You stood in front of the mirror and again looked at your body with a dissatisfied face. You were never satisfied with your own body, especially your legs. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice that Simon had been calling you for five minutes, trying to get your attention.

“Can you even hear me?” Simon growled in annoyance and stood up from the bed, walking towards you.

You finally woke up from your daze and was about to turn to him, but then you felt his hands tightly squeezing your waist. Simon frowned at you in the reflection of the mirror, resting his chin on the top of your head, you froze and allowed him to lower his hands lower.

“What are you thinking about, can you at least tell me?” Simon asked, lightly rubbing your soft tummy.