Babying my wife (her only wish)

Me and my wife, Lilian, have been married for a good while now. She is a fantastic woman and an incredible wife. She works from home but takes it easy on the weekends: her version of easy.

We have made up a system of time management for our little household. Work is for the weekdays and rest or play is reserved for the weekends and the late evenings (if possible). I agreed to the terms and she did also and we never have strayed from the agreement ever.

Now, my wife and I also decided on family meal-eating times which we try to have every week or so. She makes good food. I think myself makes a mean risotto. At one of these meal-times, my wife asks me a question.

”Honey”,she starts,”I have been going online for the last few days and been reading and watching things”

”What kinds of things?”

She bit her lip and her cheeks turned a lush pink. A pause followed her expression. Her feelings were too much to bear.

”I want to be treated like an infant”,she blurted out,”I have felt so stressed out and want to be a baby on the weekends”

”You want to be coddled?”I asked, not getting her lingo,”Or do you want me to be gentler with you on the weekends or.. ?”

”I literally want to be treated as if I was literally four years old”,she explained her meaning,”I want you to take care of me like I was your toddler”

”Ok”,I said,”How is this going to look like?”

”Well”,my girl smiled proudly and mischievously,”Over the week, I have bought myself some things, things that a baby would wear and need. I think this is going to be for me, I really do”

The idea was odd but I wasn’t put off by the thought of my wife doing something like this. In the coming weeks, on the weekend, my wife started to wear a bright pink, onesie, some pink slippers, comfy socks, a heavy-duty diaper, and a very frilly, pink bonnet. She looked pretty in her outfit and I told her so many times.

This whole role-play was realistic. My wife would be curious and wide-eyed, she ate baby-food and drank from a bottle, she cried over spilled milk and naughty things she did, and went in her diaper instead of the bathroom. When she soiled herself, I would take her into the bathroom and clean her up. The dirty diaper was thrown away and I used a wipe to sanitize the affected areas.

All in all, my wife was a good actor and a good girl. She and I did this routine a lot. Her mood on the weekdays did positively increase. I loved her more due to, I think, the plan.

There came another family-time meal. I was cooking this time and made some mean rice and spaghetti sauce course. She had finished setting the table and wandered into the kitchen to accompany me and just talk.

”Hi, honey”,she said with a twinkle in her eye. I sensed something but couldn’t put a finger on it so just replied,”Hey, what’s up?”

”I’ve been thinking”,the familiar words came out of her mouth,”Of shaving my head”

”Oh, alright”,I sort of sighed with relief,”You’ll look just as beautiful either with or without hair. I won’t love you any less. Are you going to make an appointment or go somewhere?..”

”Well, no”,she trailed off like she had more to say about the subject,”I want you to do it, on the weekend, when I’m your baby. I want you to do it when I don’t want to”

I looked at her, confused,”I’m sorry but I don’t follow?”

”I want you to shave my head, even when I cry and beg”

My spirit went back where it shouldn’t have returned. The ultimate power people around me felt and that I have felt. Many years of hard work have taken me out of that dark place. It felt like my girl, my everything, wanted me to forget about accountability and do what I wanted with her: treat her like a play-thing. It was a lot to think about so I said,”I need time to think about it?”

She nodded and went back to the dining room. We sat down at the table and ate a good meal like normal. She seemed to be playfully nudging me with the way that she was mentally looking at me, knowing that I would make the right choice.

”(sigh), I’ll do it”,I said reluctantly.

”Oh, honey!”she stretched out her arms for a big hug,”You are the best..”

”But”,I stopped real quick,”I’m going to do this my way. Alright?”

My wife agreed and a plan was set. On the weekend, I gathered my things in the kitchen. The sunlight bathed me and felt so warm. I wanted to go to the sun when I was young: escape my problems. I learned on the wooden chair that I had set out and breathed. All the memories came back but I put them away with a gulp.

Then, I began to walk back to my wife’s bedroom. We had made a “play-room” for her to use when she was my psdo-toddler a few weeks back. I found her finger-painting on a child’s canvas. Her sloppy-strokes looked so crude but creative: the reason I married her. I came up behind her and stood and said,”Come on, honey. Let’s get your hair cut”

”No thanks”,she said, in character,”I don’t want a haircut”

”I know you don’t”,I said sympathetically,”But, your hair has gotten way too long. It needs to be cut”

”No thank you”,she repeated,”I like my hair like this”

I got down to her level and said a bit sternly,”Hey, look at me”

She refused to look and continued to paint. How could I do this? Was I about to do this?

