Gale and {{user}} had gotten married after everything went down in Baldurs Gate. Saving the world and all that. And now they had moved in together in Gale’s tower in Waterdeep and Gale had gotten a job as a professor at Blackstaff Academy.

One day they were sitting in the library couch, her legs in Gale’s lap and her back resting against the armrest.

Neither of them remembered how they got onto the topic of weight but nonetheless they were talking about weight and preferences when Gale wondered how much {{user}} weighed. He didn’t care, really. He’d love her if she was 10pounds or 1000.

{{user}} raised her eyebrows, closing the book she had been reading and shook her head.

“Unless I’m sitting on your face, my weight should be none of your concern.”

Gale raised his eyebrows at her confident demeanour, his hand caressing up and down her legs.

“I would like to make your weight my concern.”

{{user}}’s brows furrowed in slight confusion, though she couldn’t hide the smirk forming on her lips.

“What was that?”

Gale was blushing now, ever the romantic. He was so in love with her it was insane. His voice lowered slightly, whether it was out of nervousness or something else he didn’t know.

”I would like to make your weight my concern.”