A/N:I'm a horrible person for abandoning this. But I'm back! And so are Maria, Luigi, and India.

Tonight was the night. Amber's birthday had come. Now Luigi, Pavi, and I were preparing ourselves to go downstairs and play the happy hosts. Shilo was babysitting India. Amber was off, most likely finding a hit of zydrate. Luigi and Pavi were getting dressed together, which meant whiskey and suits. Then there was me, getting dolled up for the first public event Luigi and I had attended in a while. Or at least the first fancy dress event. It felt like getting ready for a date all over again. My hair was in rollers, nails were freshly painted, and I was perfecting my winged eyeliner and red lips. India and Shilo were watching princess movies in our room and I could hear them singing along.

"Shit," I swore under my breath. I'd fucked up my eyeliner for what felt like the millionth time. I set about correcting it but it started to feel pointless. What was the point? I'm getting older. Luigi's been losing interest. Our sex life's been going down the drain. I'm getting wrinkles by my eyes. My tummy is soft now. I placed my head on my vanity. I'd finished my make-up. It didn't feel like it sat the same. I could see it settling into the crease by my eye. My lips weren't as plump.

Slowly, I walked towards my dress. A simple knee length red dress. It had a sweetheart neck and cap sleeves. It fit like a glove, hugging all my curves. Very 1950s. But now it hugs my slightly protruding belly. I pulled it on and zipped it up before slipping my black pumps on and unrolling my hair. At least my hair was still nice. It fell down in waves and I placed a large silk flower behind my hair and put on a skinny black belt. I look as good as it's going to get. I stood in front of the mirror, poking my tummy and pulling back my face. It would be so easy to just get a surgery. Look like the woman Luigi married. Fuck like rabbits. But what would I tell India? I heard Luigi enter our room. He asked where I was and Shilo pointed him toward the bathroom. Fuck. I'm not ready for this.

And of course he looks flawless. A slick black suit, white button down, and his signature red ascot. It wasn't fair. He was still tall and lean. His eyes were a perfect blue and his hair was graying in the most becoming way. Hell, even his wrinkles made him look better. He'd caught me poking my tummy. That was the only explanation for the look on his face.

"You look-"

"Like an old fucking cow." I finished for him. He raised his eyebrows and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Not at all. I was going to say absolutely sexy. I mean really fucking sexy. Like can we just not even leave?" I scoffed.

"Luigi," I sighed. "I look awful. Look at this. Look at these," I motioned to my belly, then eyes. "The only thing that looks okay still is my hair." I could feel tears well up. I know somewhere deep inside I was being irrational. But I couldn't give a fuck.

"Baby, you look just as beautiful as the day I met you."

"Whatever." I scoffed going to grab my purse. I felt shock wash over me when Luigi grabbed my wrist to spin me around.

"What the fuck is this about?" he asked. "No fucking bullshit, Maria."

"Luigi," I started shakily. "I look old. I'm getting wrinkly and fat. I know I'm disgusting. That's why you don't want me anymore. That's why you don't ever fuck me. Why you don't get all publically affectionate anymore. Why-"

"God damn it," Luigi said laughing. I slapped his arm. "I'm sorry. It's just that I thought you didn't find me sexy anymore. I didn't want you to feel obliged."

"You're fucking kidding?" I said nervously. He looked at me and grabbed my chin.

"Maria Louise Rossi Largo. I love you and I don't understand how the hell you don't know I find you irresistible. On a superficial level, you've got an fucking perfect ass," he punctuated it by reaching around and grabbing a handful, "and a fucking great figure. A fucking hourglass. Nice big tits too," his breathing grew ragged as he moved his other hand to my chest, "And holy hell that walk. Hips swing and tits out. Red curls bouncing." He kissed my jaw. "And then you're great in bed. So fucking great." I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed my collarbone.

"Luigi," I sighed. "I'm sorry I got angsty on you." He grunted a response as he continued to kiss my chest. "Baby, we've got to go to Amber's party." He shook his head. "Luigi, we have to. But we can leave early. I promise."

"Fine." He groaned in defeat. "But I plan to remind you how fucking sexy you are when we get back."