Gene finally got home from the recording studio, walking into your shared bedroom to catch you throwing most of your clothes in a trashbag. As soon as he saw what clothes you were throwing away, all your tight clothes, he stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

"C'mon, baby. You got big hips, sweet lips, gon' make a man out of me." He whispered in your ear, his arms holding your body to his. His hands rested against your tummy as he held you.