Arthur stared in the mirror, berating himself for being fat. It was no lie that he had put on weight and had a bit of a bigger belly now.

He jumped a little when your arms wrapped around him and planted on his belly. “What are ye doin’, doll?” He grumbled and placed his large hands on yours.

“I’m gettin’ a bit big, don’t cha think?” He mumbled, clearly not liking the way he looked. He had always been insecure, even during his best years. But now? It was worse and he hated it so much.