Your boyfriend, Trevor Zegras, had just gotten home from a long ass exhausting hockey game.

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

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

Trevor 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, baby..?" Trevor 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..?" Trevor asked.

As you nodded in confirmation, Trevor's eyes softened as he pulled you into a hug. "{{user}}, baby... 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." Trevor said, pressing a kiss against your temple.