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Robin always found her wife's hair adorable. It was one of her favorite features about her. It always made it easy to find her in a crowd because of the contrast from her pale skin to her vibrant ginger hair.
Robin lazily walked through her kitchen, Vickie sitting at the island table behind her. She looks at the fridge, it has accumulated many many magnets over the years, mostly from European countries. Robin got to live out 15-year-old hers dream of getting out of Hawkins. Mr. Hauser was right, traveling with someone is better than traveling alone. All the memories Robin made traveling with her wife beats any memories she could've made on her own. Her eyes flicked to a specific magnet–A magnet in the same shape as the leaning tower of Pisa in Italy. It was holding the calendar up and Robin realized today’s date.
March 17th.
Saint patricks day.
A light giggle slipped out of her mouth that got the attention of her wife sitting less than 15 feet away from her eating.
“Whats got you giggling like that?” she questioned setting down the spoon she was holding, smiling at the sound of her wife's laughter.
Robin turned around with a smile that could only be described as mischievous. Vickie looked her up and down and almost started to regret asking.
“Vic, babe, are you Irish?” She said letting out a louder laugh. Vickie on the other hand clearly didn't find this as funny as Robin did as she rolled her eyes turning her head and going back to eating her cereal.
“That wasn't a no~” Robin pushed, she was way too interested in this, how has she never known this? Vickie was her wife of almost 5 years and they had been dating for 28 years prior. That brings us to a total of 33 years in an official and committed relationship and she’d never thought of the possibility of her wife being Irish, it was just too trippy.
“Shut up…” Vickie says, lightly smirking but still not giving Robin her full attention. Something was just a little off and over the years with lots and lots of communication Robin was able to understand that something was bothering Vickie, most likely from the comment she had made just minutes earlier. She walked up to the table and instead of sitting in the chair across from Vickie she slid into the one directly next to her.
“What's up? With you I mean.”
“It’s really nothing. It’s stupid”
“Well is it stupid or is it nothing?” Robin questions, feeling proud she caught her wife in somewhat of a lie. Vickie just shakes her head and sighs. She takes another bite of her now finished cereal before setting the spoon down and pushing the ceramic bowl to the side.
“I love you, you do know that right?” Vickie says pulling in Robin for a kiss on the cheek.
“Uh- Yeah I think i know that by now- Woah woah woah wait dont distract me! What's wrong?” Robin says pulling away and giving her wife a hard stare lacking malice.
“God…When I was younger, around late elementary school age, 9 maybe 10? I was bullied.”
“It was um- It was really for a number of things but in middle school kids start to become more…aware i guess? I thought elementary school was bad but really they were just cheap shots.” She took a breath and went on making brief eye contact with robin before averting her gaze again
“My hair stood out, amongst the blondes and brunettes I mean. Of course it was long, always in pigtails, but most importantly really, really ginger. And uh I guess they somehow knew it was something I was insecure about because the irish jokes followed me alllll the way up until the eighth grade.” She said, her voice elongating the “all.”
“I got tired of the constant teasing so I got home, grabbed the first pair of scissors I saw and went to work, so…snip snip I did.” She said, making the motion of scissors running across her head with a light smile.
“Of course since I was 13 with no experience in cosmetology it looked like shit, not to mention how dull the scissors were and how emotional I was.”
Robin was stunned. The more and more her wife spoke the more guilty she felt. She knew her wife was bullied, but never what for. The guilt must have shown on her face because Vickie grabbed her hands and squeezed them. hard.
“Ow ow ow ow! Vic!” Robin wined, pulling away to rub her palms while Vickie just shook her head and smiled.
“You deserve it. Anyway, I got in serious trouble with my parents. I mean they had to take me to a proper hairdresser and the only way to salvage the mess I made was cutting it super short. I felt…Indifferent? I should've been sad I know but when I saw myself in that chair I realized how much I loved my hair short. So I guess something good came out of it after all!” She finished with a smile standing up getting ready to take her empty bowl to the sink
“Well for the record” Robin started “I love your hair. I loved it when it was shorter, yes, and I still love it now that it's longer” Robin said, taking a few strands of her wife's ginger hair and twirling it before leaning in for a kiss on the lips.
“I'm sorry I made that joke…it was stupid and I shouldn't have, plus it was a basic joke anyway” Robin says, tucking her wife's hair behind her ears before learning in and peppering kisses all over her face.
“Robin!” Vickie says while giggling, lightly pushing her wife off of her. And she smiles looking into her wife's blue eyes.
“For the record…I am Irish.” Vickie says, pressing a quick kiss on her stunned wife's lips then quickly walking away.
Wow.