Can We Teach Them? (Sequel to Can You Teach Me?)

Chapter 8 Gabriel

"Are you washing your hair with shampoo everyday?"

"Yes."  He groaned with a sound of disgust.  "I end up covered in sweat and dirt everyday, Meanie."  I defended.

"Have you been twisting the shit out of your hair, putting it in those buns you like so much?"

Meanie rinsed my hair and placed a towel over my head.  He touched my shoulder to signal for me to stand up and he began rubbing my head to ring out the excess water.

"I've had it in a ponytail or a braid everyday since I got here."  I told him truthfully.  "Bootcamp is not conducive to having my hair down, Meanie."  He needs to remember I'm not here for a fashion show.  I'm here to become a solid unit of my chosen family.

"I know."  He tugged at the two blonde highlights that framed his face.  "I think I need to make you a leave in conditioner to use here at camp.  I'm not mad at you, Trouble."  I nodded and bit my lip.  For a moment he had a look of shock, then he appeared a little sad.  His strong arms hugged around my chest, lifting me off the ground, and he walked back into the room.

Luke made a mad dash for the bathroom and I heard him sigh in relief as I could hear him empty his bladder.  Gabe set up the computer on the dresser and had me sit on the bed. He set a brush, a bottle of something without a label, and a hair tie next to me.  Luke made a funny grunting noise.  I glanced over at the door to the bathroom, my eyebrows raised, a giggle waiting to be set free.

Gabriel asked, "Has he not pissed since yesterday morning?"  I giggled and Meanie pushed the FaceTime icon.  He hopped on the bed behind me, his legs straddling my hips. He pulled the brush through my hair and I listened to the ringing tone, eager for my men to answer.

"Princess!..." I popped in my seat with glee and waved eagerly with a huge smile on my face.  "Gabe, why are you torturing us?"  Victor's eyes were looking down and a strangled sound came through the speakers of my laptop.

Confused, I looked over my shoulder at Meanie.  What has he done now?  Luke exited the bathroom, drying his hands on the small hand towel.  Under his arm, pressed against his ribs, was a piece of light grey cloth.  "Forget something, Sugar?"  He withdrew the grey material and held it up for my inspection.  It was my shirt.  My eyes went wide and I looked down.  I was in shorts and a bra.  I squeaked and made to retrieve my shirt.  Gabriel held my shoulders firmly.

"She's fine.  Besides, I don't want her shirt on until I'm done with her hair.  We wouldn't want her traipsing around Bootcamp like she was the next contestant in a fraternity wet t-shirt contest, now do we?"  He raised one eyebrow in question toward the computer.

"Aggele is fine how she is.  You are no more uncovered than when you are in your bikini."  He pointed out and I nodded yet still blushed.  I think it is the knowledge I am in a bra versus a swimsuit that is a little embarrassing.  In my mind I reassure myself that there is nothing to be shy about.  They are all my fiancés.  They love me regardless of my body's flaws.

"Mr. Taylor, your report?"  Owen got right down to business.  They must be in a rush this morning.

"In Parkour and in stealth, Sang got E's.  In lockpicking, she passed with an S."

"Well done, Sweetie."

"Way to kickass, Peanut."

"I'm impressed, Miss Sang."

I could see North and Silas nodding with an 'of course she did' smirk.

"That is excellent, Princess.  We all knew you would have a better week this week."

"My question, Pookie, were there any incidents of needing to be in the infirmary this week?"  Oh crap!  I was busted from the partial lie of last week.  Silas half coughed, half chuckled.