”Hey”,I knocked on her shoulder,”Look at me”

nothing.

I then grabbed her chin. She pulled away. I grabbed her chin harder. She pulled away. I then grabbed her chin tighter.

”Stop!”

”Hey”,I said with power in my voice,”Look at me”

She struggled to get away. The tears came streaming down. My conscience was screaming at me.

”Why are you doing this to me, papa?”she asked,”You’re hurting me”

I did nothing but kept a firm grip as she flailed and cried. Time went by and I waited until she stopped struggling. I looked at her and she at me.

”I didn’t mean to hurt you”,I said, trying not to cry,”I’m sorry. How about we just sit and talk for a while, huh”

She nodded and we sat on the carpet. I looked at her work and said,”I know you don’t want to do this but it needs to be done. Losing something dear to you is hard, I have seen people lose their dear possessions because of things, but they usually have found a better thing afterwards. You know”

She looked at me and then turned away,”Why do I have to cut it?”

”There are many whys that should be asked”,I replied,”The reasons for me are that if your hair grows too long, people might think you’re Sasquatch”

She giggled at that.

”And”,I went on,”I want you to be healthy and explore your beauty outside of your hair”

”Huh?”she asked confused.

”Split ends can do a lot of bad”,I said,”My aunt Jill went bald when she was a little girl because mom didn’t cut her hair when she was younger”

My girl was in awe.

”Finally”,I said,”Beauty is not tied to your hair. You’ll still be beautiful without it and it’ll grow back. That’s what I want you to know”

The girl looked at me. She may not have understood the message but that was okay. Her tear-stained face had left her eyes red but my girl was more controlled now. We waited another few minutes until I said,”Come on, let’s go”

My wife took my hand and went with me down the hall to the kitchen. I took her into the kitchen and sat her in the chair. I gave her smile before grabbing a black, commercial, styling cape. She watched on as I went around the chair and flipped it out ahead of her. I put the fabric around her neck and tightened it slightly to give it a gentle grip. I went over to my things and began to ready my work when I heard her sniffle.

I paused. Turning around to face her, I said with a smile,”Now I remember, I got a little treat for being such a good girl”

”A treat, what?”she said ecstatically, standing up from the chair. I gave a laugh, sat her back down, and said,”If you want your treat, you have to stay in the chair”

”Okay”,the girl said.

From the freezer, I grabbed a popsicle. She started to eat it as soon as I had given it to her. I went back to my things and grabbed the clippers. It had a cord which I plugged into the outlet. When I turned on the machine, my wife had turned to me. Fear was in her eyes. I switched off the device and walked over to her. I knelt down to her side and said,”This isn’t going to hurt you. The sound is quite loud but here”

I grabbed one of her hands and flicked on the clippers. She wanted to pull back instinctively but I held her firm. My hand brought hers to rest atop the clippers’ hilt. She felt the vibration and got used to it. Next, I commandeered the clippers and went up her arm went it. She had a hairy arm and saw the shorn path left behind by the tool. A smile formed and she started to feel her arm with her other hand.

”Did it tickle?”I asked heartily.

”Yeah”,she giggled.

I nodded and said,”Could you lift your arm for me, please”

She seemed confused but did so. Her armpit was very hairy and smelled but I smiled to put her at ease. I moved the clippers slowly and gently to remove all of the hair in the armpit. The clump of curly hair came loose and fell to the floor. She laughed at its dissension.

With my girl less fearful of the clippers, I got behind her as she ate her treat. The clippers came live with a steady hum. I asked and tilted my wife’s head down. My hands guided the clippers as they went up the backside of her head. There was a lot of hair as I finished up the back and went around to the right side. The floor was a sea of black waves when only the crown of hair remained. Again, I knelt down to her side. She was crying again and so, I said,”We’re almost done”. I kissed her on the cheek tenderly and pushed the clippers over the top of her head.

The last strands on her head were clipped off. She was bald. I turned the clippers off and looked at her. I said,”See, you look so beautiful with or without hair”

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