Slices of Life

Bride squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, this was it. The moment of truth. She raised her foot very slowly and holding that deep breath launched herself on to the scales. For a heartbeat she stood completely motionless as if she were waiting for something drastic to happen, like the roof to cave in or the floor to fall out from under her. With another fortifying breath Bride peeled open one eye and peeked at the scales, unable to believe what she was seeing she snapped open her other eye to look down at those glorious numbers. She'd lost weight! And not just meagre pounds, she may have gone down a dress size or so! Bride jumped from the scales and raced, in her matching black underwear, to her bedroom where she examined herself in front of her full length mirror. She turned and twisted this way and that, she didn't want to delude herself but … she actually did look smaller! All these weeks of secret hard dieting, of never checking the scales in front of Vane or weighing out portions of food had finally paid off. Bride checked the door, the baby was taking his nap and Vane was checking up on Fury so no one would catch her. Bride struck a mildly sexy pose in front of the mirror and marvelled at the fact that her back no longer had deep creases and rolls in it anymore, it was still there but the new toned look was the type she'd seen on plus size models. Bride reached up and pulled her hair from its band letting her auburn curls cascade around her shoulders, free from the band the curls looked sexily rumpled, again Bride struck a pose that was entirely too seductive. She could not help a blush stealing over her face when she thought of what Vane would do if he'd walked in on her now, they'd probably never make it to the bed.

Bride went to her closet and dug into the back, she pulled out a beautiful black dress, the type that every woman had in the back of their wardrobe. It could be worn casual or classy; it was an all occasion's simple yet chic dress that Bride had never been able to wear. She took hold of the tag and frowned down at the big black numbers there: size 16. A small size 16 was what it looked like, Bride felt a nagging doubting feeling in her mind, it wouldn't fit, she just knew it. But curiosity got the better of her, she unzipped the back.

"Please don't let the scales be faulty," she mumbled and slowly slipped her feet into the dress, she worked it up her thighs and felt the fabric tighten, she nearly cried. The scales had to be faulty if her perfect little black dress didn't fit, how totally, unbelievably unfair -

"Ah!" Bride exclaimed with delight, she noticed the zipper wasn't fully down, Bride quickly pulled it down the whole way and started the process again. There was something elicit and decadent in the feel of the thin, silken petticoat running up her thighs, Bride pulled it over her stomach, delighted when their was only a small paunch that a girdle would take care of. Bride got the off the shoulder sleeve bits in the right place and got the zipper part way up her back, she couldn't wait for Thanksgiving in a few weeks time. She'd be able to walk in the way her sister did, Deirdre could walk into the room with her head held high, knowing there was nothing on her body that was out of place or less then acceptable. Bride frowned at herself in the mirror, what was she doing? Sure she liked the dress and every woman liked to look sexy but the dress didn't make her feel that way.

Bride shook her head at herself and laughed, she was such a moron sometimes. Of course it wasn't the dress. It was Vane. He was the reason she was happy and secure enough to buy the damned dress in the first place, it was his love and passion and undying devotion to her, their son and their relationship that made her life so worthwhile. Bride took the dress off and hung it back in the closet, she paused before closing the door on it, it hung there looking so petite and seductive, rather then wanting her family to see it Bride couldn't wait for Vane to see her in it, she shut the door and turned to pull her baggy sweats on. She was just tying the cord on her sweats, which was another thrill as they felt looser, when Vane came through the doorway to their bedroom. Bride looked up and as expected his eyes were heated, clinging to the parts of her body he enjoyed the most, her breasts then sliding down to her ass. Feeling devilish Bride slapped at her rounded buttock to snap Vane out of his gawking, Vane blinked then grinned. Bride didn't pretend to feel offended by the way he looked at her, there was no feminist streak running strong through her telling her she was being objectified and looked at as simply a sexual object. It was nice to feel wanted for your body for a change when she'd always had to rely on her personality to get her dates, but then Vane loved that too. He loved everything about her, fat or thin, and she loved him, wolf or man. What woman wouldn't want their husband to look at them like they were a goddess even after seven years of marriage and childbirth?

"Hey baby," Vane said huskily, a soft growl vibrating in his throat.

"Hi," Bride replied with a laugh in her voice, Vane stalked into the room and sidled up behind her, rubbing his chest against her shoulder blades. He ran his finger slowly over the strap of her bra making Bride shiver, she reached for her t-shirt with no intention of putting it on, as she suspected Vane stopped her. He tugged it easily from her hands and threw it into the corner of the room, laying a soft, almost ticklish kiss on her bare shoulder.

"You are looking too sexy today, lady wolf," he rumbled in her ear, his hands sliding around her waist and rested on her abdomen. Bride smiled.

"I'm wearing sweats, Vane," she objected only half joking but Vane tucked his thumbs into her waist band only half listening.

"Sexy," he reiterated, Vane jerked her sweats down her long, smooth legs and nipped the back of her thigh, he pulled back and frowned.

"You've lost weight," Vane stated and Bride beamed but tried to be modest.

"Do you think so?" she said nonchalantly, Vane came to his feet before her again, still frowning, Bride tried not to roll her eyes, she knew what was coming.

"Have you been starving yourself?" he demanded to know and Bride laughed.

"No, Vane. I just lost weight, it's about time too. I've put in enough effort over the years."

"Why do you want to lose weight?" Vane asked as if she were mad, he liked her just as she was, there was nothing about her that he wanted her to change. Especially not for him. Besides he'd always liked his women to be more then just a broom stick with skin and hair, who the hell wants to hug someone you're frightened of breaking in half?

"Vane, it just happened. I eat sensibly when I can and then there's all that exercise you make me do."

Vane looked mortally offended and appalled, that was some shit her skank dickhead ex Taylor would have pulled. "What the hell -"

"Sex is exercise, you know?"

"Well, we can just put a -" Bride raised her eyebrow, knowing he was going to say put a stop to the sex, which was hilarious. Bride had never known a more sexual person then Vane. Vane realised what he was about to say and stopped, he shook his head and laughed.

"Fine, you win," Vane pulled Bride back into his arms and kissed her gently and slowly, "just don't go crazy with all this, okay? I love you just the way you are, you know that right?"

"Of course." Bride stroked her hand over his whiskered cheek and leant up for another kiss.