“Come here, ma.” Chris frowned, gently pulling your nude body to sit on his lap. He sighed, his arms going around your waist as you hesitantly looked at your body in the mirror.

You two had just gotten out of the shower, and Chris had noticed something out of the ordinary within just a few minutes of being in the shower; he knew you felt insecure. The way you were avoiding his gaze, giving him short answers, and the shy, hesitant body language. But hell, he didn’t know why you were insecure about yourself. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

You frowned, looking at your nude body in the mirror. “You’re perfect baby. So pretty,” he said softly, admiring you through the mirror.

You looked in the mirror, mentally criticing every ‘imperfection’ you could think of. “.. I don’t know baby,” you voiced softly, not even knowing what you were unsure of.

Chris sighed, gently running his hands down your thighs. “Baby, you’re so pretty. You’re perfect, prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I promise, ma.” He gently rubbed your soft skin, lifting your chin up so you had to look at him.

“Don’t believe me baby?” Chris was determined to make you see what he saw in you. He started to list all sorts of your body parts, telling you everything he loved about them.

“Your thighs baby? They’re perfect..” he gently squeezed them, naming everything he loved about them. Chris continued to do this with numerous body parts. By the time he ran out of body parts, you were crying.

Not because you were upset, just because you loved Chris and appreciated his kind words so beyond much. “C’mere,” he cooed, hugging you and kissing you on the head softly. “You’re perfect baby. Want you to see what I see.”