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by OakHillsDrive
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Story Notes:
This is finally an answer to my own challenge.  I hope you enjoy it.

“What are you looking at? Tony said standing in his pajamas with his mouth full of toothpaste.

“Nothing,” Angela giggled from the bathroom door. The more she tried to keep from smiling, the wider her grin became.

“What?” He rinsed his mouth and looked into the mirror again at his bride of seven days.

“Nothing, it’s just cute.”

“I don’t get it.” He said as she walked up behind him putting her arms around his waist.

“What’s cute?”

“That after all these years, I thought I knew everything there was to know about you. And it seems you’re still surprising me. I think I’ve got your little routine down now.” She said leaning into his back and putting her chin on his shoulder.

“Oh. . . so you’ve noticed.”

“Yes. . .” she said looking into mirror at the two of them.

“Oh really, let’s see.”

“Well, first thing, you come in and put your clothes for the day on the hook. You walk over to the sink and put a hand towel in front of it so it will catch any spills. Let me see. Then you brush your teeth. Twenty times up and down on each side and then twenty more times, top and bottom.” She said mimicking his movements. Carefully, she reached up from under Tony’s arm and opened the medicine cabinet. “Then you lather up.” She sprayed a golf ball sized portion into her hand and started to place the foam on his face.

“What are you doing?” He turned facing her.

“Uh-uh.” She said raising an eyebrow. “Now let me finish, Mr. Micelli.” She reached up and smiled as she deftly placed the shaving cream. She reached across the sink and lifted the razor to his cheek. “First you do the left side. . .” She ran the razor up the side of his cheek with four soft strokes. “Then you do the right.” Her touch was so skilled that she only needed one stroke to make each swipe baby smooth. "Then you do your chin.” She raised it up and shaved his jaw line and neck. “Last, you get the little area under your nose.” Without even noticing, she duplicated Tony’s awkward lip droop.

He ran his finger by his ear, scooping up an unused portion of shaving cream. While she was still trying to finish his lip, he placed the frothy substance on her upper lip. “You’re cute too, you know.” He pulled her closer and foamy lip met foamy lip.

“That tickles.” She laughed as she looked into his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s a new one for me too.” He reached around her and grabbed the hand towel from the sink. Just as soft as his wife, he wiped away the shaving cream from her lip. “So Mrs. Micelli, is that all you’ve noticed?”

“No.” She ran her hand down his newly shaved cheek.  "Thankfully, I’ve come to find out that you’re face isn’t the only thing that’s as smooth as a baby’s bum.” She said patting his back side as she ran out the door.

“Oh yeah!” He said running to catch her. . .