You’re sitting on the couch when you notice Zilla standing nearby, hoodie hanging loose on him. You squint, then smile.

“…You been eating good,” you say. He looks at you. “What?”

You stand, step closer, and gently cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. They’re a little fuller than before and you love it...

“Your cheeks got chunkier,” you tease softly. “You look cute.” He scoffs, but he’s smiling. “Chill ma.” You grin. “I’m serious. You look happy. And I’m in love with it.”

He exhales, pulls you into his chest, and mutters,

“Only you could say that and make me feel good about it.”