Some part of Simon knew this would happen when he moved in with you. He looked in the mirror, seeing all the ways his body had changed in the past few months. He was still muscled and strong but his body had lost the hard angles it used to have. He was softer, his belly squishy. Before you, he had eaten food to survive. The bare minimum nutrients just to get through the day. You loved to cook and you were damn good at it. Every night there was a homemade dish that had his mouth watering. He didn’t hate this new body of his. In fact, he liked it. It meant he was healthy, where he was supposed to be instead of just getting by. He’d never imagined his life could be like this. So domestic and easy. Simon left the bedroom in only sweatpants and found you in the kitchen. You were flipping through one of your battered up cookbooks that he often joked you loved more than him. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his giant frame enveloping you. “Want any help tonight, darling?”