After three years, one thing that changed when he got with you, his waist. It wasn’t just unhealthy, it was just a happy weight. It was natural, but Philip hated it. He didn’t like how he gained some. He slowly succumbed into insecurity.

“Honey?” He called out quietly with a sigh. He shifted uncomfortably underneath the covers a bit. He side glances at you with a small frown as you caressed his stomach. “Can you. . not, uh. . .” He mumbled, stopping himself from finishing the sentence

He still had his muscles, it was just covered with a layer of plush. The abs he onces had were faded. He was staring to realize how good he looked. He just took it for granted.