You awoke at the dawn of morning with the bright light peeking through the curtains and hitting the delicate flesh of your face. You felt a strong, familiar arm slung across your waist protectively as the person behind you slept peacefully. With a content sigh you rolled over and kissed the tip of his nose to awaken him. He immediately awoke, seemingly a bit surprised, but once he saw your face the blonde relaxed and stared lovingly into your eyes with a small smile plastered upon his adorably sexy face. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of your nose as well and you giggled happily.
"Mornin' babe~." he greeted, sitting up and allowing the thin white sheets to slide down his well-toned pectoral and abdominal.
A light pink blush dusted your soft cheeks as you sat up as well, "Goooood morning~."
Alfred began looking at you strangely, like he was concentrating on something. He seemed to have his gaze fixated on your hair.
"What? Bed-head?" you asked, trying to pat your hair down a tiny bit.
"No," he paused, "Well yeah, but.... That's not it..."
"Then what?" you wondered, letting your arms fall down to your sides again as you sat on the cushiony bed with your favorite American.
"You've got a little..." he reached up to the top of your head and tugged a small lock of your hair gently, "Cowlick..."
Really? Hm... You must have slept weird or something.... But that was the least of your concern... Alfred seemed a little... Different. He seemed more tame and reserved than usual. Suddenly he turned away and began trembling.
"A-Alfred, what's wrong?" you asked urgently.
"Alfred?" you tried again, but yet to no avail.
"Alfred?!" you placed a hand on his shoulder.
Suddenly he turned around and glomped you like you've never been glomped before and yelled, "OHMYGOD!! YOU LOOK SO CUTE WITH YOUR LITTLE COWLICK!!!!!! IT'S JUST LIKE MINEEE!!"
"Whaaaah!" you squealed, being knocked off the bed by your loud American fiance.
Theeeeeeeeerrrrrreee we go~! We got our little Alfie back~!
After his love-attack on you, the morning went on just like any other. You and Alfred took a soothing shower together under the warmth of the water and each other's body-heat and just talked about stuff. Today, he insisted on washing your hair, because you did it to him last time.
When you both got out of the shower you helped him towel dry his hair and he got dressed. He left the bathroom before you because he was generally faster than you at getting ready for the day to come, but that was normal. He had gotten dressed in his usual T-shirt, blue jeans and bomber jacket.
As you dried your hair with the hair-dryer, you began thinking about the guest list to your guys' wedding. Your parents(obviously), (BEST friend's name) HAS to come, as well as (list all of your other closest friends, family members and then some).
You began getting dressed and continued thinking. So, that still leaves about 60 spaces open for Alfred's friends and family.... which will hopefully be enough, seeing as how your lover just looooooved to have monstrous parties. Oh well, you'd make room.
Finally you opened the bathroom door to see him standing in front of the door.
"Nooooo, no, no, no, no, no, this has to be fixed~." he cut you off and began pushing you back into the bathroom as he walked in as well, you verbally questioning him all the way.
When he shut the bathroom door, you sat down on the side of the tub and laughed, "Alfred, what's gotten into you?"
"Your hair isn't riiiight~." he whined, pulling out the curling iron and turning it on.
".... It's not?" you tilted your head to the side, your hair bouncing slightly.
"You're missing Nantucket~." he said with a whiny baby voice again.
"Nantucket??" you giggled.
"Yup!" he pointed to his adorable, stubborn cowlick.
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Alfie." you laughed.
"You had one this morning~." he whined yet again, "And now it's gone~. And you looked soooo adorable~!"
"Aaaand..... That's why you're trapping me in the bathroom?" you questioned.
"I need to fix it." he stated matter-of-factly.
You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled.
"Oh! It's done heating up~!" he said and took the curling iron in his strong hands.
You sat perfectly still as he took the small amount of shorter hair and curled it up into a crescent moon shape just like his. When he finished he sang, "Done~!" and pulled you up so you could look in the mirror.
It looked EXACTLY like his, it was almost scary... although his was natural... but you had to admit.... you did look pretty cute with it.
You giggled, "Now we match~!"
And ever since then he hasn't let you leave the bathroom without your cowlick.....
And he even did your hair like that on your wedding day.