Self-care Sunday

“Baby,” Rooster rapped quietly outside the bathroom. You didn’t know how long you’d been in the bath, but you’d pruned up hours, maybe days, ago. “Can I come in?”

“You’ve been dancing around outside for at least ten minutes, Bradshaw. In what world do you think you’re not allowed in here?” you reminded him. Although the whole self-care ritual thing was yours, your bath, your candles, your sexy 90’s R&B (Tevin Campbell’s ‘Can We Talk?’ playing at that moment) then a lazy half-hour facial of all your goodies, lather up in the super expensive lotion your mother got you for Christmas then fall into bed, blissed out.

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OMG 😩🤩this was adorably sweet and a little heartbreaking ❤️‍🩹 I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed this please 🙏🏻