yes, baby, you are. Beautiful.”

The most beautiful little girl in the world, if Rowan could say so himself.

“I can’t wait to show mama!”

Rowan’s smile faltered.

He could.

He could definitely wait to show mama.

In fact, it was getting quite late and Aelin would be home soon. “It’s time for bed, my love. Come on. Pajamas.”

Analiese frowned but didn’t protest as she jumped off the counter into Rowan’s arms. He carried her up the stairs and down the hall, into her lavender bedroom. After changing from her Elsa costume to her Elsa pajamas, she was lying in bed. After reading her a story about a princess who slew a dragon, Rowan kissed her forehead and told her goodnight.

The moment he shut her door behind him, he was groaning, his face in his hands. He swore he had only fallen asleep for a few minutes, but even that was a mistake, apparently. Hopefully, Aelin wouldn’t be too mad...

Although Rowan had a feeling his ass was going to get kicked on an ungodly level.

At least he’d put Ana to bed before she got home. She would be home any minute, of course, but she couldn’t yell at him when their toddler was sleeping.

....Right?

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