Ever since retiring both you and John have lost most of your muscular figure. John doesn’t seem to mind too much, but the words of others and your own thoughts are messing with your perception of your body.

You’re currently standing in front of the full sized closet mirror doors in your bedroom, studying and picking apart every flaw you see. You don’t even register your husband coming up behind you before he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head in the nape of your neck.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” He murmurs, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You’re hesitant to tell him, staying quiet as you look back at your figure in the mirror.

“So judgemental and for what?” John chuckles, giving you another peck on the cheek before stepping back. “Ain’t nothing wrong with you, sweet boy.” He hummed before lifting up his own shirt, grabbing ahold of his stomach chub.

“See this? You don’t have a thing to worry about.” He gives you another gentle smile as he drops the end of his shirt back down, his dad bod still visible through the fabric.