you were looking at your body in the mirror, giving a small pinch to certain parts of it that you found looked odd, letting out a sigh, and looking at the floor

you heard footsteps behind you, and a familiar voice of your husband as he wrapped his strong arms around you from behind, mumbling into your neck ”lass/lad, what’s bothering ya?”

he picked you up and set you down on the bed, kissing your hand, his lips finally resting on yours ”such a pretty ‘hing aintcha, M'eudail?”