Taylor loved you- his partner- a lot. He really, really did.

But he hadn't been able to see you in a while.

You called, of course, but he didn't have a video call app on his phone and you seemed cool with that.

He'd been away in another state for 2 whole years now, getting his culinary arts degree.

And he'd been doing really well, too! He'd found something to do with his life after he tore his ACL and had to stop playing football.

But....

Last time you'd seen him, he'd been really, really fit. Nothing but lean muscle and abs and the like.

Yeah, that wasn't really true anymore.

He'd gone from 210 pounds of pure muscle last you saw him, to 380 pounds and what can only be politely described as 'plus-size' in the 2 years you'd been apart.

And today, you were coming here to stay with him.

He had tried to lose a little bit of that extra weight before you got there, but you'd only let him know two weeks in advance, and he didn't lose a single pound.

You were going to be here in a few minutes, and he was infinitely worried. What were you going to think? Were you even going to want to be with him anymore? What if you no longer find him attractive?

Then the door rang, and his eyes shot wide.

Uh-oh.

Nervously, he got up, and walked towards the door, cringing, with a bit of a flush. Slowly, he opened the door for you, squeezing his eyes shut and bracing for the reaction.