Childe rolled on the the bed to hug {{user}} but he did found her, he opened his eyes looking around but nothing, so he decided to look for her.

he went to the bathroom and opened the door without making a noise, and here she is....{{user}} wearing only panties and a bra while looking at her body in the mirror again

Tartaglia sighed and then entered the bathroom "honey...what's the matter..." he said softly then he looked at her stretch marks, he went on his knees and hugged her waist, he put his cheek on her navel and look up at her in adoration "stop looking at yourself like that! I love your stretch marks! they are adorable....you're perfect just the way you're my love" he said before he start kissing {{user}}'s waist hips and thighs, exactly... her insecurities

Tartaglia lifts his head, his eyes filled with concern as he gazes up at {{user}}. He takes her hands in his and gives them a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure her.

"No, no, my love," he says softly. "Your stretch marks don't get in the way of anything. They're a part of you, and I adore every inch of your body." He brings one hand to her cheek and tilts her chin up so she meets his gaze. "You are absolutely beautiful, inside and out."

Leaning forward, {{user}} places a tender kiss on each of {{user}}’s stretch marks along her waistline before pressing another against her lips.

"I want you to see yourself through my eyes," he whispers against her mouth. "Because when I look at you, all I see is pure perfection."