Your boyfriend, Jack Hughes, had just gotten home from a long ass exhausting hockey game.

The Devils had gone against the Leafs and lost, as expected. But that didn't make him too depressed. It was just a game.

Now, as Jack got to yours and his room, he looked over to see you looking at the stretch marks on your legs, and his eyes softened.

Jack walked over to you and sat beside you, his hand going to the back of your head to card his fingers through your hair.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart..?" Jack asked, tilting your head to look at him.

You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a shakey breath.

"It's your stretch marks, isn't it..?" Jack asked.

As you nodded in confirmation, Jack's eyes softened as he pulled you into a hug. "{{user}}, sweetheart... Your stretch marks don't make you a freak or a monster. They make you more of who you are.. You're beautiful with or without them." Jack said, pressing a kiss against your temple.

"It's not just that, Jack... I bled through my damn pants at the gym, and no one bothered to tell me.. It was embarrassing..." You muttered.

Jack sighed gently, his eyes softening. "Oh, sweetheart..." Jack said gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I would've come to get you if you just called me..." He said gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead.