"I'm fat," he said, looking in the mirror at his body with disapproval.

"You are not fat, babe," she said softly, looking in the mirror, wondering what he could see that wasn't perfect.

"How can you not see this fatness? It's right there!" he exclaimed, pointing to his virtually flat stomach in disappointment at what he saw there.

"Babe. You. Are. Not. Fat. Get that through your thick head," she said, easily tiring of standing and decided to rest upon the bed, watching his silver eyes suddenly light up.

"I know it's thick…and long," he says with a quick smirk of ivory teeth that match his flawless pale skin perfectly.

"Shut it. You know what I mean," she sighs, lying back with her mess of brunette hair tangled beneath her and her protruding stomach making it uncomfortable laying down.

"Yeah, I do, but I couldn't resist the opportunity," he smirks again and looks at himself, again.

His grey eyes sparkle with reproach at his physical being, yet again.

"I am fat," he whispers more to himself than her.

"No, you're not, sweetie. Just let me rest in peace, and you agree that you're not fat. You have a beautiful body, and nothing will ever change that," she said with honesty in her words before an uncomfortable sigh reaches her lightly pink lips while trying to shift and lay down comfortably.

"YES I AM!" he yelled with his rich boy yelling skills kicking in at that moment.

"YOU'RE NOT THE ONE SIX FUCKING MONTHS PREGNANT WITH YOUR SON SO I WOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP AND MAKE ME A SANDWICH IF I WERE YOU!" she shouted at that moment, adding the last bit as a sudden craving overcame her while she was lying down in an awkward manner.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to yell at you! Force of habit, come here. I'm sorry," he says with honest regret in his tone, while reaching to hold her as an pushes him away with her feeble strength while lying down with alabaster arms on the plush emerald green comforter.

Her face is hidden as she tries to pull a golden blanket over her entire body, but her mountain of a stomach prevents that. He goes under the blanket with her and wraps his arms around her waist lightly, while kissing the back of her neck."I'm sorry," he whispers between kisses while she smirks at her good acting. His feather kisses along her neck make her lightly moan, though, so he smirks against her skin before biting it gently. Her sound of approval lets him know he's been forgiven, so he takes his lips away, and she makes a small sound at the loss of the contact.

"Fine, you're forgiven…only if you get me a sandwich." she says with a light smile on her pale lips under the heavy blanket.

Touch it...
Feel it...
Satisfy it...
Come on...
A bit more lower...

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