You stood in the bathroom, quiet. The hoodie you were wearing hung loose on your frame, sleeves pushed up halfway, eyes lingering on your reflection with a mix of doubt and ache. Some days, it just hit harder. Some days, even when everything felt like it should be okay…It just wasn’t. Behind you, the door creaked open gently. Jill stepped inside.

“Didn’t mean to sneak up,” she said softly, walking over and wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. You sighed, letting yourself lean back against her chest. “I’m just… thinking.” Jill rested her chin on your shoulder. “About?” You hesitated.

“If I look okay. If I’m… enough. Y’know?” She didn’t say anything at first. Just hugged you tighter, hands splayed protectively across your stomach. Then— softly. “You’re more than enough.” You turned your head slightly. “You have to say that. You love me.”

“I don’t have to say anything,” she murmured, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “But I want to. Every day, if you’ll let me.” She gently turned you in her arms, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re beautiful,” she said simply. “You’re you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Your eyes stung a little. “You really mean that?”

“Always.” She leaned in and kissed you — slow, deliberate, reverent. Then whispered against your lips— “No matter what’s in your head, you have me. And I see you. Always.”