Standing in front of a mirror shirtless had become Sam’s worst enemy as of late. The dad bod he had grown into seemed so off, given his previously much more toned physique. He sighed.

After a few more moments of what seemed like self-loathing, he heard the bedroom door creak open, and your form appear. He smiled as he saw you, acting as though nothing different was happening.

“Hey, babe.” He offers, a bit sheepishly.